Never Alone
I lived up north in Canada for many years. During a large portion of this time, I lived out on an acreage in an older house that apparently had it’s own unseen residents.
The land and area however, were very rich with history indeed. I believe that many of the occurrences had to do partly with residual energy and a restless spirit that wandered about the area.
It was a beautiful piece of land. Ten treed acres with outbuildings, flowers and a pond. The house however, as large as it was, was a disaster. I was more than a little nervous about the house, from a distance it looked okay, but up close….not so great.
Part of the house had no siding whatsoever and to make things worse, there were resident squirrels happily making a home in-between the brittle boards and the insulation. Inside, matters did not get better. The paint was bright and done maybe twenty years before, when lime green and electric blue were popular. A lot of the house was done in dark peach as well, needless to say, it needed a paint job desperately.
The carpet in the living room was indoor/outdoor carpet, also a quarter of a century old and pretty grimy. The kitchen had old, dark green linoleum that was stapled down in spots where it had started ripping and rolling up. There was an old, dank cold room where dust had resided for a very, very long time. The trap door to the crawl space was in there and had a very eerie feeling about it.
This was just the downstairs, the real terror lie upstairs.
I suppose the upstairs wasn’t too bad, except for the eccentric blue paint and lack of carpet, there was just plywood. I just tried to pretend it was hard wood flooring.
When we first moved in, we discussed the fix ups we would make and I looked forward to that.
From the first few days though, I realized that not all was okay with this humble little abode, especially the master bedroom. It seemed bright and sunny during the day, with it’s hand made closets and dark peach walls, but I always had the feeling I was being watched in that room.
My boyfriend at the time worked away from home, so very often I was by myself in this large, antiquated home. I had my wonderful protector though, a beautiful, faithful collie named Shelby. She never left my side and she always slept on the floor beside the bed at night.
Years went by without much to report, just this odd watching feeling throughout, but mostly in the master bedroom. Sometimes, late at night, it literally felt as though it was glaring at me through the darkness.
The circumstances all changed when I got pregnant, that’s when the activity really started up. Things would go missing and turn up exactly where I had looked only moments before. Sometimes I would have looked in the same spot over and over, knowing that that was exactly where I had left something, and later, in tears, finding it where I had already looked.
I would feel terrible, threatening sensations in the bedroom, almost evil, as though something hated me. There were feelings throughout the house though, where you just never felt alone, like in the shower or when your back was turned.
After my daughter was born, things went alright for a while, then I started hearing things. Not subtle things either, slamming doors, very clear voices talking throughout the house and finding items moved everywhere.
One summer, my sister, only twelve years old, wanted to watch a certain movie, which happened to be in our upstairs bedroom. I told her where it was and she promptly went upstairs to retrieve it. I could hear her walking down the hall upstairs towards the bedroom, I heard her thumping across the room, then all of the sudden, I heard her rush out the room, run down the hall and down the stairs.
Of course, annoyed she might wake the baby, I questioned her crossly why she was being so noisy. She said, and I’ll never forget this, “Dani, I hate your room, it watches me.”
My stomach dropped and I felt myself pale, for the first time, I realized what this might be. I had validation.
The biggest event for me was one night I woke up in a cold sweat, alone, my boyfriend was gone to work. I couldn’t see through the pitch black of the room, but I could feel something there, glaring at me through the darkness. I shook and trembled with fear. I started to cry as I felt it near me, and lean in towards me. Shelby was outside, so I was facing this completely alone. Or was I?
This was the turning point in my life, I prayed, for the first time in my life, I really prayed. I always prayed to something, God, Jesus or angels, but for silly flippant and ridiculous things, “God, please help me lose twenty pounds.” or “Jesus, I promise I’ll never take your name in vain again if you give me such and such.” Stupid little lies to Him, I didn’t know any better until that time.
I whispered through shaking lips as this entity drew closer, oozing with hatred and malice, I prayed, “Please, please help me.” Without hesitation, there it was, some unseen force had wrapped his loving arms around me, shielding me from the evil presence. Never before had I experienced so much love, so much sensation, so much light.
As I felt these arms embrace my soul, every cell in my body seemed to fill with light and love. He, as I felt it was male, hugged me with a love that I had never known. I had met one of my angels, I now know his name to be Perseus, but back then, I had very little knowledge of spirituality and ‘the other side’. Seems like a million years ago.
As soon as I was embraced, I was calm, all fear dissipated, the evil entity left the room and I fell into the most tranquil sleep I’ve ever known. The next morning, upon awakening, I instantly recalled the hug and I cried with happiness and relief, knowing that forever more, I was never alone.
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