Not about the dead but the eclipse sure did amp up the energy! Enjoy!
The energy in the building grew with every passing moment. The weight of the negativity, the constant fear, and the nightly visits were taking a huge toll on both of us. We fought hard to keep all these beings out of our unit, but we just weren’t strong enough and we were falling apart. Now knowing that besides shadows and human spirits, we had to deal with the building itself attacking us all. It was no surprise when things began to move, and the sadistic messages along with their movements became very clear.
Poltergeist activity came in tsunami like waves. Doors would open, lights would turn on, objects would simply disappear. I sat on my sofa one afternoon and watched the door to my grandmother’s curio cabinet open. This door locks in place and we have to push back on this massive heavy piece of furniture, just to make sure it doesn’t fall when we open the doors. It takes all of our strength to keep it from tipping. How mere energy could open it so easily was shocking
to me. The door just popped open and the dangling handle on it thudded against the cabinet. The fact that it did it in such a controlled way was petrifying.
My mother collects Emmett Kelly clowns, and they are housed in my grandmother’s curio. She has one that means the world to her. It was a gift from my grandmother. Grandma looked all over for this hard to find piece and surprised Mom with it. That one EK was always moving inside there. It was as if it were taunting us and making us fear it would be broken. There were a lot of psychological games like that.
It would turn my stereo and TV on out of the blue, things like knives would move on the kitchen counter while we looked right at them. One night the thermostat cover was slammed so hard we jumped out of our skin! There was always something.
Objects would disappear and reappear months later. One chilling story of such was a pair of scissors. We always kept them in the same place. If we looked, tried and true, there they were. We used them a lot, so when mom went to get them,
and they weren’t there we were a bit surprised. We looked all over for them for days! Finally, we both gave up, thinking we might have accidentally thrown them away.
Fast forward 2 years later to me sitting at my desk working on the computer. I got up for just a minute to grab a drink from the kitchen only about 5 feet away, and when I came back, sitting on my mousepad, sharp end pointing at my chair, were the scissors. When we put them away the last time, they were clean. Now on my desk were these damaged scissors covered in rust and looked like they had been through hell and back.
I know for a fact they were not there when I got up. My hand was on the mousepad moving my cursor. I would have at least brushed against them. I would have seen them! I was beyond terrified, especially at the thought of them pointing at my chair as if to say they would stab me! I picked them up and being one to pick up on energy with touch, I nearly threw them. The touch sent shivers up my spine. Where were they for 2 years and what could have happened to cause so much damage
to them and so much overpowering energy to be contained in them? The scissors from hell were thrown away.
Another instance was with a cross. I was going through some very scary stuff that I’ll cover later in the book. I turned to the cross for protection. I put at least one in every room; I needed it that way.
In the living room I hung one on the front door. Having it there just made me feel safe from another attack or something getting in.
The cross must have hung there for 3 or 4 months giving me solace. One day I looked over and noticed this heavy wooden cross that made a lot of noise as it tapped the door with any movement, was missing. I asked Mom where she put it and she had no idea what I was talking about. I got really pissed at her thinking she was messing with me. But she knew how much I needed to know this cross was there, she would never do that to me.
I tore the place apart searching for it, and never found it. Even during packing the entire apartment, this cross was never found. It just vanished. A 5 inch long, heavy cross just vanished into thin air! What I felt was my protection against something of pure evil was gone! What could have been strong enough to take a cross from a doorknob and make it disappear? My terror was at a new height in this moment. Hell really was on earth and it was unbelievably strong.
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