Back when I was 12 I would walk to my friend's house which was just on the next block.
One day I'm walking back to my house and it's mid-afternoon. I notice this car following me. I head up to my porch and into the house locking the screen door and then the main door. I head to my bedroom to drop off my bag then to the family room where my mom is, she asks me "what's up?" I tell her, "nothing except I saw this beat up car following me."
She asks if I was ok I tell her yes. For context at 12, I already towered over my mother at 5'7 who is barely 5'0. I sit down to watch some TV and we hear a knock on the front door which was odd because everyone knows to come to the back door, my mom goes and opens the door just enough to see who it is and it's an older man in his 40's or 50's, tall about 6'1, thin, grey hair and a long beard. He asks for me by name and my mom tells him "to go away" and closes the door.
I asked her who it was and she tells me, "some weird ass old dude asking for me."
I roll my eyes and go back to watching TV. Then 5 minutes later we hear pounding on the front door, this time I go but not before making a detour to my parent's bedroom as my dad has a shotgun in there and taught me how to use it. I grab it, load it and make sure the safety is on. I think head to my room and grab one of my machetes (I know disturbing items for a 12 yr old to have but I have always been fascinated with weapons. I go to the door and look out the peephole, it's that same weirdo guy. He's banging on the door and it's shaking, so I open it hiding the shotgun and machete behind my leg, his smile wides in this creepy way that just tells me that he's a fucking creeper.
He says to me, "hello can you come outside?"
I cock my head to one said mimicking that dog behavior and just stare at him not saying a word. He says, "aren't you going to answer me?"
I cock my head the other way in a mock gesture as if I'm listening. Now he's getting angry and he says, "get your ass outside, now!"
I not being easily afraid people just give this menacing stare and grin saying, "oh, do you want to play?"
He stares at me dumbfounded and recovers saying, "no I want you to get in my car, then we'll play."
I just keep this deadpan stare and then take a step his smile widens as he thinks he's won. As I do this I led the machete slide across the floor making noise as he looks down his smile dies and he looks back up at me who is now directly at the screen just staring at him. He jumps back surprised that I never made a sound and the fact he was so transfixed on what was in my hand he never actually saw me move.
I unlock the screen door and tell him to open it, his smile returns and then he opens the door. He starts to look me up and down and his smile instantly replaced by fear as he has an up-close view of what's in my hands.
Machette in left and shotgun in the other, he looks me in the eyes and I lean forward and say in a hushed whisper "If you wanna play with me you have to come inside but be quiet. If my mother catches me with another corpse this time she will call the police."
You can actually see the panic in his eyes and he takes a step back and starts fumbling his words and I say, "don't you wanna play with me? Don't worry it's ok I just wanna see that pretty skull without all the skin and tissue."
His eyes widen and I say in this creepy sing-song tone "I've got others, wannnnaaa seeeeeeeee?"
I turn dragging both the machete and the gun taking slow steps and I hear the screen door slam and hear retreating footsteps. Two minutes later I hear an engine starting and tires squealing away. I reach back lock the screen door then the main door. My mom comes in and says? "what the hell?" and before she can finish she looks in my hands, she says, "what did you do?"
I reply, "101 on how to make a creeper shit his pants and run."
She says, "you didn't?"
I smiled and laughed saying, "of course I did."
She says, "you know you can be one creepy girl. I smile and tell her thank you.
Later when my dad gets home she told him what I did to which his only comment was, "did you remove the shotgun shell?"
I told him, "of course" and head off to my room.
The lesson here is, if you want creeps to leave you be, be an even bigger, more terrifying creeper. Even if it's only pretending.
Saturday, April 21, 2018
Friday, April 13, 2018
Creepy Guy
To give some back round information, I'm a 39-year-old woman and this story takes place back when I was around 12, around 1990.
It's in the Summer time and I'm at home alone, doing what any other 12-year-old girl would do. I'm blaring the radio, dancing and having fun. My parents are out for the day as I had established that I'm trustworthy to stay home alone.
The phone rings but I miss it as the music is loud and I'm enjoying myself when I get a knock at the door and I quickly check who it is. Just one of the neighbors so I turn down the radio and they are just checking in.
That they wanted to make sure that I was alright , just in case the sounds could have been drowning out my screams. I laugh and shake my head telling them I'm fine they leave and I shake my head in annoyance. Apparently, not 100% alone as they got spies everywhere. But that's typical to make sure I'm safe and I understand that but still at 12 you just want your freedom.
As I'm walking back to the radio the phone rings I hurry to pick up and in fashion answer, but not just your typical "hello", as my dad and I had this running gag. We'd answer with things like "Bob's slaughterhouse you kill 'em we grill 'em". an awful joke ok cannibalism. I know a terrible thing to joke about but being that I've always been a bit morbid, myself to me it was hilarious.
So, I answer, "Hello, this is the gateway. How may I direct your call? Heaven or hell?"
"Pause"
Then a guy in a thick French accent says, "um hello?"
I reply, "uh hi?"
He says, "I'm looking for the ladies department, underwear, and bathing suits."
I reply, "Hmm, well sorry dude this is the Gateway."
He pauses again, apparently confused which is the intent to throw off pervs. He says, "this isn't JC Penney?"
"Nope!" comes my reply then I hang up and head back to the living room to turn off the radio and just as I'm about to turn up the radio, the phone rings.
"Hello, City Morgue. We're fresh out of baby blues, how about some lovely greens?" (a reference to eyes and eye color).
A reply, "Hello?"
Same thick French accident as before. I said, look this isn't JC Penney I can't direct you.
He says, "I'm sorry to bother you but I wanted to ask you a question but you hung up."
Exasperated I say "what's the question?"
He replies, "It's about bathing suits, it's for my wife."
I reply, "be quick as I'm quite busy."
Then he starts asking what kind is best then says oh I'm Michèle (pronounced mi-SHEL) by the way, it's French for Michael. I reply, "uh, ok."
Then he launches into that they are on vacation and he wants to surprise her, then continues with a bunch of comments and how much he likes women's bathing suits then he blurts out "she's about your height and size" and I'm thinking what the fuck?
I reply, "how the hell would you my size and height?"
He says, "I know because you're just perfect."
I laugh my ass off and reply "yea, ok dude. Whatever you say."
I get bored and hang up the phone mid-conversation and return to my music. Days go by and my parents are out again, the phone rings and I answer in my usual fashion with some disturbing little saying I made up, it's him.
He says, "Hello, Jennison."
Right off the bat, I'm like "what... the... fuck..."
I never said my name how the fuck does this creepy weirdo know it?
He says, "you looked so lovely today. I especially loved your hair, I was itching to run my fingers through it as I passed by."
Now I'm thinking, "where the hell have I been today where it was possible for strangers to see me?"
Then, I remember. I walked up to the video store to return some movies and rent some more. Normally back then you required an adult to check them out but they knew me there and knew that I was mature and responsible for my age.
I reply, "Awe.. Really? How sweet, now listen up you creepy fuck! Stop calling me."
I hang up and decide on watching TV over music. Nothing else happens that day.
The month goes by and every time I'm alone everyone, creepy Michèle calls. I'd just hang up.
I head to the video store and return the movies as we rented all the time. I came across a movie and to my delight is a Vampire movie. The lady says you like those? I reply happily, hell yea. She says, "that's part 3 we should have 1 and 2 around."
I say, "Really?"
She says, "You gotta look around but most likely in horror."
The horror section is in on the other side of the store around a corner so I dash off and go looking. The area is darker than the rest of the store and within minutes I find them, but to my delight, there are hundreds more of movies. I get lost in searching. As I'm bent over reaching for a movie I fell a hand grabs my ass I quickly turn and no one is there. This continues for about an hour. Should I have just left? Of course but being the "bad-ass" I was I refused to be scared off.
I grabbed several more movies and head up to the front told the lady that there was some weird ass creeper, she rolls her eyes and says in that corner hidden is the adult section. She heads to the area and sees this guy and he's standing there in such a way that he can stare at me and he's touching himself.
She yells, "HEY! Get the fuck out you creepy fucker!"
He bolts and takes off, she comes back and says, "he's gone but I'd be careful going home."
I nod and tell her, thank you.
I walk home it's a little over a mile the entire time my head swiveling making sure I'm not being followed.
I get home and lock the door drop the movies on the kitchen table, grand myself a soda and click the TV on, flip through the channels and find some action movie that's just starting.
The beginning credits are still playing when the phone rings, tired and having had a crap day I opt for none of my greetings.
"Hello?"
"Hello, sweet girl." In that same thick French Accent.
I sigh and say, "what do you want?"
He replies, "Why you sweetie."
I retort, "Well, I'm not on the market."
He says, "That's good because he doesn't like other men playing with what's his."
I tell him, "listen weirdo I'm not your girl and you're a creepy fuck. Leave me the hell alone."
As I go to hang up he says softly, "you have an amazing ass it's just as soft, firm, and squeezable as I expected."
I freeze realizing that he was the fucking perv that felt me up.
You can hear the smile in his voice when he says, "I bet your pussy is even better."
I made a sound of disgust and hang up.
5 minutes later he calls back and says, "that's not very nice."
I reply, "I don't give a fuck!"
He then says, "you've got a dirty mouth and I've got 12 inches that are sure to shut you up."
I retort, "wow, how original a dick joke."
He laughs and just breathes heavily. I get right away what he's doing and then he confirms it.
"My dick is just so hard thinking about you. I wish you were here so I could fuck you instead of masturbating."
I slam the phone down then take it off the hook (it's the very early 90's and so cell phones were a thing only people with lots of money had).
My parents get home and I tell them about my pervy caller, my dad is unfazed and my mom says, "your grandma got calls like this too. She would say things like, "I've got a new whip and I've been dying to try it out wanna be the first one?"
The guy on the other end would get creeped out and hang up. My mom told me she'd laugh her ass off because she out creeped a creeper.
She thought that was that was funny as hell.
Then got up to make dinner.
Time passes by again and he calls and this time my mom is home, she answers and the stupid ass actually asks for me.
She says, "sorry dear, you got me instead." Then continued on asking about men's swimwear, he gets annoyed and hangs up.
We laugh our asses off.
Another few weeks pass then I'm alone again and he calls berating me for what my mom had said.
I laughed and told him, "well, dumbass you should take the hint and fuck off."
He gets serious and says, "soon Princess we'll be all alone and you'll be mine."
I retort, "Listen, you creepy fuck. Get lost before I shove my father's shotgun up your ass."
He hangs up and I'm good with that even pleased with myself that I got him to hang up.
Another two weeks go by and my parents are out, yet again. The phone rings and I ignore it.
This goes on for nearly two hours. Finally, I pick up and start screaming, on the other end I hear, "what the fuck dude?"
It's my friend and she says she's coming over. She gets here and I tell her the situation. She says, "what the fuck is with this area turning into perv central?"
The phone rings and before I have a chance to pick it up my friend grabs it and belches loudly into the phone and hangs up. An hour goes by and we're hanging out and watching TV. The phone rings and I pick it up and he asks, "was it the dark haired girl that belched in my ear?"
I hang up and turn to her telling her what he said she replied, "Fuck!"
As we are aware that he had been watching us.
We make sure the doors and windows are locked and the curtains closed.
Several days later and it's dusk I'm heading home and I see the neighbor guys out. I stop say hey and chat. Out of the door comes Raimond. He runs up to me kisses me on the cheek and hugs me asking me how I am. I tell him of my creepy stalker on the phone, he gets mad and says, "what the fuck?"
He grabs my hand heads to a lawn chair sitting down and pulls me down on his lap. We chat and the guys are coming up with ways to get this asshole to leave me alone when Raimond says, "I've got an idea."
He walks me home and instead of his usual stopping at the door he comes inside. My parents are gone overnight so it's just us.
Not 20 minutes later the phone rings I pick it up and it's him.
He says, "who the fuck is that guy that? You know the one, you were sitting in his lap and he just went in your house? If he doesn't leave I'll slit his fucking throat."
I look at Raimond and he knows it's him he takes the phone and says, "listen you perverted fuck! Stop harassing and stalking my girlfriend or I'll take off your fucking head."
Then slams the phone down.
Ten minutes later the guy calls again and Raimond says, "I know you can see me standing in the window and I'm holding a big knife which I will use to cut your dick off and shove it in your mouth. She's my girl and if you come near or call her again, no one will ever find your fucking rotting corpse. I live just down the street, so I'll always be watching and protecting her. Stay the fuck away!"
Slams the phone down again. We hang out watch tv.
I know what your thinking. Why is a 27-year-old man acting like this with a 12-year-old girl? He must have his own intentions.
But you're wrong. He's never disrespected or perved on me. He's always treated me with love and respect. I know his feelings for me were true but he never once crossed the line, never touched me inappropriately. He truly was my knight that protected me.
I never saw or heard from that creepy asshole again. If it had not been Raimond, I don't know what would have happened.
Thank you, Raimond. Where ever you are.
It's in the Summer time and I'm at home alone, doing what any other 12-year-old girl would do. I'm blaring the radio, dancing and having fun. My parents are out for the day as I had established that I'm trustworthy to stay home alone.
The phone rings but I miss it as the music is loud and I'm enjoying myself when I get a knock at the door and I quickly check who it is. Just one of the neighbors so I turn down the radio and they are just checking in.
That they wanted to make sure that I was alright , just in case the sounds could have been drowning out my screams. I laugh and shake my head telling them I'm fine they leave and I shake my head in annoyance. Apparently, not 100% alone as they got spies everywhere. But that's typical to make sure I'm safe and I understand that but still at 12 you just want your freedom.
As I'm walking back to the radio the phone rings I hurry to pick up and in fashion answer, but not just your typical "hello", as my dad and I had this running gag. We'd answer with things like "Bob's slaughterhouse you kill 'em we grill 'em". an awful joke ok cannibalism. I know a terrible thing to joke about but being that I've always been a bit morbid, myself to me it was hilarious.
So, I answer, "Hello, this is the gateway. How may I direct your call? Heaven or hell?"
"Pause"
Then a guy in a thick French accent says, "um hello?"
I reply, "uh hi?"
He says, "I'm looking for the ladies department, underwear, and bathing suits."
I reply, "Hmm, well sorry dude this is the Gateway."
He pauses again, apparently confused which is the intent to throw off pervs. He says, "this isn't JC Penney?"
"Nope!" comes my reply then I hang up and head back to the living room to turn off the radio and just as I'm about to turn up the radio, the phone rings.
"Hello, City Morgue. We're fresh out of baby blues, how about some lovely greens?" (a reference to eyes and eye color).
A reply, "Hello?"
Same thick French accident as before. I said, look this isn't JC Penney I can't direct you.
He says, "I'm sorry to bother you but I wanted to ask you a question but you hung up."
Exasperated I say "what's the question?"
He replies, "It's about bathing suits, it's for my wife."
I reply, "be quick as I'm quite busy."
Then he starts asking what kind is best then says oh I'm Michèle (pronounced mi-SHEL) by the way, it's French for Michael. I reply, "uh, ok."
Then he launches into that they are on vacation and he wants to surprise her, then continues with a bunch of comments and how much he likes women's bathing suits then he blurts out "she's about your height and size" and I'm thinking what the fuck?
I reply, "how the hell would you my size and height?"
He says, "I know because you're just perfect."
I laugh my ass off and reply "yea, ok dude. Whatever you say."
I get bored and hang up the phone mid-conversation and return to my music. Days go by and my parents are out again, the phone rings and I answer in my usual fashion with some disturbing little saying I made up, it's him.
He says, "Hello, Jennison."
Right off the bat, I'm like "what... the... fuck..."
I never said my name how the fuck does this creepy weirdo know it?
He says, "you looked so lovely today. I especially loved your hair, I was itching to run my fingers through it as I passed by."
Now I'm thinking, "where the hell have I been today where it was possible for strangers to see me?"
Then, I remember. I walked up to the video store to return some movies and rent some more. Normally back then you required an adult to check them out but they knew me there and knew that I was mature and responsible for my age.
I reply, "Awe.. Really? How sweet, now listen up you creepy fuck! Stop calling me."
I hang up and decide on watching TV over music. Nothing else happens that day.
The month goes by and every time I'm alone everyone, creepy Michèle calls. I'd just hang up.
I head to the video store and return the movies as we rented all the time. I came across a movie and to my delight is a Vampire movie. The lady says you like those? I reply happily, hell yea. She says, "that's part 3 we should have 1 and 2 around."
I say, "Really?"
She says, "You gotta look around but most likely in horror."
The horror section is in on the other side of the store around a corner so I dash off and go looking. The area is darker than the rest of the store and within minutes I find them, but to my delight, there are hundreds more of movies. I get lost in searching. As I'm bent over reaching for a movie I fell a hand grabs my ass I quickly turn and no one is there. This continues for about an hour. Should I have just left? Of course but being the "bad-ass" I was I refused to be scared off.
I grabbed several more movies and head up to the front told the lady that there was some weird ass creeper, she rolls her eyes and says in that corner hidden is the adult section. She heads to the area and sees this guy and he's standing there in such a way that he can stare at me and he's touching himself.
She yells, "HEY! Get the fuck out you creepy fucker!"
He bolts and takes off, she comes back and says, "he's gone but I'd be careful going home."
I nod and tell her, thank you.
I walk home it's a little over a mile the entire time my head swiveling making sure I'm not being followed.
I get home and lock the door drop the movies on the kitchen table, grand myself a soda and click the TV on, flip through the channels and find some action movie that's just starting.
The beginning credits are still playing when the phone rings, tired and having had a crap day I opt for none of my greetings.
"Hello?"
"Hello, sweet girl." In that same thick French Accent.
I sigh and say, "what do you want?"
He replies, "Why you sweetie."
I retort, "Well, I'm not on the market."
He says, "That's good because he doesn't like other men playing with what's his."
I tell him, "listen weirdo I'm not your girl and you're a creepy fuck. Leave me the hell alone."
As I go to hang up he says softly, "you have an amazing ass it's just as soft, firm, and squeezable as I expected."
I freeze realizing that he was the fucking perv that felt me up.
You can hear the smile in his voice when he says, "I bet your pussy is even better."
I made a sound of disgust and hang up.
5 minutes later he calls back and says, "that's not very nice."
I reply, "I don't give a fuck!"
He then says, "you've got a dirty mouth and I've got 12 inches that are sure to shut you up."
I retort, "wow, how original a dick joke."
He laughs and just breathes heavily. I get right away what he's doing and then he confirms it.
"My dick is just so hard thinking about you. I wish you were here so I could fuck you instead of masturbating."
I slam the phone down then take it off the hook (it's the very early 90's and so cell phones were a thing only people with lots of money had).
My parents get home and I tell them about my pervy caller, my dad is unfazed and my mom says, "your grandma got calls like this too. She would say things like, "I've got a new whip and I've been dying to try it out wanna be the first one?"
The guy on the other end would get creeped out and hang up. My mom told me she'd laugh her ass off because she out creeped a creeper.
She thought that was that was funny as hell.
Then got up to make dinner.
Time passes by again and he calls and this time my mom is home, she answers and the stupid ass actually asks for me.
She says, "sorry dear, you got me instead." Then continued on asking about men's swimwear, he gets annoyed and hangs up.
We laugh our asses off.
Another few weeks pass then I'm alone again and he calls berating me for what my mom had said.
I laughed and told him, "well, dumbass you should take the hint and fuck off."
He gets serious and says, "soon Princess we'll be all alone and you'll be mine."
I retort, "Listen, you creepy fuck. Get lost before I shove my father's shotgun up your ass."
He hangs up and I'm good with that even pleased with myself that I got him to hang up.
Another two weeks go by and my parents are out, yet again. The phone rings and I ignore it.
This goes on for nearly two hours. Finally, I pick up and start screaming, on the other end I hear, "what the fuck dude?"
It's my friend and she says she's coming over. She gets here and I tell her the situation. She says, "what the fuck is with this area turning into perv central?"
The phone rings and before I have a chance to pick it up my friend grabs it and belches loudly into the phone and hangs up. An hour goes by and we're hanging out and watching TV. The phone rings and I pick it up and he asks, "was it the dark haired girl that belched in my ear?"
I hang up and turn to her telling her what he said she replied, "Fuck!"
As we are aware that he had been watching us.
We make sure the doors and windows are locked and the curtains closed.
Several days later and it's dusk I'm heading home and I see the neighbor guys out. I stop say hey and chat. Out of the door comes Raimond. He runs up to me kisses me on the cheek and hugs me asking me how I am. I tell him of my creepy stalker on the phone, he gets mad and says, "what the fuck?"
He grabs my hand heads to a lawn chair sitting down and pulls me down on his lap. We chat and the guys are coming up with ways to get this asshole to leave me alone when Raimond says, "I've got an idea."
He walks me home and instead of his usual stopping at the door he comes inside. My parents are gone overnight so it's just us.
Not 20 minutes later the phone rings I pick it up and it's him.
He says, "who the fuck is that guy that? You know the one, you were sitting in his lap and he just went in your house? If he doesn't leave I'll slit his fucking throat."
I look at Raimond and he knows it's him he takes the phone and says, "listen you perverted fuck! Stop harassing and stalking my girlfriend or I'll take off your fucking head."
Then slams the phone down.
Ten minutes later the guy calls again and Raimond says, "I know you can see me standing in the window and I'm holding a big knife which I will use to cut your dick off and shove it in your mouth. She's my girl and if you come near or call her again, no one will ever find your fucking rotting corpse. I live just down the street, so I'll always be watching and protecting her. Stay the fuck away!"
Slams the phone down again. We hang out watch tv.
I know what your thinking. Why is a 27-year-old man acting like this with a 12-year-old girl? He must have his own intentions.
But you're wrong. He's never disrespected or perved on me. He's always treated me with love and respect. I know his feelings for me were true but he never once crossed the line, never touched me inappropriately. He truly was my knight that protected me.
I never saw or heard from that creepy asshole again. If it had not been Raimond, I don't know what would have happened.
Thank you, Raimond. Where ever you are.
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Tohu תֹּ֫הוּ
To share some background information.
I'm a 39 year old woman and these these two experiences happened at two extremely different times in my life. Yes, they relate so that is why this will be extremely long. The beginning starts when I was 12 years old other than a few short moments here and there it doesn't truly begin to pick up again when until I was 28.
16 years a part and in two completely different states.
I grew up in a mildly suburban area.
Now, I did not grow up your typical child I was partially raised by my grandma and she noticed my oddities, that I was extremely in tune with the spiritual world, even as a very small child. She didn't do what most normal grandma's do and quash it, she taught me to accept, understand, and to take comfort it. To not be afraid and she began teaching me the Occult as I was already well on my way and she knows what's out there. Not a foolish woman she wants me well prepared.
Fast forward now I'm an Occultist and I have been practicing my entire life. I've always not only been sensitive to any Entity, Deity, spirit, etc, everything paranormal around. Also able to see, talk, and hear them, I simply know things at times and I have extremely high spiritual energy and abilities. It runs in my family.
So, I am not your typical girl at 12 years old. I am light years ahead of my peers. I'm smarter, I notice things most girls my age wouldn't even dream of noticing. (Not bragging). This knowledge and forewarning came with a price. The price of my childhood and innocence being ripped away from me when I was 11 years old and my cousin at 16 being the one who ripped it away, but that's another story.
I'm not normally easily scared, weirded out or any of the usual because I'm used to paranormal experiences, to me it's just like any other day.
However, one time it completely evaded all of my spiritual senses. And that is when everything changed.
Three things before I begin.
1. I am not interested in your lectures. Especially the religious ones. I don't want to hear about your rants about how I need to call on god or jesus. I simply want to tell my story in peace.
2. I had not thought about this in such a long time but for some reason, today of all days it just hit me like a ton of bricks. As Today is April, 06, 2018
and lastly....
3. I do not give a fuck if you beleave me or not, but this actually happened.
Late Spring early Summer, of 1990. I was 12. We got new neighbors down the street and they were a nice couple with two very young children their names were (for the sake of anonymity I'll call them John and Pearl) they had the same sames as my friend and her boyfriend and it became a huge running joke which even they thought was cute and funny.
They came over and introduced themselves and my parents were hosting a card game (that shuffled from house to house of the adults every week) they were invited and said they were not sure as they did not have a babysitter for their children (I avoid mentioning genders for their protection), my mother quickly offers me up to babysit I really didn't want to as my friend was coming over that night and we were gonna just hang out in my room, as adults playing cards, drinking, etc just wasn't fun and they were always so loud it made it impossible to watch TV even in the living room.
My mom takes me aside and asks me kindly saying that are new that it would be nice for them to get to know everyone and so I reluctantly agree. The woman asks me if I have any experience which I completely understand. She doesn't know me and wants to make sure her children are safe. I told her that I do that I have babysat many of my cousins from infancy to 10 yrs old been doing it since I was 10.
We talked for a bit and I noticed her husband kind of leering at me and it made me weirded out but being that I just met him I made the conscious choice to ignore it and that gut-dropping feeling in my stomach because we just met, maybe he was just odd.
She and I continued talking for another 15 to 20 min. I know what she's doing, she's sizing me up to make sure that I'm capable (to take care of her kids even if it's only a few hours) as she tells me that her two children are arm full of trouble and I reassure her that I'm more than capable of handling them.
While I'm talking to Pearl my instincts are screaming, that something is off. It's gnawing away at me but I push it aside as I have had enough of discussing my past, even if it was only a year ago. It was still turning my life upside down. I had a nasty attitude, if you wanted something from me you had to bribe me and the bribe better be worth it or you'd see not only my anger but the response to this anger.
I was a nasty piece of work at 12 and I let everyone know it.
John was a good looking guy looked like he had literally walked off a fashion magazine cover, tall dark hair, and penetrating tiger striped hazel eyes that bore right through you. However, within moments clarity seemed to hit him and he'd look at you again with just the typical eyes of a 29-year-old man. I was always used to men blatantly checking me out and being perverted. But this time his eyes were a clear blue, at first I thought to myself your just seeing things get a grip. For once don't think with your paranormal brain, though it was hard to. I lived it every single moment of every single day of my life.
There wasn't a moment that I did not see spirits, entities, Deities, etc. That I did not hear them and speak back.
Who was I kidding? That's my life, so I brushed it aside and carried on. I stopped telling my mom who visited me and who I spoke to by the time I was 6. It scared her and she'd go around for days on end paranoid at every little sound calling my dad at work 20, 30, 60 times a day to come home.
Creepy things never scared me as I was (and still am to this day) very much into horror. However, when John focused on you like he did me his stare made you not only shiver but break out into a cold sweat and stop dead.
I'm talking to Pearl and he's talking to my mom, I noticed that one again he's staring at me, when I glance at him I see those same tiger striped hazel eyes. After that 20 minutes I take off and I go down the hall little ways and hide in the utility room. I listen in and Pearl and John commented how mature I was for my age and how unusual it was. My mom opened her mouth and said, "well, you see Jennison (not my real name) had a different kind of childhood" and my stomach sank.
I knew exactly what she was going to tell them next, what my 16-year-old cousin did to me and I had no interest being around to hear it, I was there, it happened to me and I sure as hell didn't want to relive it. So I took off and left the house heading over to my friends. I get there and simply walk in, I'm practically family there so I'm always welcome. I say hi to Laura who is my friend's mom and pass by her older sisters room who is my age, she was cool but we just didn't really click like Lily and I did (also not their real names). I see her little sister who would run up and hug me then climb all over me.
Being 12 I was already 5'7 so to her I was like a jungle gym. She's perch on my back wrapping her arms around my neck yelling piggyback, piggyback. Being an only child I looked after her as if she were my little sister so I ran around giving her piggyback rides and finally stopping by the couch to let her off and as usual she was latched onto me for dear life and refused to get down. I didn't at all so I headed to Lily's room and she's just hanging out and I sit on her bed and tell her that there's a change of plan's that my mom volunteered me to babysit and since she was staying the night she'd be coming too. She did her usual burped loudly her reply which was a long cool. She is two years younger than me (10).
So we hang out for a little bit and the entire time her little sister is demanding she gets to come too.
To this day I am so grateful that her sister and I both said no, she was only 6 at the time. She got mad stomped off to tell her mom that we were being mean to her. On our way out I explained that we were babysitting and that we could be there till 3am to which she agreed and kept her youngest home.
We go back to my house and hang out. 6pm rolls around and we have 1 hour left before heading off down the street.
I know many would ask why hang out with someone two years younger? That is a world of difference.
Well, you see that 80's and 90's were a very different time. We had a lot in common, liked the same things, thought the same way, we never were into the whole "need to be popular" stigma that seemed to run rampant. We even liked the same music and mentally we were both worlds apart from most people anywhere in our age groups.
6:55pm is here and we get up to head out down the street, we knock and Pearl answers. I introduce her to Lily and told her that we already had plans for her to stay the night she said that was fine let us in and asked us to take our shoes off.
We did and she introduces us to her kids. Two adorable little energy-filled troublemakers. Within moments they latched onto us and we played with them. Seeing as her kids were in good hands she tells us that they'll be back late. Help yourselves to whatever we want in the fridge. Their bedtime is 9pm to which they howled as if the devil himself were on their heels. She said, "ok 9:30 but not a second later". They got up jumping and cheering as if was the loudest party.
She heads to the back door and yells for John and says she's heading over. Then suddenly I got that same feeling as if I'm being stared down like eyes boring into me I turn and look there's John just standing there staring. I notice he's not staring at his kids but at me, I felt a little creeped out and wonder to myself how long as he been standing there staring at me?
He says to me as he glances at his kids, "Hey Jennison can we talk for a minute?
Sure I reply, I get up and follow him to the back door where there is no one except us. He says to me, "they like having this snack before bed but don't tell Pearl she gets mad and I always give it to them. It helps them settle down and they like stories before bed". No problem I say.
He just stands there silently with that same penetrating stare and I ask if there is anything else. He down and leans into me as he is about 6'2 and very muscular. He brushes his chest against mine (I should mention that I developed very early in life, by the time I was 7, I wore a B cup bra and by the time I was 12 it was a C and not only that I had the hips and ass of a woman, not a child. Something I noticed because many older men looked at me like that). I watched him shiver and he felt my breasts brush against his chest and he reaches around me and grabs a flannel shirt and on his arms down descent, he caresses my hip and ass. I froze I look down because I did not want to see that same burning stare and he quickly says oh, I'm sorry in such a gentle tone it surprised me and I looked up and staring back at me was not that same burning stare but one of mischievous boyish charm.
It unnerved because of how fast he changed not just his speech which was usually deep and a little bit of like a whisper even though it was a normal tone but his look as if boyish mischievousness. He just stared and I got a good view of his eyes for the first time, they weren't dark like I had seen earlier they were blue. Which made me even more nervous because when I met him earlier they were hazel, a tiger-striped hazel.
I'm aware of those because my own eyes are hazel and they too often changed colors but I had never met anyone else that had eyes that changed colors. He noticed not only my surprise but the fact I was unnerved and he just smiled. I was pressed up against the washer and had no place to go. Finally, he moves his arm after what seemed like forever and I thought it was over. I went to move but he stopped me and dropped to his knees pinning my legs and I said what the hell are you doing but not loud enough for my friend or his kids to hear. He looks up and me and says in that same mischievous boyish charm "I dropped my shirt, didn't want you to step on it. I look next to me and there on the floor is that same flannel shirt he was reaching for earlier. I was so focused on him I didn't even notice and I thought to myself, when did he drop this? Was it when he was groping me? He reached for it and I went to step over and he grabs my ankles once again keeping me pinned to the washer. He tosses the shirt over his shoulder while keeping a grip on my right ankle and I'm thinking what the hell now?
I am not sure what to do or how to get out of this and since he's facing me he takes his other hand and puts it on my left ankle and my mind is just saying "shit, shit, shit!"
He slowly runs his hands up my legs and his body is following suit in that slow rising motion he reaches me hips and stops. He hears his kids running towards him and he snatches his hands away, if they had gotten there 2 seconds earlier they would have caught him with his hands on my hips.
He hugs his kids, kisses them on the cheek and tells them in his dad stern voice to behave for me and my friend. He sets them down, turns and walks out the door. I'm still standing there because my mind is still playing the whole thing over and I felt that stare again and looked up. He was staring at me again and his eyes were that same tiger striped hazel. Then he leaves, only then am I ab;e to breathe in relief.
The kids drag me into the living room to play, so for everyone else's sake. I put what just happened away, as they are small children and wouldn't understand. Nor would I want them to at their ages. So, we play, watch tv, play board games, the entire time was filled with fun and after a while, I had forgotten.
8:30 pm rolls around and we tell them to go put on their pajamas so they won't have to later. They surprisingly agreed and came back 5 minutes later stating they were hungry and wanted mac and cheese. I made them some and they ate half a package between the two, then their snack, they also wanted soda and their mother said no soda at 8pm. So, we gave them juice and all was fine. At 9:20 we told them that they had to go to bed in 10 minutes, they howled stating they wanted to play with us till mommy and daddy got back. We told them no and they started acting out horribly. So I told them to continue that behavior and no bedtime stories. They stopped dead and said in their adorable chipper little voices, ok. They then said if we lay down 10 minutes early can we get two stories?
I agreed. So we tucked them into bed and read the two stories, at 9:40 pm they were still awake begging for a third story, my friend and I figured why not and read the third story, by the time we were done they were fast asleep. We quietly got up left the room and softly closed the door, not till it clicked as they didn't like it but just enough that you could peep and eye in and see them sleeping. We headed to the living room and turned on the TV and made sure the volume was extremely low, we then sat on the couch and chatted. That was when my friend Lily says, ok now tell me what the weirdness is.
I looked at her and said what weirdness? She says, "c'mon Jennison, don't even try to bullshit me. Remember? We have the same mind." She then says. "why is Paul being all weird with you, I said I have no idea but it's just seriously fucking creepy." She says, "I noticed it the moment Pearl left he was just dead staring you for a good 15 minutes before you turned around" and I said, "seriously? That long? How fucking creepy!"
She then says "ok we need to change the subject I'm creeping my own self the fuck out."
We did and she told me of school as I was in Junior High and she Grade School. She told me "that boys pick on her because she's different and girl hate her." I asked her, "pick on you how?" She said, "one boy tried to kiss me so I punched him in the face," we laughed because it was just so unreal. She asked m,e "what Junior High was like and would she like it," I replied, "hell no". She asked, "why not?" I said, "you might have some of your former classmates but also a lot of new people with idiotic behaviors, budding hormones and full attitude thinking they know everything."
She laughs and is a bit to loud we instantly stop and go check on the kids to make sure we didn't just wake them up. Thank the stars, still asleep. We had back to the couch and talk in softer tones. She said oh, well then I'm light years ahead of them, already got the attitude. We laugh again but make sure to keep quiet. We just chatted on and eventually we both fall asleep. Me sitting up here not too far from me curled up on the couch.
This is where I learned what his tiger-striped hazel eyes meant that his leering had nothing at all to do with him as a person or should I say human? And that what happened to me when I was 11 had fuck all to do with what happened next.
As I'm sitting there asleep I feel my arm moving, I open my eyes and there's Paul standing there leaning a little bit over me and I look down, he has my hand under his hand rubbing his crotch now I'm still mostly asleep and thought I was just dreaming and fall back to sleep.
10 minutes later the phone rings and he picks it up and I'm mostly awake now but I don't want to open my eyes but I do so anyway and I wasn't dreaming. He has my hand rubbing his crotch and I pull it away and he grabs my hand and hold it firmly and places it back on his crotch and rubs. The entire time he's talking on the phone with my dad and I go to speak and he mouths the words "don't even think about it" and I look in his eyes the entire time and I watch them change, they became dark and he's telling my dad that we're asleep and he doesn't have the heart to wake us. His tone is light as if nothing is wrong but he has me literally pinned to the couch with just his stare and he's still rubbing himself with my hand.
I don't know why but I can't speak, it's as if all of the air has been sucked out of the room and I feel weird, my head is fuzzy and when I tried to move I wanted to vomit. He hangs up the phone and just stares at me, then in the next second he's leaning down over me and whispering in my ear. He says quietly in this deep low growl, "when I tell you not to speak or move I meant it and you will do as I say" and the entire time he has his hand wrapped around my throat and is squeezing. By now I am in shock and my body goes numb and he just stares at me while being so close and breathes on me. Then he crushes his lips to mine and forces my mouth open with his tongue with his one hand on my throat and the other between my legs. When I refuse to kiss him back he starts squeezing my throat again and whispers, kiss me back and you better mean it or I'll get upset. Terrified, I respond. He moans in my mouth and the entire time he's rubbing his other hand between my legs and my body is frozen and numb. He pulls away letting go of my throat and grabs my hand and tried to pull me up, I couldn't do it I sink back down and he gets upset and is back in my ear and says "move it and I mean now" I tell him I can't he whispers why and I tell him "my body is numb and won't move."
He drops down to his knees and lovingly massages my legs as if we were longtime lovers and he's helping me. It works and my legs return to normal under his touch but I tried my hardest to continue to fake it but he sees my feet move even though I tried to hide it. He stands up and pulls and my legs follow, he drags me into the bedroom that belongs to him and his wife. I panic knowing that if I don't get out he's going to rape me. He wraps his arms around me and leans down kissing me again and I know that if I don't respond he's going to get angry so I do. This lasts for what seemed like forever, he lays on the bed. Now's my chance I say. I bolt out of the bedroom and run to my friend who is dead asleep on the couch and run to get my shoes. I come back to get her because she isn't moving.
He comes up behind me and catches me, wrapping his arms around me holding me tightly. I struggle and I get free taking a step he grabs me and presses me into him wrapping his arms around me once again using his hands to rub my breasts. This time he holds me stock still I can't move. He whispers if you wanna go, go ahead and go. I turn to look at him and he says, "but know this. What I want to do with you, I'll do with her and I won't be as gentle with her as I will be with you". I freeze dread filling me. He says, "so what's it going to be? You or her?"
That was when I learned the true nature of who he is and the meaning of his tiger-striped hazel eyes.
I'm thinking to myself and I know myself and I know my friend. She already has a hard life with a dad that can be abusive and when he's like that she will spend weeks at my house, she only pretends to be strong but inside, she's terrified. Then there's me. I've already survived one rape. He whispers hurry up or I'm gonna choose for you and forces his hand between my legs. I quietly snap back, I need to think. He says, "you have one minute or I'm choosing and you won't like what I choose to do."
Then he says, "keep this in mind, I will be her living fucking nightmare". Then he's quiet while holding me and touching me all over and my mind is racing.
"Times up" I hear whispered in my ear and then his arms are gone. I look and he's right next to my friend slowly moving back a piece of hair from her face, then he goes to pick her up.
I knew in that instant I had to act and do whatever I needed to protect my friend from harm. I step in between him and her, he looks down at me and smiles. I turn around and away from him and crouch down checking on my friend. "Good, I say to myself still sound asleep." I stand up and he wastes no time and grabs me from behind picking me up and taking me to the bedroom.
We get inside and he puts me down next to the bed and goes back to the door, closes it quietly and locks it.
He then walks over to me and grabs me wrapping his arms around me and kissing me. Then he lets go and pushes me into a sitting position on the bed and grabs my legs and pulls them apart, he then he unzips his pants and pulls them down. He's fully hard and big, he then leans down and whispers to me, "suck it."
I just sit there scared. I didn't want to do this, he says "well what are you waiting for?" I said, "I can't." He then says, "well, I bet your friend will" and makes a move to the door. I say, "no." He stops looks at me and smiles. Knowing he has me fully trapped. I have no other choice but to comply or he's gonna brutalize my friend.
I do as he commands of me until he tires of it then pulls me up and yanks my clothes off me, then shoves me down on the bed. He explores every inch of my body with his hands and mouth until he decides he can stand it no longer.
Still reluctant I hold my legs closed as tight as I can and he's very strong and after about 15 minutes of fighting, he wins and pulls my legs apart.
He enters me and he's big and it hurts, to which I tell him. He didn't stop only slowed down. The entire time as I'm screaming in my mind I'm also chanting over and over, this is to protect Lily, this is to protect Lily, this is to protect Lily. My mind racing the entire time and he commands me to look at him. I do and he tells me to hold him and to push him in me I refuse and he grabs my throat and says, "you will do as I command or I will become your living nightmare". The last ounce of fight I had in me leaves and I do as he commanded and he smiles, kisses me in such a passionate way, then when he pulls back to stare at me I am at a complete loss for words. His tiger-striped hazel eyes are literally fucking glowing and no, not a reflection or caught from a light they are fucking glowing. What's worse is that my own body betrays me enjoying the sensations and I hate myself for it. I know it's a body's natural response but I still fucking hate myself.
This is where everything turns.
The more my body responds to what he is doing the more he is loving it at one point he growls and says "I love the way your body is responding to me" The voice I heard was familiar, I had only heard it a few times in my short life. I said, "who the fuck are you? You're not a Demon, I know Demons and they not only love me, they have protected me all my life." He laughs and says, "but they can't protect you now either." I said, "your not Paul, he says "oh, this worthless human? I just borrowed his body, I needed someone new to get close to you." I asked, "why." He said "because you are too cautious and you are too observant. You know everyone without ever actually meeting them."
I again, asked, "why." He says, "you'll learn in time." I shivered to my core. He loved that feeling I could tell because those eyes of his glowed. I asked him, "what's with the blue eyes, he says oh those? That's Paul surfacing to the front and I allowed it so I could have complete control when I had you and he leans down and whispers, while I'm inside you".
I push at him trying to stop him and he grabs me tighter and I start calling my Demons and two Angels he hears me and says, "they can do nothing for you, you allowed me in to enter you. You gave yourself to me of your own free will" and his eyes glowed brightly and my Demon's as well as my two Angels I felt coming, that energy was gone. I studdered, "h..how? H...how did you do that? I don't know anyone powerful enough to break my call." He smiled and said, "my sweet little girl I am far older and far more powerful than you have ever dealt with before". Now, I'm beyond terrified. I didn't let a human enter my body sexually to save my friend, I let someTHING in.
My stomach coiled, getting tighter and tighter and he felt it and he touched my stomach and rubbed his hand on it. Now, I don't know what this Paul felt like sexually, but I could tell that his body was simply being used. That coil grew so tight my stomach hurt, he noticed and became concerned which confused me. He put his hand back and to my just realizing it, when did he move his hand before? How long ago? Under his touch within seconds, that coiling was gone but cold sweat and dread filled me again. I glance over at the clock and it reads 4am. I'm stunned, I mumble... "4am?" He says "yes and?"
I reply, "but h..how is that possible? You got back shortly before 11:30 pm." He says, "no I got back at 10pm." I replied shakily, "w...what?" He says" I just wanted to spend some time to see you in your natural state" and to which I replied back irritated "and my natural state is sleeping? What the fuck? Creepy much?"
He chuckles and says, "of course,e my sweet girl." I shot back angrily, "don't call me that I am not your sweet girl." He retorts back "but of course you are." He says, "what shall I call you then?" I look at him confused and say, "huh?" He doesn't waste any time and calls another name out to which not just my entire body, my entire being, my entire soul reacts. I felt it He grins and I said, "ok what the fuck is so funny." He says, "no my sweet girl not funny but amazing. You're awake, you've always been awake you just didn't know your own name." I said "of course I know my own fucking name" he replies "no not that mortal name given (and he spat as he said that offended) in this life your real name." I look at him lost not understanding and he grabs a mirror and shows me my face and I say "ok what fucking creepy shit you up to now?" He says, "no my sweet girl just watch." He calls that name again and my body thrums, it feels like drums going off in my soul and as I watch my eyes start changing color, first blue, to gray, to green, then to yellow then white, to red, then settling on black then they go back to my natural hazel color and then they become the same tiger striped as his and then they glow to which he smiles. He says that name again and again and again as they flip colors and the final time they glow just as eerily and brightly as his. I can't speak for the longest time and finally, I managed to whisper out, "what the fuck?"
Now, I always knew that I was different, but at that time I just didn't know how different.
He says, "now my little one you finally understand." I reply back, "I...I...I...I'm not human!" He goes, "truly no you are not." I said, "I always knew I was different, I used to terrify people as a child." He says, "I know" and I reply "but how could you?"
He says, "your body is human but your soul is not. I said well no soul is human he says no little one many souls have human DNA within them, yours does not. Part of your soul comes from where I originate and the rest of you well you always knew where that came from." I say, "yes." Knowing full well what he meant. He smiles the sweetest, kindest, the most loving smile I have seen from him and he caresses my cheek and flashes go through my head, things I dreamed about when I was small, young, and as a preteen that never made any sense to me or anyone. I closed my eyes and without even thinking I called out a name and I opened my eyes to see a new smile from him. One of recognition and his body thrummed then his eyes glowed intensely. He tells me that this was his only opportunity to be here before he had to go back.
I am still lost, confused, and petrified I said "go back where" and he says "to sleep." I didn't understand he said, "I would one day." Everything was upside down and I needed to regain balance so I looked at the clock and it said 6am. Another two hours had passed since all of this began and he whispered: "it's time." He already knows what he's done to my body and my mind and he's pushing for that last phase and my body for the second time my body betrays me and I have an orgasm.
I looked at him shocked at how my body could do that to me and he is pleased with my body's response. He caressed my cheek one last time, kissed me then I felt spasming from him then another minute later he tears himself away from me and takes off to the bathroom.
I lay there curled up for what seemed like forever just a bundle of nerves, shock, a sense of loss and awareness at the same time.
Now, I know most of you won't understand this but a non-human using a human body can cum without making the human cum if they have such power and control.
He did, that's what that first spasm I felt was, the second was the human on the verge of the same thing. He knew.
I being a 12 yr old girl and had already gotten my period it was very easy for me to come pregnant, that was why he tore himself away from me like he did. He comes back and carries me to the shower to shower off. While in the shower I casually ask him "what the hell was that bullshit with my friend?" He replies back, "oh that? Yea I have no interest in her." I said to him "then why the fuck did you threaten her?" He says, "I will use any means necessary to achieve what happened tonight and if that meant threatening your friend, then I will." I said, "you more than fucking threatened her you made a move." He says, "I knew you'd stop me, remember I know everything about you little one." You can tell he's smiling pleased with himself that he got me right where he wanted me.
Agitated, I grab a towel and go back to the bedroom and put my clothes back on he comes up behind me and wraps me in an embrace and he asks me whispering lovingly "I didn't hurt you when I left like that did I? Because if this man's or any man's body gets you pregnant I will do more than just tear them a part as well as their soul." I said I was fine but I was shaking and he holds me and I can't stop shaking. He then whispers two things to me.
"1. I'll always be around, watching you. In one form or another. We have bonded, whatever you do, where ever you go, whom ever you are with, whatever you feel, when ever you sleep, when ever you are awake, I will know and I will find you.
As I am yours and you all that I know and feel from you, you will feel from me.
You cannot escape me, no one can protect you from me. Not even your beloved Demons who love you so.
You are MINE! (with a growling emphasis on the word mine) Now and always.
I shudder.
2. You will see or hear from me again but for now, I have to go."
Then he lets me go.
Scared, lost, angry, confused, frustrated, and exhausted I take off and go wake up my friend. I practically drag her off the couch to which she wakes up and I just say, hurry we gotta get the fuck out of here. She senses the urgency in my voice we grab our shoes and run, when we get outside and we're running she asks me what's wrong. I tell her just the very beginning of when I was sleeping and how he tried to drag me into the bedroom and that I got away. I left the next 6 1/2 hours out. As I still didn't know how to process it myself.
I made her swear to NEVER utter any of this to anyone.
I never told a living soul the entire details of this experience, it was always varied.
Sure you can think I'm making it all up or that I'm completely insane, some days I think that myself. But the various things that I have experienced from then on confirmed... No not confirmed, cemented that experience.
11 years ago. Early Winter of 2008
I'm on AOL in a chatroom, yes it sill exists. And I met a guy, he's nice but I'm not interested I've been happily married for awhile and I love my husband but I kept feeling gravitated to this guy, I didn't know why. We chatted, we texted nothing major but as time went on strange things started happening. I'd get texts or instant messages in all capital letters. It was so weird but I knew who it was, it was a Deity and she started telling me things about this guy, then he'd snap back too thinking I had stopped responding as on his side, he said the messages were blanks. I told him he was full of shit, he send me screenshots and I compared my messenger to his screenshots of when he last spoke till we spoke again.
It was ALL BLANK.
Then, one time while we were chatting as we were only friends we are both married, happily. All caps text came in my messenger.
"MISS ME LITTLE ONE?"
I froze!
Only one soul called me that, HIM!
I will never say his name aloud or even have it written because it will call him.
I replied, "YOU?!"
"Why are you here", he responds "I MISS MY LITTLE ONE."
I told him to go away to which he became angry and hurt. He replies, "I KNOW WHAT'S IN YOUR HEART LITTLE ONE AND AS I TOLD YOU, YOU ARE MINE! I KNOW ALL AND YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ME!"
Then that Deity cuts in and tells me that I NEED to calm him down to which I do.
This went on and off for 2 years.
Finally, I break contact with the guy and I have not spoken to him since.
All was quiet for two years. Then one day in Autumn, October to be specific in 2010. I'm out by myself and I notice the guy. He's massive compared to me, I'm 5'10 and he's about 6'7 6'8. He has blonde hair and very blue eyes. It's just something I'm not used to seeing and he just smiles and honestly? I'm so busy with life I think nothing of it. I carry on and I go to my car about to get in and this same massive hulking guy comes up behind me and grabs me embracing me. I try to get loose but he just crushes me to him. His arms are massive and I am freaking out he bends down and whispers in my ear, I have missed you my little one. I froze! I turn my head and I'm met with those very same tiger striped hazel eyes. I'm a statue and he smiles saying, I told you. You are MINE! You can never escape and no one can protect you from me, not even your precious Demon's and Angel's.
Then he freezes. He had never done that before, "Fuck I muttered, he noticed." He becomes angry, not violent a possessively jealous angry. He says, "you DARE??!!"
It's my turn to smile. I say. "a lot has changed and I have grown not just physically but spiritually and yes I DARE!!"
He says, "y...y...yo....YOU BONDED WITH THEM? ALL 5 OF THEM?"
He got angrier because he knew what this kind of bond meant, that it can never be broken only strengthened and that yes, sex is part of this particular bonding ritual.
He became possessively and jealously enraged and a tree at the end of the parking lot groaned. I felt it die as he raged at this. It was so loud that normal people were looking at the tree and watched it wither, they became frightened and ran. I wasn't scared, I was Angry!
I told him, "you fix it and you fix it NOW!"
Since it was his magick that did it only he could fix it and I started lashing out at him. He fixed it and then he just held me. What made me even angrier was that for a 3rd time my own body betrayed me, again. I felt it, I burned and ached for him and he knew which I could tell by the smile on his face, the glow in his eyes and feel the response to just how much he enjoyed knowing it stabbing me in my lower back but he just held me.
After what seemed like forever he put me down. Before I could move he put something around my neck, all I saw before it disappeared was a black and red stone. He then wrapped his arms around me again and said, "I told you my beloved little one. You are MINE!" And he growled the word mine and I see the stone react to the words "my beloved little one, you are MINE), glow (as if to empower and bind it) then fade.
He holds me tightly and he says even though we bonded we did not finish that night because I had bolted before he could finish the ritual by putting that stone on me and now 16 years later, he completed it.
I am as bonded to him as I am my Beloved Demon's and my two Beloved Angel's.
After that, he no longer needs a body to visit me, he can come in spirit form or in a psychical body, no matter what barrier I put up he can get in and he does.
My beloved Demon's and two Angel's protect me but they also know that what he did no power can stop him not even my Life Mate whom is one of those Angel's that I bonded with in my original life that is here on Earth.
Every now and then some random stranger with that all to well known non-human voice will say to me, "Hello my beloved little one. I miss you so".
I will turn and look only to be met with those very same tiger striped hazel eyes. It's only for a few minutes.
But at the same time I will notice the glow coming from under my shirt and when I pull to look it's gone but... It's still there.
Most of you will not know or get it. It's a spiritual item not a physical one. I already wear 5 from my beloved Demon's and Angel's of various colors.
His makes number 6 and they can never be removed.
And it reminds me.
That... Deep down. I know.
There is NO ESCAPING HIM!
Not just mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually, but sexually as well. I say this because as I write this, just like that day 11 years ago and that night 29 years ago my body automatically responds betraying me and I become excited, feeling sensations, swelling, and sufficent wetness. My breath quickens, my pulse rises, and I become flushed.
I have no control over such a natural response but still I say to myself over and over. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Side note: Every now and then I will feel a touch or carass on my arm, a very large hand on my back and heear him whisper in my ear... Hello, my beloved little one. I miss you so very much and we will get together again like that night so very long ago. I burn and ache for you. Till then remember, I am always watching and you are MINE!
I look around but no one is there and as much as my husband loved to plat practical jokes on me, it would be impossible. Especially since he's at the foot of the bed and I'm sitting at the head on our laptops.
I've gone to the mirror and looked at my reflection and sometimes, there on my skin are marks. Some are finger printed bruises, others hickey marks. Something I know that my husband has not left and neither have my beloved Demon's or Angel's. I know this because all of them have the first letter of his name marked in them.
This coming April's 13th as well as July's falls on a Friday. I'm not a Superstitious person and these days for me have always been lucky, but as the paranormal activity around me is picking up again (long story as to why it was low). I am concerned. As these days do have special meanings as does the whole month of October (which I normally love, I just feel so alive). The veil is at it's thinnest. I'm sure that I will be seeing HIM again. I just get that odd feeling, especially since these memories just all came crashing down in my mind today.
Which is why I bring this up. After a long silence and not having been able to do what he had been, I know HIM well enough to know that he won't let this stand.
So, I am left wondering. When? Where? How?
By, Alrica Neshama.
(The girl that survived.)
I'm a 39 year old woman and these these two experiences happened at two extremely different times in my life. Yes, they relate so that is why this will be extremely long. The beginning starts when I was 12 years old other than a few short moments here and there it doesn't truly begin to pick up again when until I was 28.
16 years a part and in two completely different states.
I grew up in a mildly suburban area.
Now, I did not grow up your typical child I was partially raised by my grandma and she noticed my oddities, that I was extremely in tune with the spiritual world, even as a very small child. She didn't do what most normal grandma's do and quash it, she taught me to accept, understand, and to take comfort it. To not be afraid and she began teaching me the Occult as I was already well on my way and she knows what's out there. Not a foolish woman she wants me well prepared.
Fast forward now I'm an Occultist and I have been practicing my entire life. I've always not only been sensitive to any Entity, Deity, spirit, etc, everything paranormal around. Also able to see, talk, and hear them, I simply know things at times and I have extremely high spiritual energy and abilities. It runs in my family.
So, I am not your typical girl at 12 years old. I am light years ahead of my peers. I'm smarter, I notice things most girls my age wouldn't even dream of noticing. (Not bragging). This knowledge and forewarning came with a price. The price of my childhood and innocence being ripped away from me when I was 11 years old and my cousin at 16 being the one who ripped it away, but that's another story.
I'm not normally easily scared, weirded out or any of the usual because I'm used to paranormal experiences, to me it's just like any other day.
However, one time it completely evaded all of my spiritual senses. And that is when everything changed.
Three things before I begin.
1. I am not interested in your lectures. Especially the religious ones. I don't want to hear about your rants about how I need to call on god or jesus. I simply want to tell my story in peace.
2. I had not thought about this in such a long time but for some reason, today of all days it just hit me like a ton of bricks. As Today is April, 06, 2018
and lastly....
3. I do not give a fuck if you beleave me or not, but this actually happened.
Late Spring early Summer, of 1990. I was 12. We got new neighbors down the street and they were a nice couple with two very young children their names were (for the sake of anonymity I'll call them John and Pearl) they had the same sames as my friend and her boyfriend and it became a huge running joke which even they thought was cute and funny.
They came over and introduced themselves and my parents were hosting a card game (that shuffled from house to house of the adults every week) they were invited and said they were not sure as they did not have a babysitter for their children (I avoid mentioning genders for their protection), my mother quickly offers me up to babysit I really didn't want to as my friend was coming over that night and we were gonna just hang out in my room, as adults playing cards, drinking, etc just wasn't fun and they were always so loud it made it impossible to watch TV even in the living room.
My mom takes me aside and asks me kindly saying that are new that it would be nice for them to get to know everyone and so I reluctantly agree. The woman asks me if I have any experience which I completely understand. She doesn't know me and wants to make sure her children are safe. I told her that I do that I have babysat many of my cousins from infancy to 10 yrs old been doing it since I was 10.
We talked for a bit and I noticed her husband kind of leering at me and it made me weirded out but being that I just met him I made the conscious choice to ignore it and that gut-dropping feeling in my stomach because we just met, maybe he was just odd.
She and I continued talking for another 15 to 20 min. I know what she's doing, she's sizing me up to make sure that I'm capable (to take care of her kids even if it's only a few hours) as she tells me that her two children are arm full of trouble and I reassure her that I'm more than capable of handling them.
While I'm talking to Pearl my instincts are screaming, that something is off. It's gnawing away at me but I push it aside as I have had enough of discussing my past, even if it was only a year ago. It was still turning my life upside down. I had a nasty attitude, if you wanted something from me you had to bribe me and the bribe better be worth it or you'd see not only my anger but the response to this anger.
I was a nasty piece of work at 12 and I let everyone know it.
John was a good looking guy looked like he had literally walked off a fashion magazine cover, tall dark hair, and penetrating tiger striped hazel eyes that bore right through you. However, within moments clarity seemed to hit him and he'd look at you again with just the typical eyes of a 29-year-old man. I was always used to men blatantly checking me out and being perverted. But this time his eyes were a clear blue, at first I thought to myself your just seeing things get a grip. For once don't think with your paranormal brain, though it was hard to. I lived it every single moment of every single day of my life.
There wasn't a moment that I did not see spirits, entities, Deities, etc. That I did not hear them and speak back.
Who was I kidding? That's my life, so I brushed it aside and carried on. I stopped telling my mom who visited me and who I spoke to by the time I was 6. It scared her and she'd go around for days on end paranoid at every little sound calling my dad at work 20, 30, 60 times a day to come home.
Creepy things never scared me as I was (and still am to this day) very much into horror. However, when John focused on you like he did me his stare made you not only shiver but break out into a cold sweat and stop dead.
I'm talking to Pearl and he's talking to my mom, I noticed that one again he's staring at me, when I glance at him I see those same tiger striped hazel eyes. After that 20 minutes I take off and I go down the hall little ways and hide in the utility room. I listen in and Pearl and John commented how mature I was for my age and how unusual it was. My mom opened her mouth and said, "well, you see Jennison (not my real name) had a different kind of childhood" and my stomach sank.
I knew exactly what she was going to tell them next, what my 16-year-old cousin did to me and I had no interest being around to hear it, I was there, it happened to me and I sure as hell didn't want to relive it. So I took off and left the house heading over to my friends. I get there and simply walk in, I'm practically family there so I'm always welcome. I say hi to Laura who is my friend's mom and pass by her older sisters room who is my age, she was cool but we just didn't really click like Lily and I did (also not their real names). I see her little sister who would run up and hug me then climb all over me.
Being 12 I was already 5'7 so to her I was like a jungle gym. She's perch on my back wrapping her arms around my neck yelling piggyback, piggyback. Being an only child I looked after her as if she were my little sister so I ran around giving her piggyback rides and finally stopping by the couch to let her off and as usual she was latched onto me for dear life and refused to get down. I didn't at all so I headed to Lily's room and she's just hanging out and I sit on her bed and tell her that there's a change of plan's that my mom volunteered me to babysit and since she was staying the night she'd be coming too. She did her usual burped loudly her reply which was a long cool. She is two years younger than me (10).
So we hang out for a little bit and the entire time her little sister is demanding she gets to come too.
To this day I am so grateful that her sister and I both said no, she was only 6 at the time. She got mad stomped off to tell her mom that we were being mean to her. On our way out I explained that we were babysitting and that we could be there till 3am to which she agreed and kept her youngest home.
We go back to my house and hang out. 6pm rolls around and we have 1 hour left before heading off down the street.
I know many would ask why hang out with someone two years younger? That is a world of difference.
Well, you see that 80's and 90's were a very different time. We had a lot in common, liked the same things, thought the same way, we never were into the whole "need to be popular" stigma that seemed to run rampant. We even liked the same music and mentally we were both worlds apart from most people anywhere in our age groups.
6:55pm is here and we get up to head out down the street, we knock and Pearl answers. I introduce her to Lily and told her that we already had plans for her to stay the night she said that was fine let us in and asked us to take our shoes off.
We did and she introduces us to her kids. Two adorable little energy-filled troublemakers. Within moments they latched onto us and we played with them. Seeing as her kids were in good hands she tells us that they'll be back late. Help yourselves to whatever we want in the fridge. Their bedtime is 9pm to which they howled as if the devil himself were on their heels. She said, "ok 9:30 but not a second later". They got up jumping and cheering as if was the loudest party.
She heads to the back door and yells for John and says she's heading over. Then suddenly I got that same feeling as if I'm being stared down like eyes boring into me I turn and look there's John just standing there staring. I notice he's not staring at his kids but at me, I felt a little creeped out and wonder to myself how long as he been standing there staring at me?
He says to me as he glances at his kids, "Hey Jennison can we talk for a minute?
Sure I reply, I get up and follow him to the back door where there is no one except us. He says to me, "they like having this snack before bed but don't tell Pearl she gets mad and I always give it to them. It helps them settle down and they like stories before bed". No problem I say.
He just stands there silently with that same penetrating stare and I ask if there is anything else. He down and leans into me as he is about 6'2 and very muscular. He brushes his chest against mine (I should mention that I developed very early in life, by the time I was 7, I wore a B cup bra and by the time I was 12 it was a C and not only that I had the hips and ass of a woman, not a child. Something I noticed because many older men looked at me like that). I watched him shiver and he felt my breasts brush against his chest and he reaches around me and grabs a flannel shirt and on his arms down descent, he caresses my hip and ass. I froze I look down because I did not want to see that same burning stare and he quickly says oh, I'm sorry in such a gentle tone it surprised me and I looked up and staring back at me was not that same burning stare but one of mischievous boyish charm.
It unnerved because of how fast he changed not just his speech which was usually deep and a little bit of like a whisper even though it was a normal tone but his look as if boyish mischievousness. He just stared and I got a good view of his eyes for the first time, they weren't dark like I had seen earlier they were blue. Which made me even more nervous because when I met him earlier they were hazel, a tiger-striped hazel.
I'm aware of those because my own eyes are hazel and they too often changed colors but I had never met anyone else that had eyes that changed colors. He noticed not only my surprise but the fact I was unnerved and he just smiled. I was pressed up against the washer and had no place to go. Finally, he moves his arm after what seemed like forever and I thought it was over. I went to move but he stopped me and dropped to his knees pinning my legs and I said what the hell are you doing but not loud enough for my friend or his kids to hear. He looks up and me and says in that same mischievous boyish charm "I dropped my shirt, didn't want you to step on it. I look next to me and there on the floor is that same flannel shirt he was reaching for earlier. I was so focused on him I didn't even notice and I thought to myself, when did he drop this? Was it when he was groping me? He reached for it and I went to step over and he grabs my ankles once again keeping me pinned to the washer. He tosses the shirt over his shoulder while keeping a grip on my right ankle and I'm thinking what the hell now?
I am not sure what to do or how to get out of this and since he's facing me he takes his other hand and puts it on my left ankle and my mind is just saying "shit, shit, shit!"
He slowly runs his hands up my legs and his body is following suit in that slow rising motion he reaches me hips and stops. He hears his kids running towards him and he snatches his hands away, if they had gotten there 2 seconds earlier they would have caught him with his hands on my hips.
He hugs his kids, kisses them on the cheek and tells them in his dad stern voice to behave for me and my friend. He sets them down, turns and walks out the door. I'm still standing there because my mind is still playing the whole thing over and I felt that stare again and looked up. He was staring at me again and his eyes were that same tiger striped hazel. Then he leaves, only then am I ab;e to breathe in relief.
The kids drag me into the living room to play, so for everyone else's sake. I put what just happened away, as they are small children and wouldn't understand. Nor would I want them to at their ages. So, we play, watch tv, play board games, the entire time was filled with fun and after a while, I had forgotten.
8:30 pm rolls around and we tell them to go put on their pajamas so they won't have to later. They surprisingly agreed and came back 5 minutes later stating they were hungry and wanted mac and cheese. I made them some and they ate half a package between the two, then their snack, they also wanted soda and their mother said no soda at 8pm. So, we gave them juice and all was fine. At 9:20 we told them that they had to go to bed in 10 minutes, they howled stating they wanted to play with us till mommy and daddy got back. We told them no and they started acting out horribly. So I told them to continue that behavior and no bedtime stories. They stopped dead and said in their adorable chipper little voices, ok. They then said if we lay down 10 minutes early can we get two stories?
I agreed. So we tucked them into bed and read the two stories, at 9:40 pm they were still awake begging for a third story, my friend and I figured why not and read the third story, by the time we were done they were fast asleep. We quietly got up left the room and softly closed the door, not till it clicked as they didn't like it but just enough that you could peep and eye in and see them sleeping. We headed to the living room and turned on the TV and made sure the volume was extremely low, we then sat on the couch and chatted. That was when my friend Lily says, ok now tell me what the weirdness is.
I looked at her and said what weirdness? She says, "c'mon Jennison, don't even try to bullshit me. Remember? We have the same mind." She then says. "why is Paul being all weird with you, I said I have no idea but it's just seriously fucking creepy." She says, "I noticed it the moment Pearl left he was just dead staring you for a good 15 minutes before you turned around" and I said, "seriously? That long? How fucking creepy!"
She then says "ok we need to change the subject I'm creeping my own self the fuck out."
We did and she told me of school as I was in Junior High and she Grade School. She told me "that boys pick on her because she's different and girl hate her." I asked her, "pick on you how?" She said, "one boy tried to kiss me so I punched him in the face," we laughed because it was just so unreal. She asked m,e "what Junior High was like and would she like it," I replied, "hell no". She asked, "why not?" I said, "you might have some of your former classmates but also a lot of new people with idiotic behaviors, budding hormones and full attitude thinking they know everything."
She laughs and is a bit to loud we instantly stop and go check on the kids to make sure we didn't just wake them up. Thank the stars, still asleep. We had back to the couch and talk in softer tones. She said oh, well then I'm light years ahead of them, already got the attitude. We laugh again but make sure to keep quiet. We just chatted on and eventually we both fall asleep. Me sitting up here not too far from me curled up on the couch.
This is where I learned what his tiger-striped hazel eyes meant that his leering had nothing at all to do with him as a person or should I say human? And that what happened to me when I was 11 had fuck all to do with what happened next.
As I'm sitting there asleep I feel my arm moving, I open my eyes and there's Paul standing there leaning a little bit over me and I look down, he has my hand under his hand rubbing his crotch now I'm still mostly asleep and thought I was just dreaming and fall back to sleep.
10 minutes later the phone rings and he picks it up and I'm mostly awake now but I don't want to open my eyes but I do so anyway and I wasn't dreaming. He has my hand rubbing his crotch and I pull it away and he grabs my hand and hold it firmly and places it back on his crotch and rubs. The entire time he's talking on the phone with my dad and I go to speak and he mouths the words "don't even think about it" and I look in his eyes the entire time and I watch them change, they became dark and he's telling my dad that we're asleep and he doesn't have the heart to wake us. His tone is light as if nothing is wrong but he has me literally pinned to the couch with just his stare and he's still rubbing himself with my hand.
I don't know why but I can't speak, it's as if all of the air has been sucked out of the room and I feel weird, my head is fuzzy and when I tried to move I wanted to vomit. He hangs up the phone and just stares at me, then in the next second he's leaning down over me and whispering in my ear. He says quietly in this deep low growl, "when I tell you not to speak or move I meant it and you will do as I say" and the entire time he has his hand wrapped around my throat and is squeezing. By now I am in shock and my body goes numb and he just stares at me while being so close and breathes on me. Then he crushes his lips to mine and forces my mouth open with his tongue with his one hand on my throat and the other between my legs. When I refuse to kiss him back he starts squeezing my throat again and whispers, kiss me back and you better mean it or I'll get upset. Terrified, I respond. He moans in my mouth and the entire time he's rubbing his other hand between my legs and my body is frozen and numb. He pulls away letting go of my throat and grabs my hand and tried to pull me up, I couldn't do it I sink back down and he gets upset and is back in my ear and says "move it and I mean now" I tell him I can't he whispers why and I tell him "my body is numb and won't move."
He drops down to his knees and lovingly massages my legs as if we were longtime lovers and he's helping me. It works and my legs return to normal under his touch but I tried my hardest to continue to fake it but he sees my feet move even though I tried to hide it. He stands up and pulls and my legs follow, he drags me into the bedroom that belongs to him and his wife. I panic knowing that if I don't get out he's going to rape me. He wraps his arms around me and leans down kissing me again and I know that if I don't respond he's going to get angry so I do. This lasts for what seemed like forever, he lays on the bed. Now's my chance I say. I bolt out of the bedroom and run to my friend who is dead asleep on the couch and run to get my shoes. I come back to get her because she isn't moving.
He comes up behind me and catches me, wrapping his arms around me holding me tightly. I struggle and I get free taking a step he grabs me and presses me into him wrapping his arms around me once again using his hands to rub my breasts. This time he holds me stock still I can't move. He whispers if you wanna go, go ahead and go. I turn to look at him and he says, "but know this. What I want to do with you, I'll do with her and I won't be as gentle with her as I will be with you". I freeze dread filling me. He says, "so what's it going to be? You or her?"
That was when I learned the true nature of who he is and the meaning of his tiger-striped hazel eyes.
I'm thinking to myself and I know myself and I know my friend. She already has a hard life with a dad that can be abusive and when he's like that she will spend weeks at my house, she only pretends to be strong but inside, she's terrified. Then there's me. I've already survived one rape. He whispers hurry up or I'm gonna choose for you and forces his hand between my legs. I quietly snap back, I need to think. He says, "you have one minute or I'm choosing and you won't like what I choose to do."
Then he says, "keep this in mind, I will be her living fucking nightmare". Then he's quiet while holding me and touching me all over and my mind is racing.
"Times up" I hear whispered in my ear and then his arms are gone. I look and he's right next to my friend slowly moving back a piece of hair from her face, then he goes to pick her up.
I knew in that instant I had to act and do whatever I needed to protect my friend from harm. I step in between him and her, he looks down at me and smiles. I turn around and away from him and crouch down checking on my friend. "Good, I say to myself still sound asleep." I stand up and he wastes no time and grabs me from behind picking me up and taking me to the bedroom.
We get inside and he puts me down next to the bed and goes back to the door, closes it quietly and locks it.
He then walks over to me and grabs me wrapping his arms around me and kissing me. Then he lets go and pushes me into a sitting position on the bed and grabs my legs and pulls them apart, he then he unzips his pants and pulls them down. He's fully hard and big, he then leans down and whispers to me, "suck it."
I just sit there scared. I didn't want to do this, he says "well what are you waiting for?" I said, "I can't." He then says, "well, I bet your friend will" and makes a move to the door. I say, "no." He stops looks at me and smiles. Knowing he has me fully trapped. I have no other choice but to comply or he's gonna brutalize my friend.
I do as he commands of me until he tires of it then pulls me up and yanks my clothes off me, then shoves me down on the bed. He explores every inch of my body with his hands and mouth until he decides he can stand it no longer.
Still reluctant I hold my legs closed as tight as I can and he's very strong and after about 15 minutes of fighting, he wins and pulls my legs apart.
He enters me and he's big and it hurts, to which I tell him. He didn't stop only slowed down. The entire time as I'm screaming in my mind I'm also chanting over and over, this is to protect Lily, this is to protect Lily, this is to protect Lily. My mind racing the entire time and he commands me to look at him. I do and he tells me to hold him and to push him in me I refuse and he grabs my throat and says, "you will do as I command or I will become your living nightmare". The last ounce of fight I had in me leaves and I do as he commanded and he smiles, kisses me in such a passionate way, then when he pulls back to stare at me I am at a complete loss for words. His tiger-striped hazel eyes are literally fucking glowing and no, not a reflection or caught from a light they are fucking glowing. What's worse is that my own body betrays me enjoying the sensations and I hate myself for it. I know it's a body's natural response but I still fucking hate myself.
This is where everything turns.
The more my body responds to what he is doing the more he is loving it at one point he growls and says "I love the way your body is responding to me" The voice I heard was familiar, I had only heard it a few times in my short life. I said, "who the fuck are you? You're not a Demon, I know Demons and they not only love me, they have protected me all my life." He laughs and says, "but they can't protect you now either." I said, "your not Paul, he says "oh, this worthless human? I just borrowed his body, I needed someone new to get close to you." I asked, "why." He said "because you are too cautious and you are too observant. You know everyone without ever actually meeting them."
I again, asked, "why." He says, "you'll learn in time." I shivered to my core. He loved that feeling I could tell because those eyes of his glowed. I asked him, "what's with the blue eyes, he says oh those? That's Paul surfacing to the front and I allowed it so I could have complete control when I had you and he leans down and whispers, while I'm inside you".
I push at him trying to stop him and he grabs me tighter and I start calling my Demons and two Angels he hears me and says, "they can do nothing for you, you allowed me in to enter you. You gave yourself to me of your own free will" and his eyes glowed brightly and my Demon's as well as my two Angels I felt coming, that energy was gone. I studdered, "h..how? H...how did you do that? I don't know anyone powerful enough to break my call." He smiled and said, "my sweet little girl I am far older and far more powerful than you have ever dealt with before". Now, I'm beyond terrified. I didn't let a human enter my body sexually to save my friend, I let someTHING in.
My stomach coiled, getting tighter and tighter and he felt it and he touched my stomach and rubbed his hand on it. Now, I don't know what this Paul felt like sexually, but I could tell that his body was simply being used. That coil grew so tight my stomach hurt, he noticed and became concerned which confused me. He put his hand back and to my just realizing it, when did he move his hand before? How long ago? Under his touch within seconds, that coiling was gone but cold sweat and dread filled me again. I glance over at the clock and it reads 4am. I'm stunned, I mumble... "4am?" He says "yes and?"
I reply, "but h..how is that possible? You got back shortly before 11:30 pm." He says, "no I got back at 10pm." I replied shakily, "w...what?" He says" I just wanted to spend some time to see you in your natural state" and to which I replied back irritated "and my natural state is sleeping? What the fuck? Creepy much?"
He chuckles and says, "of course,e my sweet girl." I shot back angrily, "don't call me that I am not your sweet girl." He retorts back "but of course you are." He says, "what shall I call you then?" I look at him confused and say, "huh?" He doesn't waste any time and calls another name out to which not just my entire body, my entire being, my entire soul reacts. I felt it He grins and I said, "ok what the fuck is so funny." He says, "no my sweet girl not funny but amazing. You're awake, you've always been awake you just didn't know your own name." I said "of course I know my own fucking name" he replies "no not that mortal name given (and he spat as he said that offended) in this life your real name." I look at him lost not understanding and he grabs a mirror and shows me my face and I say "ok what fucking creepy shit you up to now?" He says, "no my sweet girl just watch." He calls that name again and my body thrums, it feels like drums going off in my soul and as I watch my eyes start changing color, first blue, to gray, to green, then to yellow then white, to red, then settling on black then they go back to my natural hazel color and then they become the same tiger striped as his and then they glow to which he smiles. He says that name again and again and again as they flip colors and the final time they glow just as eerily and brightly as his. I can't speak for the longest time and finally, I managed to whisper out, "what the fuck?"
Now, I always knew that I was different, but at that time I just didn't know how different.
He says, "now my little one you finally understand." I reply back, "I...I...I...I'm not human!" He goes, "truly no you are not." I said, "I always knew I was different, I used to terrify people as a child." He says, "I know" and I reply "but how could you?"
He says, "your body is human but your soul is not. I said well no soul is human he says no little one many souls have human DNA within them, yours does not. Part of your soul comes from where I originate and the rest of you well you always knew where that came from." I say, "yes." Knowing full well what he meant. He smiles the sweetest, kindest, the most loving smile I have seen from him and he caresses my cheek and flashes go through my head, things I dreamed about when I was small, young, and as a preteen that never made any sense to me or anyone. I closed my eyes and without even thinking I called out a name and I opened my eyes to see a new smile from him. One of recognition and his body thrummed then his eyes glowed intensely. He tells me that this was his only opportunity to be here before he had to go back.
I am still lost, confused, and petrified I said "go back where" and he says "to sleep." I didn't understand he said, "I would one day." Everything was upside down and I needed to regain balance so I looked at the clock and it said 6am. Another two hours had passed since all of this began and he whispered: "it's time." He already knows what he's done to my body and my mind and he's pushing for that last phase and my body for the second time my body betrays me and I have an orgasm.
I looked at him shocked at how my body could do that to me and he is pleased with my body's response. He caressed my cheek one last time, kissed me then I felt spasming from him then another minute later he tears himself away from me and takes off to the bathroom.
I lay there curled up for what seemed like forever just a bundle of nerves, shock, a sense of loss and awareness at the same time.
Now, I know most of you won't understand this but a non-human using a human body can cum without making the human cum if they have such power and control.
He did, that's what that first spasm I felt was, the second was the human on the verge of the same thing. He knew.
I being a 12 yr old girl and had already gotten my period it was very easy for me to come pregnant, that was why he tore himself away from me like he did. He comes back and carries me to the shower to shower off. While in the shower I casually ask him "what the hell was that bullshit with my friend?" He replies back, "oh that? Yea I have no interest in her." I said to him "then why the fuck did you threaten her?" He says, "I will use any means necessary to achieve what happened tonight and if that meant threatening your friend, then I will." I said, "you more than fucking threatened her you made a move." He says, "I knew you'd stop me, remember I know everything about you little one." You can tell he's smiling pleased with himself that he got me right where he wanted me.
Agitated, I grab a towel and go back to the bedroom and put my clothes back on he comes up behind me and wraps me in an embrace and he asks me whispering lovingly "I didn't hurt you when I left like that did I? Because if this man's or any man's body gets you pregnant I will do more than just tear them a part as well as their soul." I said I was fine but I was shaking and he holds me and I can't stop shaking. He then whispers two things to me.
"1. I'll always be around, watching you. In one form or another. We have bonded, whatever you do, where ever you go, whom ever you are with, whatever you feel, when ever you sleep, when ever you are awake, I will know and I will find you.
As I am yours and you all that I know and feel from you, you will feel from me.
You cannot escape me, no one can protect you from me. Not even your beloved Demons who love you so.
You are MINE! (with a growling emphasis on the word mine) Now and always.
I shudder.
2. You will see or hear from me again but for now, I have to go."
Then he lets me go.
Scared, lost, angry, confused, frustrated, and exhausted I take off and go wake up my friend. I practically drag her off the couch to which she wakes up and I just say, hurry we gotta get the fuck out of here. She senses the urgency in my voice we grab our shoes and run, when we get outside and we're running she asks me what's wrong. I tell her just the very beginning of when I was sleeping and how he tried to drag me into the bedroom and that I got away. I left the next 6 1/2 hours out. As I still didn't know how to process it myself.
I made her swear to NEVER utter any of this to anyone.
I never told a living soul the entire details of this experience, it was always varied.
Sure you can think I'm making it all up or that I'm completely insane, some days I think that myself. But the various things that I have experienced from then on confirmed... No not confirmed, cemented that experience.
11 years ago. Early Winter of 2008
I'm on AOL in a chatroom, yes it sill exists. And I met a guy, he's nice but I'm not interested I've been happily married for awhile and I love my husband but I kept feeling gravitated to this guy, I didn't know why. We chatted, we texted nothing major but as time went on strange things started happening. I'd get texts or instant messages in all capital letters. It was so weird but I knew who it was, it was a Deity and she started telling me things about this guy, then he'd snap back too thinking I had stopped responding as on his side, he said the messages were blanks. I told him he was full of shit, he send me screenshots and I compared my messenger to his screenshots of when he last spoke till we spoke again.
It was ALL BLANK.
Then, one time while we were chatting as we were only friends we are both married, happily. All caps text came in my messenger.
"MISS ME LITTLE ONE?"
I froze!
Only one soul called me that, HIM!
I will never say his name aloud or even have it written because it will call him.
I replied, "YOU?!"
"Why are you here", he responds "I MISS MY LITTLE ONE."
I told him to go away to which he became angry and hurt. He replies, "I KNOW WHAT'S IN YOUR HEART LITTLE ONE AND AS I TOLD YOU, YOU ARE MINE! I KNOW ALL AND YOU CANNOT ESCAPE ME!"
Then that Deity cuts in and tells me that I NEED to calm him down to which I do.
This went on and off for 2 years.
Finally, I break contact with the guy and I have not spoken to him since.
All was quiet for two years. Then one day in Autumn, October to be specific in 2010. I'm out by myself and I notice the guy. He's massive compared to me, I'm 5'10 and he's about 6'7 6'8. He has blonde hair and very blue eyes. It's just something I'm not used to seeing and he just smiles and honestly? I'm so busy with life I think nothing of it. I carry on and I go to my car about to get in and this same massive hulking guy comes up behind me and grabs me embracing me. I try to get loose but he just crushes me to him. His arms are massive and I am freaking out he bends down and whispers in my ear, I have missed you my little one. I froze! I turn my head and I'm met with those very same tiger striped hazel eyes. I'm a statue and he smiles saying, I told you. You are MINE! You can never escape and no one can protect you from me, not even your precious Demon's and Angel's.
Then he freezes. He had never done that before, "Fuck I muttered, he noticed." He becomes angry, not violent a possessively jealous angry. He says, "you DARE??!!"
It's my turn to smile. I say. "a lot has changed and I have grown not just physically but spiritually and yes I DARE!!"
He says, "y...y...yo....YOU BONDED WITH THEM? ALL 5 OF THEM?"
He got angrier because he knew what this kind of bond meant, that it can never be broken only strengthened and that yes, sex is part of this particular bonding ritual.
He became possessively and jealously enraged and a tree at the end of the parking lot groaned. I felt it die as he raged at this. It was so loud that normal people were looking at the tree and watched it wither, they became frightened and ran. I wasn't scared, I was Angry!
I told him, "you fix it and you fix it NOW!"
Since it was his magick that did it only he could fix it and I started lashing out at him. He fixed it and then he just held me. What made me even angrier was that for a 3rd time my own body betrayed me, again. I felt it, I burned and ached for him and he knew which I could tell by the smile on his face, the glow in his eyes and feel the response to just how much he enjoyed knowing it stabbing me in my lower back but he just held me.
After what seemed like forever he put me down. Before I could move he put something around my neck, all I saw before it disappeared was a black and red stone. He then wrapped his arms around me again and said, "I told you my beloved little one. You are MINE!" And he growled the word mine and I see the stone react to the words "my beloved little one, you are MINE), glow (as if to empower and bind it) then fade.
He holds me tightly and he says even though we bonded we did not finish that night because I had bolted before he could finish the ritual by putting that stone on me and now 16 years later, he completed it.
I am as bonded to him as I am my Beloved Demon's and my two Beloved Angel's.
After that, he no longer needs a body to visit me, he can come in spirit form or in a psychical body, no matter what barrier I put up he can get in and he does.
My beloved Demon's and two Angel's protect me but they also know that what he did no power can stop him not even my Life Mate whom is one of those Angel's that I bonded with in my original life that is here on Earth.
Every now and then some random stranger with that all to well known non-human voice will say to me, "Hello my beloved little one. I miss you so".
I will turn and look only to be met with those very same tiger striped hazel eyes. It's only for a few minutes.
But at the same time I will notice the glow coming from under my shirt and when I pull to look it's gone but... It's still there.
Most of you will not know or get it. It's a spiritual item not a physical one. I already wear 5 from my beloved Demon's and Angel's of various colors.
His makes number 6 and they can never be removed.
And it reminds me.
That... Deep down. I know.
There is NO ESCAPING HIM!
Not just mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually, but sexually as well. I say this because as I write this, just like that day 11 years ago and that night 29 years ago my body automatically responds betraying me and I become excited, feeling sensations, swelling, and sufficent wetness. My breath quickens, my pulse rises, and I become flushed.
I have no control over such a natural response but still I say to myself over and over. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Side note: Every now and then I will feel a touch or carass on my arm, a very large hand on my back and heear him whisper in my ear... Hello, my beloved little one. I miss you so very much and we will get together again like that night so very long ago. I burn and ache for you. Till then remember, I am always watching and you are MINE!
I look around but no one is there and as much as my husband loved to plat practical jokes on me, it would be impossible. Especially since he's at the foot of the bed and I'm sitting at the head on our laptops.
I've gone to the mirror and looked at my reflection and sometimes, there on my skin are marks. Some are finger printed bruises, others hickey marks. Something I know that my husband has not left and neither have my beloved Demon's or Angel's. I know this because all of them have the first letter of his name marked in them.
This coming April's 13th as well as July's falls on a Friday. I'm not a Superstitious person and these days for me have always been lucky, but as the paranormal activity around me is picking up again (long story as to why it was low). I am concerned. As these days do have special meanings as does the whole month of October (which I normally love, I just feel so alive). The veil is at it's thinnest. I'm sure that I will be seeing HIM again. I just get that odd feeling, especially since these memories just all came crashing down in my mind today.
Which is why I bring this up. After a long silence and not having been able to do what he had been, I know HIM well enough to know that he won't let this stand.
So, I am left wondering. When? Where? How?
By, Alrica Neshama.
(The girl that survived.)
Psycho Neighbor
To give some back round information, I'm a 39 year old woman and this story takes place back in 2009 so I was 28 at the time my husband 27. We moved to a new apartment to get away from our pravious place that was constantlr and ridiculousy hiking the rent and the constant ins and outs of new neighbors around us that were loud, filty, bringing in bugs, etc.
In the Summer of 2009 after months of searching we find a place drive across town and check it out, we like it and explain that due to my bad knees and bad health that I needed ground floor, the lady writes it on our application.
Another month passes and we still had not heard anything and I'm getting agitated because paying nealy $600 for a one bedroom apartment in the part of the city we are in is a bit excessive.
Long story short, we had a confusing start but we managed to get in and we called one of his brothers to help us move. We get settled in, but it wasn't on the ground floor. It was a second story apartment. I'm annoyed but make due.
We aren't there 2 whole months and as we are the type that stays up extremely late. Usually till 6-8 am. It's 4 am in the morning when we start hearing banging from below, it's on our flooring. At first we hear about 60 loud bangs and then it stops, only for it to start again. This time is 6 loud sharp bangs, stops and does it again about 4 minutes later. This goes on for an hour. At 5 am my husband takes our dog out for a walk and 9 minutes later I hear banging on te door. I look through the peephole and see a man, he's about my height (5'10) maybe an inch taller. I say through the door, "how can I help you?"
He replies, "I'm your down stairs neighbor we need to talk."
We've seen him before going in and out of the apartment below us so I know he's telling the truth. I open the door and he immediatly starts yelling at me about us being up late and walking around. I apologize and tell him "that we are new to living above someone and we didn't realize that our walking was so loud."
He then proceeds to threaten me saying, "I'll have you thrown out."
I ask him, "do you own the place?"
He says, "no."
Then I reply, "then you can't kick us out."
He says, "I'll report you."
By now I'm annoyed at being yelled at and retort, "go the fuck ahead."
The entire time he's standing there with his hands on his hips, hid pinky on his right hand tapping. He turns slightly making sure I see what he's tapping. It's the butt of his gun.
Normally many would be scared, not me I'm pissed off that I'm being passively-aggressively threatened. So, I lean forward on the foor frame and take hold of the machette handle as he continues to spew his diatribe of threats.
What pissed me off even more was that he purposely waited for my husband and our dog to leave, thinking I'm alone so I must be easy prey to scare, because I'm a woman. He found out wrong when I stood my grownd and didn't let his verbal abuse and passive-aggressive threats scare me.
After about 50 minutes of us going back and forth he leaves and 10 minutes later my husband and dog return. After that weirdo left, I locked the door. I hear knocking and look at to see it's my husband and our dog, I open up and let them in. He asks why the door is locked and I tell him. He gets angry and wants to go down stairs to confront him, then he thinks about it and realizes there's no point. So he locks the door and he sits with me for awhile as I am so angry and want to go stab him. After awhile I calm down and we decide to head to bed. We double check the door.
We wake up at 1 pm. I go out to the kitchen and make his lunch, we get ready to leave and open the door. There stuck to our door by a piece of tape is a letter from the apartment. He reported us as having trash all over and we look down and there's trash everywhere. We're not the kind to leave trash out like that. We are very careful to tie it up and take it to the dumpster.
What's odd is that it's our trash, we recognize it and we knew. He went into the trash and grabbed out bag bringing it back, tearing it open and dumping it everywhere around our door and down the stairs.
Then it dawns on me. How did he know which bad exactly is ours? We use the generic black bags. He's watching us.
This continues on for weeks. Different bullshit reports and each time after dropping my husband off at work, I tell them that it's not us. It's our neighbor. Once I report that, they said they'd talk with him. The behavior and reports stop.
We think, finally it's over. We couldn't have been more wrong.
We get up one day and we head out and one of our tires is flat. We didn't have a spare so my husband had to fall off from work. We called a tow truck and $60 dollers later, we've got a ride. Another $60 for the tire. The guy tells us that our tire has been stabbed and sliced on it's side. Impossible to repair. We get back and head in for the day.
We wake up the next day, all is fine and I take him to work then pick him up. We wait and see what happens the following day, all is fine.
We get to Friday, we wake up and head out. Two flat tires and another missed day of work and another $150 used on a tow and tires.
By now we're annoyed and we call the police and they ask us, "do you have proof?"
"No!" but we know it's him.
"Unless you have proof there's nothing we can do." *click*
"He hung up", I say to my husband.
Days go by and nothing, the tires are fine. A week and still nothing.
Then on some random Monday we wake up, all 4 tired are flat. $280 dolls less and we're on the way home. We park in our spot bring our groceries and then make a decision. We take our vehicle and park it 1 mile away, because we can't afford this.
So for weeks on end that's what we do, park long enough to being our groceries in and put them away, head out to park that 1 mile away and walk back. My husband refuses to let me walk back alone as this guy is fucking nuts. But I have to make this trek to our small SUV every night at 10:30 pm to go pick him up.
One night on my walk, I'm walking along and I see a black truck.
"FUCK!", I say, "It's him."
I stay alert and continue. He drives by without even a look, thinking the danger had passed I relax a little.
It wasn't even 5 minutes later when I hear a racing engine come up behind me, no lights and he isn't stopping. I throw myself towards the gate hitting it and then the ground as he races passed me in the spot I was just walking.
I just sit there for a minute trying to catch my breathe, then I get up, knees groaning in protest and I carry on. There's a break in the gate and I hear his engine again. I quickly move inside and hide behind the trees he drives past slowly looking for me swinging his head all around. I wait till he passes then use an alternate direction to get to our SUV.
Once there, I get in and lock the doors. I just sit there trying to collect myself as I'm still shaking from anger and fear. After about 40 minutes I start our vehicle and drive off. I get to my husbands work and he's waiting, I had not realized it but it's after 11:30 which is usually when he gets off work. At first he's upset and lectures me on being late until he sees what a mess I am. Then he gets this really worrked look and says, "what the hell happened?"
I tell him and he's pissed off. We get back to the apartment complex and make that 1 mile trek. We get in and tells me to strip as he wants to check out all my scapes and cuts.
Which my body is covered in. He tells me to go shower and after he'll take care of them which he does. We stay up as now I can't sleep. Around 6am comes and he says, "let's try and get some sleep."
We go to bed and all is fine. We make that 1 mile trek. As I'm dropping him off he says, "don't park over there anymore, park in the lot across from ours."
"Ok.", I tell him.
I get back and park in the other lot which is no more than 60 ft from our apartment. I am constantly checking my surroundings and all is fine.
That night I head out and make my way and he's nowhere in sight.
Weeks go by and we start to just breathe. Then we go out to our vehicle and not only are all 4 tires flat but our back bumper looks like someone jumped on it trying to knock it off. It was badly dented. Now, we're pissed. We go back inside and he calls his boss as I'm calling the insurance company. We get a rental and it takes them weeks to pick up the car and it nearly gets towed. We go to the office and explain, they remove the tow order.
We parked in another parking lot with the rental as we can't afford to have it damaged, after a week. We're tired of it all and park in our spot. Nothing ever happened to the rental.
During the weekend my husband finds this Taz stuffed animal and we put him on the balcony and run wires from him to the inside. Eventually we get our SUV back and park in our spot. We then takes about 40 pieces of paper and write in different colord marker stating that we can see them as they are on security camera. The trick worked, no more issues.
The following payday, we're out at a store and we see a security system on sale. Two cameras and a little monitor on sale for $80. We buy it and we install it on the balcony pointing the camera at our car in plain view. We put a clear plastic cup over it and screw it in place to protect it from the weather.
Again, no more problems.
Now, I know your going to ask, "why didn't we call the police?"
we did multiple times and only once did they send a car out but they refused to do a fucking thing.
One night we're hanging out on the balcony and up he walks with this young guy they are taking what looks like DJ equipment inside. He talks to us and he's friendly, as if nothing ever happened.
We're both at a loss for his behavior and two months later, he moves out and into another complex several buildings down. I know because I saw his truck driving passed one day.
Nothing happens after that and we never hear from him again.
By, Alrica Neshama.
(The girl that survived.)
In the Summer of 2009 after months of searching we find a place drive across town and check it out, we like it and explain that due to my bad knees and bad health that I needed ground floor, the lady writes it on our application.
Another month passes and we still had not heard anything and I'm getting agitated because paying nealy $600 for a one bedroom apartment in the part of the city we are in is a bit excessive.
Long story short, we had a confusing start but we managed to get in and we called one of his brothers to help us move. We get settled in, but it wasn't on the ground floor. It was a second story apartment. I'm annoyed but make due.
We aren't there 2 whole months and as we are the type that stays up extremely late. Usually till 6-8 am. It's 4 am in the morning when we start hearing banging from below, it's on our flooring. At first we hear about 60 loud bangs and then it stops, only for it to start again. This time is 6 loud sharp bangs, stops and does it again about 4 minutes later. This goes on for an hour. At 5 am my husband takes our dog out for a walk and 9 minutes later I hear banging on te door. I look through the peephole and see a man, he's about my height (5'10) maybe an inch taller. I say through the door, "how can I help you?"
He replies, "I'm your down stairs neighbor we need to talk."
We've seen him before going in and out of the apartment below us so I know he's telling the truth. I open the door and he immediatly starts yelling at me about us being up late and walking around. I apologize and tell him "that we are new to living above someone and we didn't realize that our walking was so loud."
He then proceeds to threaten me saying, "I'll have you thrown out."
I ask him, "do you own the place?"
He says, "no."
Then I reply, "then you can't kick us out."
He says, "I'll report you."
By now I'm annoyed at being yelled at and retort, "go the fuck ahead."
The entire time he's standing there with his hands on his hips, hid pinky on his right hand tapping. He turns slightly making sure I see what he's tapping. It's the butt of his gun.
Normally many would be scared, not me I'm pissed off that I'm being passively-aggressively threatened. So, I lean forward on the foor frame and take hold of the machette handle as he continues to spew his diatribe of threats.
What pissed me off even more was that he purposely waited for my husband and our dog to leave, thinking I'm alone so I must be easy prey to scare, because I'm a woman. He found out wrong when I stood my grownd and didn't let his verbal abuse and passive-aggressive threats scare me.
After about 50 minutes of us going back and forth he leaves and 10 minutes later my husband and dog return. After that weirdo left, I locked the door. I hear knocking and look at to see it's my husband and our dog, I open up and let them in. He asks why the door is locked and I tell him. He gets angry and wants to go down stairs to confront him, then he thinks about it and realizes there's no point. So he locks the door and he sits with me for awhile as I am so angry and want to go stab him. After awhile I calm down and we decide to head to bed. We double check the door.
We wake up at 1 pm. I go out to the kitchen and make his lunch, we get ready to leave and open the door. There stuck to our door by a piece of tape is a letter from the apartment. He reported us as having trash all over and we look down and there's trash everywhere. We're not the kind to leave trash out like that. We are very careful to tie it up and take it to the dumpster.
What's odd is that it's our trash, we recognize it and we knew. He went into the trash and grabbed out bag bringing it back, tearing it open and dumping it everywhere around our door and down the stairs.
Then it dawns on me. How did he know which bad exactly is ours? We use the generic black bags. He's watching us.
This continues on for weeks. Different bullshit reports and each time after dropping my husband off at work, I tell them that it's not us. It's our neighbor. Once I report that, they said they'd talk with him. The behavior and reports stop.
We think, finally it's over. We couldn't have been more wrong.
We get up one day and we head out and one of our tires is flat. We didn't have a spare so my husband had to fall off from work. We called a tow truck and $60 dollers later, we've got a ride. Another $60 for the tire. The guy tells us that our tire has been stabbed and sliced on it's side. Impossible to repair. We get back and head in for the day.
We wake up the next day, all is fine and I take him to work then pick him up. We wait and see what happens the following day, all is fine.
We get to Friday, we wake up and head out. Two flat tires and another missed day of work and another $150 used on a tow and tires.
By now we're annoyed and we call the police and they ask us, "do you have proof?"
"No!" but we know it's him.
"Unless you have proof there's nothing we can do." *click*
"He hung up", I say to my husband.
Days go by and nothing, the tires are fine. A week and still nothing.
Then on some random Monday we wake up, all 4 tired are flat. $280 dolls less and we're on the way home. We park in our spot bring our groceries and then make a decision. We take our vehicle and park it 1 mile away, because we can't afford this.
So for weeks on end that's what we do, park long enough to being our groceries in and put them away, head out to park that 1 mile away and walk back. My husband refuses to let me walk back alone as this guy is fucking nuts. But I have to make this trek to our small SUV every night at 10:30 pm to go pick him up.
One night on my walk, I'm walking along and I see a black truck.
"FUCK!", I say, "It's him."
I stay alert and continue. He drives by without even a look, thinking the danger had passed I relax a little.
It wasn't even 5 minutes later when I hear a racing engine come up behind me, no lights and he isn't stopping. I throw myself towards the gate hitting it and then the ground as he races passed me in the spot I was just walking.
I just sit there for a minute trying to catch my breathe, then I get up, knees groaning in protest and I carry on. There's a break in the gate and I hear his engine again. I quickly move inside and hide behind the trees he drives past slowly looking for me swinging his head all around. I wait till he passes then use an alternate direction to get to our SUV.
Once there, I get in and lock the doors. I just sit there trying to collect myself as I'm still shaking from anger and fear. After about 40 minutes I start our vehicle and drive off. I get to my husbands work and he's waiting, I had not realized it but it's after 11:30 which is usually when he gets off work. At first he's upset and lectures me on being late until he sees what a mess I am. Then he gets this really worrked look and says, "what the hell happened?"
I tell him and he's pissed off. We get back to the apartment complex and make that 1 mile trek. We get in and tells me to strip as he wants to check out all my scapes and cuts.
Which my body is covered in. He tells me to go shower and after he'll take care of them which he does. We stay up as now I can't sleep. Around 6am comes and he says, "let's try and get some sleep."
We go to bed and all is fine. We make that 1 mile trek. As I'm dropping him off he says, "don't park over there anymore, park in the lot across from ours."
"Ok.", I tell him.
I get back and park in the other lot which is no more than 60 ft from our apartment. I am constantly checking my surroundings and all is fine.
That night I head out and make my way and he's nowhere in sight.
Weeks go by and we start to just breathe. Then we go out to our vehicle and not only are all 4 tires flat but our back bumper looks like someone jumped on it trying to knock it off. It was badly dented. Now, we're pissed. We go back inside and he calls his boss as I'm calling the insurance company. We get a rental and it takes them weeks to pick up the car and it nearly gets towed. We go to the office and explain, they remove the tow order.
We parked in another parking lot with the rental as we can't afford to have it damaged, after a week. We're tired of it all and park in our spot. Nothing ever happened to the rental.
During the weekend my husband finds this Taz stuffed animal and we put him on the balcony and run wires from him to the inside. Eventually we get our SUV back and park in our spot. We then takes about 40 pieces of paper and write in different colord marker stating that we can see them as they are on security camera. The trick worked, no more issues.
The following payday, we're out at a store and we see a security system on sale. Two cameras and a little monitor on sale for $80. We buy it and we install it on the balcony pointing the camera at our car in plain view. We put a clear plastic cup over it and screw it in place to protect it from the weather.
Again, no more problems.
Now, I know your going to ask, "why didn't we call the police?"
we did multiple times and only once did they send a car out but they refused to do a fucking thing.
One night we're hanging out on the balcony and up he walks with this young guy they are taking what looks like DJ equipment inside. He talks to us and he's friendly, as if nothing ever happened.
We're both at a loss for his behavior and two months later, he moves out and into another complex several buildings down. I know because I saw his truck driving passed one day.
Nothing happens after that and we never hear from him again.
By, Alrica Neshama.
(The girl that survived.)
The Creepy Neighbor and the Spirit World.
I wish this were nothing more than a tall tale that I'm about to tell you, but until you experience it for yourself, you just don't know. I wouldn't wish this experience on anyone.
Believe it or don't but it really happened to me. It's a long story, so buckle up and hold onto yourselves.
To share some background information.
I'm a 39-year-old woman and this experience takes place back when I was just 12 yrs old.
I grew up in a mildly suburban area.
However, we had our own issues. Two small rival gangs and their rivalry with the two gangs that came from the city looking for them. As these two smaller gangs were mostly preteens and teenagers but they were series. I knew some of the members from both of these smaller gangs as we were friends and attended the same Junior High.
Late Summer early Autumn of 1990 and I'm out one day and wearing two of my favorite colors black and red. I'm heading to my friend's house a car comes speeding around the corner only to slam on the breaks and back up. The car is full of guys and they are wearing blue and silver, I know who they are. One of the major gangs from the city, the guy in the driver's seat yells out "Hey, you" I pretend not to notice because I want nothing to do with this shit. He says again, "yo, girl" Finally I stop, look, and say what? What do you want? He replies, "you one of them girls from such and such gang?"
I reply, "fuck no I want nothing to do with that shit. Leave me the fuck out of your wars.
He replies back, "you've got a mouth on you. Maybe we need to shut it." Next thing I know a guy in the back seat points an automatic gun at me.
Now, I'm annoyed and deadpan look into his face and say, "well? what the fuck are you waiting for? I don't have all fucking day"
Taken back he says, "you've got to be a gang girl if you aren't afraid"
I shot back, "look dumbass, I told you. Not a gang girl. Ever think that I'm not afraid because none of you simply fucking scare me? To me, compared to the fucked up shit I deal with on a daily basis from the spirit world, you are fucking child's play"
He says, "but your wearing their colors"
I retorted, "uh, dumbass. These are my two favorite fucking colors. I'm not in any damn gang and have no interest"
He says, "well, never wear" and before he can finish I snap back, "go fuck yourself. You do not tell me what the fuck I can and cannot wear. Which includes colors."
They laugh and he says, "I like you, you've got balls bigger than any fucking gangbanger I know." He signals and the guy in the back puts the gun down.
He then says, "your cool with us, then says have a good day" Then they drive off.
I continued on my way to my friend's house.
This has nothing to do with the experience that happened but it gives you some context of who I was as a young teen and even now as an adult. That I am not easily scared or creeped out by anything and that what I'm about to tell you is truly fucked up and that to this day it still creeps me the fuck out.
Now, onto the experience in which I call, "The Creepy Neighbor and The Spirit World"
For the first time, my parents are letting me stay home by myself for an extra long weekend. They are leaving Thursday midday and won't be back till Monday. It had been 6 months since I finally first received my very own key to the house. Rules are always, female friends only. No boys unless they are family.
I get home and my parents are gone, they leave me $200 for the entire time to buy whatever I need or want, food and drink related. NO beer! I drop my school stuff and head over to my friend's house to hang out and maybe see if she wants to spend the entire time staying with me. I'm not afraid to be alone, but I figured she could use a break from her own family.
We hang out for awhile but no, she cannot stay. As they are going away the entire time themselves to visit other family members. The time comes they are leaving, we say our goodbyes and I head home. I've got the entire place to myself, but here's the thing. My house? It's very haunted. Ghosts, ghouls, portals, the dead. My house is well known for all this crazy shit and it scares people to death. Me? I'm used to it.
A week ago, we got a new neighbor. He's really weird, so I always rush by his house as it gives off a really creepy vibe and whenever he sees me, he always stops me to talk.
I'm rushing by and I hear, "Hey, Jennison (not my real name)! Jennison! "Fuck he sees me I think" Stop and turn, "Oh, hi Mr. Thompson (not his real name). He stops and smiles, then says in his playful tone, "What have I said, Mr. Thompson is my father, I'm Nick, call me Nick. Please?"
"Ok...(Pause) Nick"
He smiles but, that smile never reached his eyes and it always made me feel that there is something under it.
He asks me about school, friends, then boys. Which it always felt as if he was hinting at something more.
I should add that Nick is in his mid 30's, tall like about 6'2 dark hair and eyes, well built, a scar on his face that according to him he got as a "stupid teen trying to be a badass" Sounds logical, but the way he dressed. It's as if he had not surpassed his 20's.
Anyway, he would get really detailed with me about boys, that I shouldn't have sex, to save it for the man I marry or the "right man" and I'd always reply, "and the right man would be?" He'd laugh, lean in and say "I could be that right man." Then laugh to play it off, but the way he stared, said he meant it.
I made me feel weird because here's this new person that I barely know. He's been here all of 7 days and already making weird ass comments like that. When he says shit like that, I know it's time to go. I tell him that I gotta run and I walk only a few feet before he says, "so your parents are gone until Monday. So nice to have the place to yourself huh?" I freeze and think to myself, "goddamnit can't you for fucking once, not tell the entire fucking neighborhood that your 12-year-old daughter will be completely alone for nearly a week".
I turn, smile and say, "I'll have friends over, so I won't be alone".
"Oh", he says.
Then I leave and go inside. Locking all the doors, I'm no dumbass.
I do my usual, watch tv, listen to music. The regular teen things. It gets late, it's about midnight and our street does have street lamps but the lights are so shitty that they don't illuminate very well. I'm watching tv and I hear tapping. I roll my eyes as I'm used to this by now and say, I'm tired and in no mood for your shit, either come out and talk or fuck off"
Silence!
Then I say, "whatever" and continue watching tv.
I'm used to all this so, a spirit or anything else tapping, scratching, etc. It's not new to me.
Around 2 am I fall asleep on the couch with the TV on, by 4 am I'm awoken to more sounds and I shout, "knock it the fuck off I'm trying to sleep, disturb me again and I'm gonna shove my boot up your transparent ass".
Silence!
"Thank you," I say and go back to sleep.
I wake up and it's Friday, I get up, get my stuff together and go to school, midway through and I'm bored as hell, so I ask the teacher if I can leave. He gives me a slip and I head to the office. I tell them I don't feel well and want to go home, she asks if I'm ok? Do I need a ride?
"I have a migraine and I just want to go home and lay down".
She tells me to hang on and goes to the principal's office, which is in the same area as her's. She returns 15 minutes later with a signed excuse note. She hands it to me with another slip. She says you need to go to your teacher's before you leave and get your homework assignments".
"Sure, I can do that, I reply".
I leave and do just that.
On my walk home, it's the usual. I'm used to older guys shouting out to me, "hey, baby wanna go party?"
I always reply, "pass".
I'm always followed, which isn't new, so I'm never afraid as they never do anything other than follow and talk to me.
Normally, they follow me till I reach a certain set of houses and the see the group of older guys hanging out outside, drinking and watching what's going on.
These guys though are gonna follow me right to my door until I hear them shout out, "Jennison! What are you doing home? Take your cute ass back to school." I head over and tell them I left early because I had a migraine. "Ah, I see" comes the reply.
The van is still on my street and they stop, they are watching me and Raimund says, "what the fuck is with that van? Why are those fucking creeps following you?"
I reply, "you know how it is?"
He says, "Oh, fuck no! Not my girl." Next thing I know 25 people are chasing those guys off.
Raimund has always been in love with me, but he's 27 yrs old and he knows better, as I'm only 12. However, anyone ever tried anything with me and they'd be met with him, his family, their friends. He was a serious guy, so I knew that I was well protected.
The guys see this and take off, it's the last time I ever see that van come down my street again.
They come back and Raimund hugs me saying, "no one will ever mess with my girl" I hug him and thank him.
We all sit and chat for awhile, the rest of the neighbors hate that family and always tell me to stay away. But, to me? They are nothing but nice and very protective. So, I ignore the neighbors.
They ask me what I think of my new neighbor, "I tell them he's creepy and creeps me out."
Raimund, raises an eyebrow and asks, "how so?"
I tell him what the guy has said to me multiple times about sex, marriage, the right man, and then how he says, "he could be the right man" then laughs.
Raimund makes this sound and says, "what a fucking weirdo."
Then he says, "I'm walking you home, I don't like what he says."
I say, "cool with me."
We walk and there's Nick, he comes rushing to his gate, then sees Raimund and stops dead. He's staring at us and says to Raimund, "who the fuck are you and why are you with her?"
Raimund, retorts, "none of your fucking business."
Nick looks at me and says, "Jennison, who the fuck is this guy and I don't like that he's with you. Is he your boyfriend?"
Before I can say a word, Raimund replies, "Yes, I am her boyfriend what the fuck of it? And while we're on the subject, don't you ever tell my girl that you're the right man for her ever again. Otherwise, I'll fucking crack your skull wide open."
We walk off and Nick is seething and storms inside his house slamming the door.
We get to my porch, we sit and talk for a few and I look over and grab Raimund's arm and point. I said "look" he looks and I say again, "he told me he doesn't have a daughter, so who the fuck is that?"
We both see a young girl in the backyard, she has long dark hair, jeans, t-shirt and is just wandering the backyard.
Raimund asks, "is this your first time seeing her?"
I tell him, "no, I've seen her off and on all week."
He replies, "me too, weird."
He hugs me again and waits till I'm inside, he knocks on the window and I open it. He says, "let me hear the lock turn so I know you're safe."
I turn the lock and it clicks.
He smiles, blows me a kiss, tells me to shut the window and to stay safe.
I tell him ok, close the window and wave.
I drop my backpack off in my bedroom and go to the family room couch. I lay down as I really did have a migraine. I just wanted to relax but I fell asleep. I wake up and it's 7 pm.
I don't know why, but it feels creepy. So, I call my aunt and ask if Iacobus can come over?
He's 17 and a well-built guy, blonde hair, green eyes and tough. I always felt better when he was around. Thankfully he was free and loved the idea, as it had been forever since he visited last.
About an hour later, Iacobus is knocking on the back door. (As everyone knows, that the living room is rarely used. Even though it's fully set up.
I let him in and lock the door. We hug and he asks, what's up. Told him about the neighbor and that I just felt creeped out. He hugs me again and we head to the family room. Told him he could use the other couch in the family room, we had two as even though I'm an only child our house was always full of kids.
We're watching TV and I get an idea, as directly across from me is this huge glass sliding door and I had just remembered that my dad told me the lock was broken and we couldn't afford to get it fixed. That instead, he got heavy-duty pieces of metal in various sizes. I grab them and jam them in and left it open, it was enough for a small child to fit through, nothing more. As it was Summer and hot as hell. The AC was acting up, again and my dad would have to fix it when they got back.
We order a pizza and wait. We left a note on the front screen door as it was so hot in the front of the house and the windows wouldn't have given much air. About 45 min later, the pizza boy knocks, we pay and take it to the living room. We eat and watch TV.
Somewhere along the way, we fell asleep. At around 1 am we're woken up with sounds of knocking and scratching. We look at each other and I say, "Fuck off I am not up for your shit tonight."
Iacobus looks at me and says, "This house really is haunted?"
I tell him, "of course. We also have several spirit portals upstairs."
He asks, "how the hell do you stand it? Not only seeing them but hearing and communicating with them?"
I reply, "I'm so used to it that it doesn't bother me."
Then he goes deadly pale and I ask him what's up?
He says shakily and studdering, "t..t..there's a face in the w..w..window."
I ask where and he points at the window above me. I look and there's nothing there. I go over and comfort him. After he calms down and color returns to his, I get angry and shout, "you fuckers better knock your shit the fuck off or so help me I'll lock your transparent ass in that fucking barn."
Iacobus looks at me and says, you have no barn.
That's when I tell him, not now but about a 100 years ago this property had a barn, his eyes go wide and he says how do you know?
That's when I tell him the history of the property. That, we did some digging into the property and that back 100 years ago that the property was massive and had a barn, that there was a couple here and they had a very young child of about 2 yrs old and they couldn't stand his constant crying, so they locked him up in the barn at night, he was on the second floor. He says, "how awful and why? Wouldn't the child have frozen to death?"
I reply, "no, it was properly heated."
He asks, "what happened?"
I told him, "the child wanted his mother and tried coming downstairs, as he was barely two and not well looked after, he couldn't go up and down stairs. He fell down the stairs and died."
He shuddered and sais, "Oh, that's fucking creepy as hell."
He then says, "what would that do to them and how could you? They are spirits."
I reply, "I keep a crystal grid where the barn used to be and when I'm tired of their shit, I lock them in the grid until they stop their shit."
He says, "damn, you are a complete badass. I'd be terrified that they'd be angry at me."
I reply, "oh, I don't give a shit if they are angry. They know me and know that I am not playing."
Dead Silence!
He says, "it worked."
I reply, "of course, they hate the barn and know that if they want to remain in my company to not annoy me."
We started watching TV again and all is quiet.
So, Iacobus throwing up takes me by surprise. I rush over and ask him is he ok, what's up?
He says, "T...th...that face again and he practically screams it. I look and this time I see this horrible face and I just freeze for a minute. Then it vanishes. I can only think spirit as you need a ladder to get up that high.
Then I get angry and start to head for the back door. I grab the knob to unlock it and I'm pushed back, I fall on my ass and look up. I'm met by that same young girl I saw in the neighbor's yard earlier.
I ask her, "how the fuck did you get in here?"
She looks at me startled and says, "Y...y...you can see me?"
I reply, "of course I can see you."
She says, "b...but how?"
That's when I noticed for the first time. She's pale, her skull is caved in on one side and dried blood, her clothes are dirty and her eyes have dark circles and sunken in.
I look at her and said, "Oh, I am so sorry."
She sobs and asks, "Am I free now?"
I tell her, "Yes, you're free."
She sobs louder and I tell her, "it's ok."
She then looks at me and says, "don't go outside."
I ask her, "why?"
She replies, "he'll get you and take you away too."
I ask, "who?"
She says, "Nick."
I reply, "What?"
She says, Nick, Nick, Nick!" Practically shouting.
I tell her to calm down and she says, "That last thing I remember is moving to the new house and being chained up in his basement."
Then it clicks and makes sense as to why only some of us can see her, she's dead.
I said, "fuck! I knew he was creepy, but holy shit!"
I asked her, "when did this start, how old is she, and when did he kidnap her?"
She said, "I don't really remember, but I think I'm 12."
She also said, "I do remember him telling me that he was the right man and he could be my boyfriend. Then he'd laugh but the laugh never reached his eyes."
Now, it's my turn to go pale and I said, "Oh, fuck me!"
She looked at me and said, "he said that to you too?"
I swallow the lump in my throat and say, "yes, he did."
She asked, "Did he ever see you with any guys?"
I replied, He did, he saw me with Raimund."
She asked again, "did he get angry?"
I told her, "he did."
Her eyes go wide and she whispered, "then he's coming for you."
I replied, "Oh, fuck! Shit, fuck, shit, shit, fuck, fuck!"
She replied, "it doesn't matter if you are with people or alone, he's coming for you. He will not stop until you belong to him."
Now I wanna vomit.
She says, "How can you see me? I'm dead."
I explain my connection with the spirit world and she says, "you better call whatever you know to protect you, only they MIGHT have a chance to stop him."
Then I hear Iacobus coughing and rush to him, he says, "I can't stay here I gotta go. NOW!"
He's terrified and I have never seen him like this and I call his mom, waking her up. I said, "Iacobus is sick. You need to come get him."
She replies, "I'll be there shortly."
40 minutes later she's knocking on the back door. I open it and send Iacobus with his bag out, she takes him and leaves. I lock the doors. Then I rush to the utility room and grab those extra metal pieces for the sliding door, I jam them in the door for added safety.
Then I run to my room and grab my Occult stuff run back to the family room, as it's the only room that has the space I need to do what I need to. I start drawing sigils, pentagrams and placing candles. I start my ritual and call my Daemon's, Angel's, the spirits that are always around and tell them I NEED their help.
She's just outside my circle and says, "he's coming."
Next thing I know he's at the back door knocking and cooing, let me in princess. I reply, "fuck off weirdo I'm calling the police."
He laughs and says, "we'll be long gone before they arrive."
I tell him, "I know what you did to Melissa."
As I'm watching from the curtain of the sliding door, he freezes then says, "No one will ever find her body. Then says in this psychotic voice, "OPEN THE DOOR!"
I reply, "FUCK NO, YOU PSYCHO!"
It's dead silent for a few minutes, then he giggles the handle and I hear him say in a low tone, "fuck!"
Then he says, I'll be back my little princess." Then leaves.
I take that time to breathe the tension that had been building up in my body. Then rush to the kitchen and throw open the draws and start grabbing knives, the meat tenderizer, anything with a sharp or blunt end.
About an hour later, I hear the knob in the living room and I rush into the living room and see it being giggled, then I hear him, "son of a bitch!"
Then he says, "I know your there, let me in!"
I don't say shit as I am alone physically and I'm scared. I know I could hurt him but he might kill me.
Thankfully, he can't get in but that does not stop him from trying.
Finally, the sun starts rising and I know I'm safe as he won't try anything during the day and I hear him leave, he says as he's leaving "I'll be back for you, tonight princess."
All that adrenaline and tension leave my body and I fall asleep on the couch. I wake up at 12 noon. I start calling everyone and no one is home. I call my parents, they too are out.
"Fuck!" I say and then wonder what I'm gonna do next.
I know that I'm alone and since it's Now Saturday that those neighbor guys won't be home until Sunday night. Most likely not till Monday.
Melissa pops up and scares the shit out of me and I yell, "don't do that!"
She quickly replies, "sorry then says. Nick is asleep, now's your chance."
I tell her, "all my friends and family are gone, I've got no place to go."
She asks, "what about that lady from last night?"
I reply, "My aunt?"
She says, yea, her?"
I say, "They're gone too."
She says, "but..."
I said, "They left to meet up with my parents and won't be back till Monday."
She says, "what about Iacobus?"
I said, "you saw him last night, he was fucking petrified, there's no way in hell he is coming back."
But, I called anyway, he answers the phone and says, "No, Jennison I'm not coming back. Fuck that."
I beg him and he says, "No, I'm sick as hell and last night scared the fuck out of he. You keep your creepy shit to yourself."
I reply, "Iacobus, that was not ghosts. That was my psycho neighbor and he's trying to kidnap me."
I hear a pause on the line, then he says, "call the police" then hangs up.
I get angry and short, "son of a bitch!"
Melissa asks me, "what are you gonna do?"
I reply, "Survive!"
I check every door and every window, everything is locked and I try to calm myself down. Then I call the police and they are fucking useless. They tell me, "unless he breaks in and attacks you. There's nothing we can do."
I reply, "he's got a body of a 12-year-old girl somewhere in his house."
*Pause*
"Do you have proof?"
I reply, "She's right here telling me so."
They say, "well if she's dead how can she be there?"
I said, "her spirit is."
Another pause then the officer gets back on the line and says, "look we get tired of these crank calls, it's not Halloween and it's not funny."
I shout, "This is not a crank call, fucking help me!"
He replies, "Call when you have a real emergency." Then slams down the phone.
"Mother fucker!, I reply and hang up.
My stomach starts hurting and I realize that I have not eaten for over 12 hours. So, I go to the fridge and rummage through it. Nothing appeals to me as my brain is in survival mode. But, I know I need to eat, so I continue looking and see my mom's potato bake's and I said, screw it and grab one toss it in the microwave and heat it up. take it to the living room and eat it.
Then, I throw away the empty container. I'm still shaken up and can't calm down, so I get some ice cream and a Pepsi clear, both always made me feel better before. So, I eat that and as I'm putting the bowl in the sink, there's a knock on my back door I jump and just stand there, after a few minutes another knock. Then I hear, "Jennison it's Lily, what the hell, let me in!"
I was so glad, but I still looked through the curtain. She's staring at me and says, "quit being a weirdo and let me in."
I unlock the door, grab her and drag her inside slamming the door and locking it.
She looks at me and says, "What the fuck, dude? Got a screw loose?"
I tell her to come to the living room and we sit down and I tell her everything that happened last night and that he's coming back tonight, can we go to your house?
She says, "No my mom dropped me off and went back. She said that I was driving her nuts because I wanted to be here instead."
Then Lily says, "We are gonna fuck this dude up!"
I reply, "I just want to get the fuck out of this."
With Lily there, I felt better, but I knew that the shit was gonna get really real tonight.
Then she asks, "Fuck Jennison, why is it like an ice box in here?"
She looks around and sees the sigils, the pentagrams, and the melted candles and her eyes go wide and she says, "Fuck! Shit is serious if you did what I think you did."
Lily knew my practices and knew that when I started drawing sigils, pentagrams and saw melted candles that shit was dead serious.
She says, "Ok, let's watch TV and get your mind off all this for now."
I agreed and we did. About an hour later, we're both fast asleep and We're both awakened to sounds. Scratching, tapping and she's on the other couch. She looks up and whispers to me.
"Jennison, there's this fucked up creepy face in the window."
I reply, "What time is it?"
She looks at the clock and says, "Oh shit! It's 10 pm"
I said, "fuck it's started and it's that fucking weirdo."
Then she looks up and he's staring down at me, as much as you can see. Which is almost next to nothing. You can see I'm on the couch but can't really make me out.
Lily grabs an empty soda can and throws it at the window. It startles him and he looks at her. She flips him off and yells, "go fuck yourself you fucking weirdo. You're NOT coming in."
He gets mad and bangs the window then disappears.
We get up and I hand her a few knives. She takes them and we're just sitting there, then we hear the living room door handle. Still locked we don't even bother. Then it stops.
Then we hear the back door, then it stops.
All is silent for a few minutes, then we see a shadow at the sliding door. He starts banging and saying, "let me in princess."
Lily looks at me with this what the fuck expression and mouths the word, "princess?"
Like has this dude lost his mind?
I whisper, "I have no clue. He started calling me that last night."
Then Lily says, "sorry weirdo, there is no princess here. Just your death if you keep this shit up."
Silence!
Then he bangs on the sliding glass door and says, "let me in!"
We say in unison, "What fucking part of FUCK NO do you not understand?"
Silence!
Then he kicks the glass door and it vibrates but does not break.
Which we are both happy about.
Then he proceeds to knock, tap, bang for hours on end. After 3-4 hours of this, it goes silent.
That's when we get really creeped out.
We go over by the sliding glass door and just wait. Out of nowhere an arm reaches in and grabs my arm, we are both stunned as hell as we had checked it. The longer metal pice had been knocked loose with all his banging. I'm trying to get him to let go and he's got a death grip on me. So we start stabbing at his arm and he howls and let's go. Then he's at the door trying to push it open. Thankfully the shorter piece had not moved and it won't budge.
He's still trying, shoving at the door and we go crazy stabbing at him, we've hit him multiple times and he gets angry and takes off.
We slam the door shut and shove the metal pieces back in place, we pull on it to make sure it won't open again.
We stagger to the couches adrenaline and shock still running through us. We grab a few sodas each and guzzle the first one to calm us down. We wait but there's nothing but silence.
For the first time in several hours, all is calm. We sit down trying to collect ourselves. Then Melissa appears and I nearly fell on the floor and yell, "Goddamnit, don't do that!"
She says, "sorry. Then says, he isn't done he'll be back."
Lily looks at me and says, "who the fuck you talking to?"
I reply, "Melissa, the dead girl he kidnapped before."
Her eyes go wide.
She asks, "well, what did she say?"
I reply, "she said he isn't done that he'll be back."
She says, "fuck!"
Lily takes a long sip of her soda then spits it out stunned and says, "are you fucking seeing this?" As she points to Melissa.
I ask, "you can see her?"
She says, "fuck yea I can see her."
Melissa waves at Lily and Lily stiffly waves back.
She looks at me and asks, "wait! You see this shit all the time?"
I nod my head and she says, "fuck! I'd go insane if it were me."
I say, "you know there are times that I wonder if I haven't."
She said, "Nope! Not insane, I see her too."
For the first time in hours, we sit and try to catch out breaths.
Due to the adrenaline and tension leaving our bodies, we fall asleep. An hour later I hear, "Jennison! Jennison, get the fuck up. He's here."
I open my eyes and Melissa is kneeling in front of me. I look over and he's fucking watching me through the sliding door window and I freeze. In all of the craziness, we forgot to close the curtain. I look over at Lily and whisper, "Lily, get the fuck up. That psycho is here."
She doesn't move and I'm scared to death she's dead. I grab an empty soda can and throw it at her head, she looks at me and says, "what the fuck?"
I tell her quietly to look and she looks and sees him, she jumps up and I sit up. We just sit there and he isn't doing anything just staring at us. He's covered in gauze and tape. Apparently, we did some damage. Upon another look, we see he's breathing heavy and doing something with his hand. We look down and in plain view, we see what he's doing. The sick fucker is masturbating,
Then he speaks and says, Hello, princess. Do you like what you see?"
We just look at each other as if he lost his fucking mind. Then he asks, "would you like to suck on my dick princess?"
Lily and I reply in unison, "ew fuck no. Gross."
He laughs and says, "It's 10 inches. I can't wait to put it into that tight pussy. It's gonna feel so fucking good."
Lily looks at me and asks, "is the fucker for real?"
We get our response when he cums on the window. We both shout, "oh, fuck! So gross."
Then he wipes his dick on the mirror in the mess he just made. We both get this disgusted look and shout at him, "Your fucking gross."
He's just staring at me, then says, "let me in princess. I wanna fuck you so bad."
We get up and go over to the window and just stare at him, then yank the curtain closed. He gets angry and bangs on the window.
By this time, we know that for now, we're ok he can't get in.
He starts shouting, "let me in, Princess."
We decide to turn the TV to MTV. Headbangers ball is on. It started at midnight and runs until 4 or 4 am.
Then we turn it up to drown him out. Which angers him and he starts pounding and screaming, "let me in princess." over and over.
I know what you all are thinking, why haven't we called the cops by now? We did and apparently, the officer from before put a crank caller alert on my home number, so no one took us seriously.
Time goes by and we turn the TV down and we don't hear anything. We open the window just in time to see him smash one of the windows on the door, we run to the door and he unlocks it and turns the knob opening the door. We freeze thinking, "Oh fuck, now what?"
He steps inside and takes a few steps, we back up and he takes another step. He grabs me and starts trying to drag me outside. I'm pulling back with all my might but, I'm only 5'7 and weigh about 130 lbs, whereas he is 6'2, about 220 and very strong. My friend Lily rushes him and he hits her knocking her to the floor. He's dragging me and says, "It's time to go, princess." and he just stepped outside the door and about to yank me outside when I see his arm twist and he howls in pain letting me go and he's thrown back and hits the garage. It makes a very loud sound that echoes throughout. He falls to the ground in a crumpled heap. He's not dead but knocked out.
Just then I see what did it. In front of me appears 4 beings. I know who they are. They are all extremely tall. Three of them are dark masses, hooded figures and you can see skeletal bodies with two with blood red glowing eyes, the other is yellow glowing eyes underneath. The forth is just as equally tell, white lights. He's beautiful, his long dark hair blue-grey eyes and massive wings. It's the Demons and the Angel I called upon the night before. Abaddon, Agaliarept, Asmodeus, and the Angel Azreal. They all look at me and say, "It's going to be ok. Close the door, lock it and board up that hole. I waste no time and do as they do, slamming the door, locking it and grab a piece of wood and my dad's tools he keeps in the utility room. I grab the electric screwdriver and screw the board into the door.
I look and I see them surrounding him. I check on Lily. Thankfully she isn't hurt. She comes to and says, "what the fuck happened? Last thing I remember..." She's cut off by the screaming outside, we run to the glass sliding door pull open the curtain and we witness these beings attacking this guy. Her jaw drops and she is trying to talk but nothing will come out. We see him being thrown around and then he just drops to the ground. We wait as do they. He starts moving and they just stand there waiting for his next move.
Then Lily speaks and she asks, "is this for fucking real?"
I tell her, "yes."
She says, "holy fucking shit!"
Nick just stares at me, hatred in his eyes but he knows one move and he's a dead man.
Then, we hear sirens as all that noise woke up the neighbors and they called the police. That's when Nick looks that way and he knows what's coming. He gets up and they go to move on his but he runs the other way and to his house. The beings come back inside and tell me he's gone and say how sorry they were they didn't get there sooner.
That's when all of the tension and adrenaline leave my body and I pass out and they catch me taking me to the couch.
Lily points at my arm and says, Look!"
My arm is gushing blood. Apparently, Nick had cut my arm deeply and with everything going on, I didn't notice let alone feel it.
Lily is freaking out and they assure her that I'll be ok.
She says, "how she's gonna fucking die before anyone gets here."
They surround me and hold out their hands and this dark and white light surrounds me and before Lily's eyes the gash down my arm closes up.
She sat down hard on the couch at a complete loss. I wake up a few minutes later and she says studdering and shaking, "a...ar...are you ok?"
I reply, "I'm ok."
Then we hear sounds next door as a van is tearing out of the driveway and in the opposite direction the sirens are coming from.
The sirens get louder and my beloved Demon's and Angel stay with us until they here pounding on the back door and shouts, "open up it's the police."
My demon's and angel tell me that they will always be near and vanish, then I see Melissa and she doesn't look creepy anymore. She smiles and says, "I'm truly free."
Then in a bright light vanishes.
We hear the pounding again and shouts, "open up or were breaking down the door!"
We go to the door and look out, there are about 40 cops outside. Several at the door and a bunch more looking over the damage in the backyard.
After all this, my reply is, "I ain't opening shit till we see some fucking badges."
They show us their badges and being satisfied opened the door, they come in and it's dark. They ask us to turn on the lights. We do and the first cop says, what is going on here and what the hell happened to your arm.
My once deep cut is now very shadow and just barely leaking out blood, 5 seconds later EMT has us on the couch, one tending to my arm the other tending to the cut on Lily's head. Then the cop says, "ok wanna tell me what's going on?"
I reply, "I tried telling you idiots earlier but you accused me of crank calling."
He gets all red in the face from shame and says, I'm so very sorry, we really thought it was a crank call."
So, I tell them and several of the cops take off for the house next door. 20 minutes later I hear over the radio. M...Mi...Mike!" And in the background, I can hear vomiting.
The officer called Mike gets on the radio and says, "What's going on, Chris and what the hell is that noise? It sounds like vomiting."
A reply comes back, "that's Jimmy." He says, "why the hell is Jimmy vomiting?"
The other officer replies, "Call Detective Thompsin, NOW!"
He says, "What's going on and the other officer says, "there's a mutilated body in the basement. Female, long dark hair, jeans, t-shirt. She looks to be about 12 years old."
Mike replies, "FUCK! ok, hang on calling Thompsin now."
He gets on the radio and calls the station and says, "we need Detective Thompsin at these, now. We've got a mutilated body next door."
The station replies 2 minutes later, "Detective Thompsin is on his way, eta 20 minutes."
Mike replies, "Ok we have uniforms on the scene and I'm next door and gives my address."
He gets off the radio and says to me in a gentle tone, "can you tell me what happened here?"
I mumble, "her name is Melissa."
He says, "what?"
I look at and repeat loudly, "her name is Melissa."
He says, "who is Melissa?"
I reply, "the dead girl next door."
He says, "how do you know this."
I say casually, "you wouldn't believe me even if I told you."
He says, "try me."
Before I can say anything, Lily opened her mouth and says, "she can see and talk to spirits. Melissa came to her and saved her life."
He looks at Lily as if she had gone mad, then looks at me and asks, "is the true?"
I just nod my head.
He says, 'ok."
Not really believing us.
The Detective arrives goes next door for 20 minutes then comes to our back door. He asks if he can come in and I tell him it's ok.
When he gets to the family room, he looks positively green, as if he had seen something horrific.
He asks us a bunch of questions, we tell him about Nick and what happened. He has an officer look into it. The cop comes up and whispers in the Detective's ear and heads back outside. The detective looks at us and he doesn't want to say anything. After all of this, nothing could shock me now. So, I ask, "what did the offiver tell you?"
He pauses, not wanting to tell us. Finally, after fidgiging for a few minutes he asks again, "are you sure the neighbor said his name was Nick Anderson?"
Lily and I look at each other than to the detective and say in unison, "of course we are sure. Why?"
He says, "Someone was staying there but his name was not Nick Anderson."
I reply, "what do you mean?"
He says, "This guy who called himself Nick. It's all fake."
I just drop my head into my hands then move them to my mouth and scream. The Detective puts his arm around me and says, "it's ok you. You'll be ok."
I reply," how? how is it going to be ok? He used a fake name and not only was he obsessed with me, he tried to fucking kidnap me."
At a loss for words, then he asks, "how old are you?"
I reply, "12."
He asks, "where are your parents?"
I reply, "out of town till Monday."
He's silent for a minute then asks, "do you have any place you two can go?"
"No." we reply.
He says, "ok we're gonna have cops stationed here around the clock even after your parents return."
"Just fucking great," I reply. "They are NEVER gonna let me be home alone, ever again."
I know now that was a stupid thought but at 12. Freedom is one of the things you think about.
We hear a commotion and shouting and cops yelling, "put your hands up and get on the ground now, or we'll shoot! Down, down, down."
The Detective yells, "what the hell is all the commotion?"
The cops yell, "we've got 25 guys outside fighting to get in. They refuse to cooperate but they have no weapons."
Then I hear a familiar voice, yelling. "Jennison! Where the fuck is she and what the fuck is going on?"
It's Raimund and he sounds pissed.
Then I hear, "Sir, you need to leave!"
Raimund, shouts back, "Fuck no I'm not leaving till I know she's safe, let me through. NOW!"
The Detective asks me, "do you know him?"
I reply, "yea that's Raimund. He's a neighbor and he's very protective of me and if what they say is true. There are 25 angry guys outside right now and they will push their way through."
He takes me to the porch and I look. I see 25 pissed off men ready to do battle.
I see Raimund and point to him.
He then tells me, "go back inside."
The Detective says, "you! and points to Raimund."
"Are you Raimund?"
I say, "yea, why?"
The detective says, Ok, you can come inside."
All 25 of them move and he says, "no, just Raimund."
Raimund tells the guys, I'll make sure she's ok and let you know."
They are angry but agree.
Raimund comes inside and sees me he runs over and knees down hugging me crushing me to him and strokes my head.
I whisper, "Raimund you're crushing me."
He replies, "oh" and loosens his grip.
He pulls back and looks at me. My face is black and blue, my lip is cut and swollen, my arm is bandaged. He says, "Oh, my sweet girl what happened to you?"
I tell him what happened that, Nick, not Nick tried to kidnap me.
He Asks, "what do you mean not nick?"
I tell him the neighbor, that weirdo. Everything about him is fake. Even his name. He hugs me again and then sits next to me holding my hand.
The detective comes in and Raimund says can I go tell them she's ok? Otherwise, they will force their way in. He says fine.
Then yells, "let him through and only he can come back."
Cops reply back, "got it, Sir."
The detective looks at me and says, "Isn't he a little old for you?"
I reply, "Raimund would NEVER do anything to me. Not even what you are suggesting. Yes, he's 27 and yes I'm 12. There is no sexual relationship. But that doesn't stop him from loving and protecting me."
Raimund comes back in and the detective says to him, "Aren't you a little old to be playing with 12-year-olds?"
Raimund replies, "I ain't playing with her. I love her but I know her age and I would NEVER."
Then continues, "but our age difference will NEVER stop me from protecting her. Get your mind out of the fucking gutter."
The detective says, "given the situation."
Raimund replies, "fuck the situation. Not all of us are fucking sickos."
The detective looks at him like he doesn't believe him but he notices how much calmer I am with Raimund here, so he lets it go. Then leaves again to check the situation.
Raimund wraps his arms around me and tells me I can put my head on his shoulder, that's then he notices Lily who's just sitting there and asks, "your Jennison's friend, right?"
She says, "yea."
He asks, "if she's ok" and she replies, "physically? Yes. Mentally? I don't know."
He says, "you can come over here and sit if it makes you more comfortable."
She looks at me and I tell say, "he's a safe person to be around." As I lean my head on his shoulder.
He comes back and sees us both leaning on Raimund's shoulders and clears his throat as if we were all doing something wrong. We look up and he says, "That girl next door, we got a name on her."
"Her name is Melissa Petrelli (not her real name), she's 12 years old and was kidnapped from Kansas (not her real state) 8 months ago.
He says, "officer Mike told me what you two told him."
I replied, "Call her family they have a right to know what happened to their little girl."
He replies, "already on it."
The detective looks at Raimund and asks, "you staying here too?"
Raimund replies, No, but I will stay for awhile."
The detective says, "that's fine but there will be cops everywhere. I will let them know that it's ok for you to visit."
Raimund thanks him.
Raimund leans back on the couch just letting us rest and relax and he says to me over and over, "I'm so so very sorry I wasn't here. If I was I could have protected you."
I reply telling him, It's not your fault."
That was the first time I ever saw this big man cry subbing like a baby.
I hug him and tell him, "it's ok it's not your fault."
He says, "I should have known, I just should have known. That fucker gave me weird ass vibes, but still, I left you."
I punch him in his side and he says, Ow, what was that for?"
I reply, "Stop beating yourself up, We're fine, we're alive and safe."
He nods.
Then he asks, "I heard he got in how did you escape?"
So I told him and he says, "you are incredibly brave and crazy."
I smile and told him, "yep."
I fell asleep on Raimund's arm and when I woke up it's was about 4 pm and he was gone but he left a note saying he'd be back. The house was still full of cops. Lily asleep on the other couch wakes up 10 minutes after I did and she looks like me. Haggard and as if we didn't sleep a wink. He came back about 6 pm and brought food as he could tell that I was barely keeping it together. He starts to ask us, "how are you two doing" and stops short when he looks at us. He says, "Christ you two look like shit."
We reply in unison, "thanks, we feel like shit too."
He says, "you two were wide awake all night, you just sat there and whenever I suggested you two get some sleep you both flat out refused. I can understand why."
He gives us food which we mostly just pick at and barely ate. He says, "you two need to eat."
"Not hungry", we reply.
Then I get a call it's Lily's mom saying she's coming to get her and Lily says, "is it really ok that I leave."
I tell her, "it's fine. You really should try to eat and get some rest."
She half smiles but I know that it's for my sake she smiles.
An hour later her mom shows up. Lily and I hug and she says, "I'll be back tomorrow."
I say, "ok." and she leaves.
Now it's me Raimund, myself and 40 cops at my house.
He turns on the TV trying to get my mind off things and I say, "please, no tv right now."
He clicks it off and says, "ok."
I just lay on his shoulder not really saying anything and a cop asks if it's ok to clean up. Raimund tells him, "yea."
The cop just stares and Raimund says, "she's not in a talking mood but I know she would agree."
The cop nods and heads off. Then I hear them cleaning up which took them all day. They power washed the window with bleach which reminded me, it had that weirdo's DNA. I rush to tell them but it's too late.
I come back and Raimund asks, "what was that about?"
I tell him what that guy did on the window and he gets very angry.
He hugs me and says, "All you gotta do is just sit here and I'll hold you."
I nod and do just that.
I did not sleep a wink that night and Raimund stayed the entire night. I could hear cops coming and going. Shift change.
The next day, I didn't go to school and Raimund comes over to see how I'm doing. He just sits there with me holding me.
At various times cops come up and say to him, "she really should go to the hospital."
I said flatly, "I'm not going anywhere."
My parents come home and they are freaked out. My dad sees Raimund with me and he starts yelling and I reply, "Dad! Dad, just fucking stop it. He's been here on and on off for days, making sure I'm ok. He hasn't done anything."
He calms down and starts asking me a million questions. I refuse to answer and he says to Raimund, "why won't she talk?"
Raimund replies, "When she's ready she will. Give her space and time."
My dad heads outside to ask who's in charge and my mom comes in and just asks, "you ok."
I reply, "I'm alive." and I leave it at that.
She realizes that I am not gonna talk.
She makes coffee for the police.
The Detective comes from next door and tells my dad what happened. Thankfully, he left me alone.
It took me a very long time to be able to deal with it and they NEVER caught the guy.
My word of warning to you all out there. Be wary of strangers, listen to your gut instincts, be smart, stay safe, and ALWAYS lock your fucking doors.
By, Alrica Neshama.
(The girl that survived.)
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