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Possession The Ring And The Cemetery Part 2

Posted on April 26, 2009

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I jumped on him, grabbing the scissors from his hand and throwing them to my right, where they bounced off of a wall. I sat on top of his tummy yet again, holding his arms down with my feet. I slapped him. I hit him. I had to snap him out of this. I couldn’t take it. When I was repeating I would not be abandoned again, I was saying that because when I was only three and a half years old, the woman I loved most in the world passed away, she was my Nana. Kolton means so much to be, just as much as she does. I refused to lose someone that meant so much to me twice.

He pushed me off to the other side of the bed and began hitting himself. I got back on to him, pinned his arms down and continued to weep. And as I looked into his eyes, the thin film was gone. They were back to normal. “Baby, what is going on? Why are you crying? Why are you hitting me? I was trying to sleep baby.” I shoved my face into his chest and continued crying, repeating over and over again “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my god.”

I got off of him and picked up the scissors I had thrown to my right and handed them to him. He looked at me, confusion in his eyes. As if he did not understand what was going on. I got up off of the bed and began to cry even more, I thought I was losing my mind. What was going on? Am I dreaming? Was this all in my head? I fell to my knees, my head in my hands, crying. He got down right beside me and held me in his arms.

“Baby,” he said to me, “Baby what is going on? Explain everything to me.” It took me a few minutes to speak again, as I had to calm down first. I told him everything that had happened. I told him what he had said to me, about dying and going with him. He looked confused still.

“Baby, are you going crazy?” he said to me, sarcastically and held me close in his arms again. He needed me to go home, his grandmother wanted to get some rest. He told me to have my mom come pick me up.

While I was calling my mom, he went behind the TV and produced the scissors I had handed him earlier, as he had thrown them when I had fallen to my knees in tears. He just looked at them and sat them down on the table. He laid down on his stomach across the bed and began looking through his stuff on the other side of the bed. And then he stopped with a very puzzled look on his face. I hung up the phone.

You see, for his birthday last year, I had gotten us dog tags. They say “Hannah & Kolton – 07/01/08″ as that is the day that we met. Earlier today, he had told me about how his had broken completely, the string he had it on had and he needed to restring it. When I went and sat down beside him, and looked into his hand, there was his necklace, completely put back together. He had put the pieces of this necklace in a bowl earlier that day, the bowl down in the corner. In the bowl now, was his necklace, a piece of paper from his new “GO” phone, and a ring. On the ring, was a skull with the horns of a demon on it. As he picked up his ring from this bowl, he had a look of disbelief. And he began to explain the story of his ring.

When he bought this ring, it came with a small booklet that told the rings story. This ring was supposed to keep you safe from evil spirits. He explained that the only time something very strange and freaky happens to him is when he is not wearing this ring.

He picked up the “GO” phone paper out of the bowl. Remember, only his broken necklace had been in this bowl when we had arrived. He looked at the letters “GO”. And he said, “G – O, Get Out.” I shook my head and put my head in my hands, terrified. We got my things together and went outside to sit. As we sat there, he stared at his ring and told me the stories that had happened when he wasn’t wearing his ring.

His friends Chris, Leo, Nicole, Josh and him were all laying down outside once. And while they were lying, they heard a blood chilling, high pitched scream. After this scream, the lights on the street went out. They went back to Chris’s house and he put his ring back on. Kolton did not believe in the powers of his ring before what happened between him and me tonight. He also explained to me that he once woke up and saw that the eyes on the ring were glowing red. I shivered at this. I begged him to not take off the ring anymore and he promised.

My mother pulled into the drive way and I told him that I was going to call him as soon as I got home, as I was still terrified of what had happened this night. When I got home, I walked into my room and turned on my light. When I looked at my bed, my bible was opened. I looked at the page that it was opened to. It was on the page of a verse that every US Military Army Ranger has a verse that he/she must memorize. And the verse was Isaiah 6, 8. “And I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.”

I called Kolton immediately. Kolton desires to be a United States Army Ranger. This was a verse that he once told me to look up and that I read every night in my Nana’s bible, the bible that was now opened on my bed.

When I called him and told him, he seemed a little shaken. He had to go though, because his friend that he hadn’t spoken to in a while was calling him. I allowed him to go. And hour later, Kolton called me back. He seemed extremely scared. He said “Hannah, I’m freaking out. My friend just told me that another one of my friends in Georgia died in a car crash this morning.” A chill rushed up my spine. At that very moment, I realized that we had spent the day before all of this in a grave yard.

Paranormal activity? Were Kolton and I the victims of an evil spirit? I do not know, to be honest. But I do know that tonight was an extremely scary night for me, which I hope I will never experience again.

Written by Hannah Elizabeth Monroe, Copyright 2009




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17 Responses to “Possession The Ring And The Cemetery Part 2”
  1. Ama says:

    Hello Delores,

    I know its a challenge when the dead come to visit. But to me it doesn’t matter as much about who murdered someone, as to where the ghost went when s/he stopped interfering in your dreams. I am very sorry Harold was murdered, but we cannot help lost souls if they do not know the details of their own demise, no matter how much we want to .. or can we? Oh yes .. we can remind them that they have guardian angels waiting to be seen by them, and those guardians can ‘help’ them find the answers to all their problems and questions. That’s what I generally do when someone wakes me up with words “I died 15 minutes ago”. Or the little boy who starved to death in the bottom of an elevator shaft. Or a multitude of others.

    For the lady you saw in the past, you can ask your angels to FIND her and TAKE her into healing. Just remember as much as you can of the dream, because they will then touch your memories, go to the event in time and space, and have a chat to the lady. Once they are Home (heaven) ‘who’ injured them becomes less important than ‘who’ they are now, and their future in our Quiet Place.

    Love & Peace
    Ama

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