I was about twelve and a young "brother" invited me to stay the night at his house. My mom wanted me to be make friends with Witness families, so getting permission was not that hard to do. His mom and dad picked me up at around five and we went back to his house. His home was a older Victorian style home that was built in the late 1800's. By most standards it would be considered quite the prize to own in anyone's book.
I walked up the stairs to go in and the creaking steps made enough noise that I would swear the whole neighborhood could hear me coming. My friend was waiting inside and we went up to his bedroom to play with some toys. The whole house was hard wood floors so you could hear someone walking around all the time. We were having fun with our Star Wars action figures and making all kinds of cool forts out of blankets and things we found around the house.
Around seven his mom came in and said it was time to get washed up for dinner. So I went to the bathroom and started washing my hands. The door slammed shut behind me, and I thought "I did not close it that hard, next time I better be more careful, as I was a guest in this home." I then washed my hands and looked up into the mirror to make sure I did not have dirt on my face, when I swore I saw someone standing behind me, but only for a second. It looked like a child and I thought it might have been my friend in the room with me. I turned, but there was no one there. I figured it was nothing, but I was a little crept out any way. Well we ate dinner and before you know it, it was bedtime and we went to sleep.
That night I was having a hard time sleeping, mainly because I was in a sleeping bag on a hard wood floor with only a couple of extra blankets for padding. It was late and I swore I heard someone run down the hall. I ignored it thinking my friends mom was up and about again. It did it several times in the night, and then before you know it I was a sleep and the light of the new day was shinning into the window. It was real early and no one else was awake in the house. I got up to walk around a bit and looked out a window in the hall that over looked the back yard.
It was a misty morning and not every things was completely lit yet. I looked down and there was a little boy sitting on the swing set swing by himself. I thought, "that is odd, and who is that boy." He looked real sad and just seemed to be swinging by himself, and doing very little moving. I used the restroom, and when I came back he was gone and the swing was showing only slight movement from its previous rider.
Soon everyone else woke up and we had breakfast. We were eating and my friends parents asked how the nights sleep went. I said it was fine, but then mentioned "when I got up this morning to use the restroom there was a kid playing on the swing set." Everyone got real quiet, and then my friends father started talking about something else. Before you know it, I was back home and that day was behind me.
I grew older and I still knew the family and I knew the boy who was now a young man. One day I set and talked to him about it. He mentioned how they knew about the boy and that the spirit ran around the house all the time, and they did not want to talk about it as they knew it was a demon. I guess one time it threw one of them out of the bathroom and even locked doors and unscrewed light bulbs and cried in the night. They had elders come over to help one time when it got real bad, and the elders prayed and prayed and the spirit still did the same things. They threw everything away they thought might attract demons, but it still stayed. I guess the name "Jehovah" had no affect on that demon.
Well it is years later now and I do not have anything to do with those people, as they are still Witnesses and I am the evil apostate. Yet I was talking to someone a while back, and I mentioned that house and the family. They mentioned something I never knew, something that was never discussed when I was a Witness. That that family had lost a child to S.I.D.S., before their son was born. So then I wondered, how would you view what happened now?
Was the images I saw, the spirit of their lost son or just one of those mean little "Christian" demons playing games? If it was a spirit, do you think they could have done more then acting like it was evil. Do you think they could have done something to help it?
That is my "true" yet "spooky" Halloween post for the day.
My thought
Dragon
Edited by - kenpodragon on 31 October 2002 16:28:46