Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26535410-20150626203848

So this happened years ago but the shock factor still gets me everytime I think about it.

It all started a couple years ago when I was in highschool. At first I started to just disregard these thoughts I was having. I kept getting weird thoughts about killing myself from time to time. I brushed it off and read an article online that this was sometimes normal. Random thoughts of suicide but not actually being actively stressed or depressed. I thought I was going insane at first but then I grew to enjoy them. I used to think about it all the time and sometimes even play out a scenario with what would people would think or do if I really did kill myself. I thought I was just keeping my mind busy.

Then came the dreams... I started having dreams of killing myself!!! They got more peculiar by the day. I would wake up in sweat after watching myself slit my own wrist and bleed out on the floor. They get more weird and specific but I don't think anyone would want to read about people killing themselves now would they?

One day as I was sitting in class I thought to myself "I think I need church in my life."

The next Sunday I went to church with my parents, who were regular church goers, and enjoyed the mass. For some odd reason I kept finding myself bored in there and kept tapping my feet like I had ADD or something. I couldn't focus on what he was saying or what were reading. As we pulled into the driveway my mother asked me what I learned from church and I just simply replied with "Oh you know, the good word." Which was a total lie because I couldn't even pay attention! But anyways it sort of put my mind at ease for a little bit going every Sunday.

Things got a little bit more odd. A few weeks passed and I had been going to church every sunday now. I started having weird dreams again. Only this time they weren't of killing myself they just had me sitting there in pure darkness. It wasn't cold or hot, it was just emptiness. I sat there for hours until I would awake the following morning. I would feel exhausted and restless at school. The dreams persisted for a couple of more days only to find them becoming even worse. I recall dreaming one time and sitting there in my dark and empty mind and I started to hear things... I started hearing crying. I tried talking but only to find myself silent... I would open my mouth and I would vocalize words and I can feel the air and vibrations coming from my throat but could hear no words... It freaked me out and I tried not to focus on it until I awoke the next morning. The dreams kept rolling in but this time I didn't hear crying but I heard distant talking and whispers. I couldn't understand them though, it's not that it was in a different language but they were just that perfect distance, tone, and volume that it just wasn't able to register no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on it. IT FRUSTRATED THE HELL OUT OF ME! I started to wake up pissed off. This persisted for another week or so.

I started to experience paranormal instances now. One day I was home alone and heard a slight whisper like the ones in my dreams and I turned to see if anyone was there but all I could find was myself alone in my room. Another day I was working on a school project for my Marketing and Business Class and I had a stack of papers sitting perfectly on my dresser. My window was closed, my fan was off, and my door was closed also. Suddenly I heard a faint laugh behind me and my stack of papers just completely fell. I sort of just brushed it off as a weird incident. I figured I had just stacked it wrong and it toppled over time. The last incident I had was probably the most peculiar. Not that the weird laughter was odd or anything right? One night I was home alone (cliche right?) and I remember I was playing Runescape, yeah yeah I know its nerdy, and I could remember feeling somebody touch the back of my neck. I quickly turned and saw nothing. I figured my neck hairs just stood up randomly. I continued to play my game in the comfort of my own room while I was home alone. I usually play loud music when I'm home alone but for some reason I just didn't want to that day. I had my door open this time, which is unusual even for me. I'm usually a hermit and I keep to myself. A couple of minutes after that neck feeling I saw something from the peripheral of my left eye. I turned to look out my door and I saw a shadow move in the kitchen. My first thought was "I'm home alone.", my second thought was "Somebody is in the house.", and my third thought was "Where are my dogs?" I stood up to investigate, grabbing my Smith and Wesson combat knife of course, only to find the kitchen was empty and all the doors and windows were locked. I looked for my dogs only to find them in the weirdest possible place. Underneath the bathroom cabinet, which is normally not where they sleep, so I dragged them both out and threw them on my bed so they could see anything I couldn't if you catch my drift. Nothing happened after that night for a while. I told my parents and they say they have been feeling strange lately in the house. Almost like it wasn't "home" anymore. They didn't feel safe so they installed a video camera system outside the house. This last paranormal incident was probably the weirdest of them all. This one happened while we were all home. You might read this and say well that's a load of bullshit but trust me this actually happened to me. One nice relaxing Saturday while I was playing runescape and my parents were in their room relaxing I felt really strange. It was about 11 PM and I just felt uneven and dizzy. I recalled how I had felt while I sat there in the emptiness and darkness of my mind. I felt like how I felt in my dreams. My desk is located smack dead next to my window so I can hear everything going on in front of my house. I heard leaves crackling outside my window. I was freaked out and I was almost afraid to look and see because I knew this was real. I peared out of my window and there it was just standing there. I remember looking at it and it didn't see me at first but it felt my presence and that it knew I was looking at it because it knew exactly where my one eye was that was peering out at it. It was a coyote and it was a fair size. Usually coyotes don't wander where my house is located. Coyotes usually stay within the hills and travel in packs but never alone. They usually get frightened at the sight of a human being, especially if they're alone. It looked at me just straight into my eye. I opened the blinds more because it was already aware I was there. I looked at it straight in the eyes. It had black eyes not normal like a regular coyote. It stared at me almost like it was staring directly into my soul, judging me and anticipating my thoughts. I stared at it for about 5 minutes because calling to my parents. They ran outside and hearing the front door open this thing just ran off down the street into the darkness. I never saw that thing ever again.

Then about a week later after the coyote incident the dreams came back. Only this time they were different. They not only affected myself but also my family. I had this weird dream and I am going to be very specific with this one. I remember opening my eyes and I knew I was dreaming still. I looked up at my dark ceiling and remember feeling somebody watching me. I felt too heavy to life my body so I kinda sat there for about 20 minutes or so staring at my ceiling. I finally mustered up the strength to sit upright and investigate the feeling. I looked around my room and didn't see anything but darkness, besides the light coming from my laptop. Noticing my laptop light I searched for my PS3 light as well. I couldn't find it though which was odd. My PS3 was usually on a little table in front of my bed. I sat there and stared, focusing, on that specific table. I couldn't find it out of the darkness. Then that's when I realized why I couldn't see it. A dark figure was standing in front of my bed watching me sleep. I remember seeing the tall, shadowy figure. I sat there and stared at it for what felt like eternity for me. I must have stared for about an hour or so. It didn't move or anything it just stood there watching me. I couldn't see a face or eyes or even a body structure. It was just a shadow. I stared at it long and hard and for some reason my eyes started to tear up. I couldn't stop myself from crying although I wasn't afraid because I knew it was just a dream. I couldn't stop tears from running down my cheeks. Finally after what felt like eternity staring at the shadow I slowly layed my body back down and closed my eyes. I woke up in the morning smelling something dead. I figured it had been a rat that was killed in the attic by a rat trap but this was different. It smelled rotten almost like a dead cat that had been sitting on the side of the road for a week. I couldn't bare it anymore so I stood up and walked out of my room. My parents weren't awake yet so I waited for them to awake in the kitchen. I sat there at the kitchen table for about 2 hours wondering if that dream was real or not. To this day I still can't tell. When they finally awoke the smell had discipated but we still searched the attic but could not find anything. I didn't tell them about the dream though. A couple days later my sister's boyfriend had a similar dream in our house. He had spent the night and they were sleeping down the hall in my sister's room. He described the dream as clearly as he could. He said he remember sleeping there and waking up in my sister's bed but she was not there. Something else was in bed with him. He said it looked like a dark shadow. He said it was darker than the darkness around it so it stood out. He said the thing reached out for him and scratched him then he woke up smelling that same dead smell I smelt a couple days before. Although when he woke my sister up she could not smell it but he could. Now I don't know what this means but it sure as hell was relieving to know I wasn't alone. He refused to spend the night at our house anymore. Now for my mothers dream. She woke up one morning complaining that her arm was hurting. It wasn't bruised or anything. She just said it was hurting. A few days passed and she overheard my sister's boyfriend and myself talking about our dreams. She jumped in and told us about hers. She said she found herself standing in the living room and the figure grabbed her arm and started to guide her to the front door. She said before they even reached the front door it had opened by itself and she felt the figure pull her like it was going to throw her out and as it was forcing her preparing to throw her she awoke in a great sweat and her arm in intense pain.

That was the last of that...

A few more weeks passed and the weird activity ceased. I didn't do much research on it as I wasn't too interested in it. My mom was though. She was researching demons on google day in and day out. She said sometimes with what we think and what we say can open portals up for demons to pass through depending on the severity of the thought. For instance if you think about beating somebody up its not as bad as killing somebody. The portal for killing somebody is obviously bigger than the other. I thought to myself what if my suicidal thoughts let this thing into our lives but it couldn't be because those had stopped when it started to happen. The final event happened the day after the Easter of 2013. This one was weird, not scary, but weird. We had came home from a family event a couple cities down. We had walked in laughing and having a good time when we saw a flash of light. Illuminating blue light! Almost like a camera flash. We all saw it so my stepdad and I ran outside to investigate. The only window that might be insight of where we were standing was the window in the kitchen. We searched for about 10 minutes and unless this guy can run faster than Usain Bolt then I would say it wasn't a Camera flash. The light was bright blue so I had thought to myself "electrical" so we checked the breaker to see if anything had blown. Everything was fine. The light lit up the entire wall behind us so it couldn't of came from a camera nor would it have come from a light because they all still worked just fine. We ruled it out when finally my mom had talked to a priest about our paranormal activities. He said if a blue light appears out of nowhere it is Saint Michael banishing a demon to hell. In the bible it says that Michael appears from a blue light out of heaven to banish Satan and his minions to hell. That seemed pretty accurate to me. After that light incident I have never had another freak incident in that house to date. I don't live there anymore because I moved out and moved across country but I still like to look back on the times I had in that house. But to this day I still could never recall if that dream was real or not.... 