Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26893881-20150802152044

  Hey, my name is Mark and I live in Brooklyn, New York. I’ve got a wife and two kids, which were two and six that the time and they’re both girls. I’m a 6 foot 2 personal trainer and an ex-marine, so you can now tell that I’m not at all a timid human being. But, there was this one time though when I felt terrified and sick to my stomach. It was back in December 2010, I had come home from a one-to-one with a client at the gym I work at and I felt weary after it being a long day working from 8 in the morning to 10 at night. My wife was already asleep and so I went to bed aswell and because I was so tired I fell asleep instantly.

  In the middle of the night I was awoken by a strange moaning sound and I then saw my wife standing over the bed staring with a complete blank expression, I then said in a very confused way, “Babe, what’s the matter?”

Her eyes opened wider and her smile slowly got longer and then she said in a very deep and satanic way, “I feel great, babe!”

I then felt even more confused and I then thought that she was playing a joke so I got annoyed and said, “Get back to bed for goodness sake and stop messing around!”

What happened next terrified the life out of me. My wife’s head spun around just like in The Exorcist and she then said in that horrible voice, “I like to mess around, babe! Ha-ha-ha!”

I then felt sick and petrified and I then said knowing that it wasn’t my wife I was speaking to, “Who are you?” In a very fearful fashion.

Whatever it was responded with, “Ha-ha! I’m the Devil, Mark.” I then froze some more not being able to speak.

My wife’s head spun round once more while she eerily laughed. My fear then quickly turned into anger as I felt very concerned for the well-being of my wife and I then said furiously, “Get the f**k away from me and my wife, you piece of s**t!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">The entity then smiled and said, “If you say so, Ha-ha!” It left my wife and as soon as it left her she then fell on the floor. I went to tend to her, worried sick and found she was still breathing so I carried her back to bed.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">I asked her if she was okay and she said, “Yes, babe. I just feel fatigued.” I then went back to sleep knowing that my wife was okay.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">I woke up the next morning and I felt troubled, I then went downstairs for breakfast and I saw my wife and I asked her, “Babe, how are you feeling?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">She then said back, “I feel great, right as rain. Why what’s wrong, Mark?” As she could see I looked very unsettled.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">I then proceeded and said, “Nothing, babe. I just had a bad dream”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">So the next month I went about my business not thinking of what happened until this one night the baby monitor went off. But it wasn’t crying, all I could hear it was what sounded like distorted moaning and laughing, so I rushed into my daughter’s room and saw that my daughter was sitting up straight, so I went to check up on her and she said, “Hi, Mark. Remember me, babe?” While smiling at me in a really demented way.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">I froze for a minute and responded with, “W-where did you come from?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">The thing then responded with, “An evil place, a place where bad souls are left to rot through torment and torture. A place where screaming and crying are the only things you will ever hear for an eternity. A place where the fires are so unbearably hot that you’ll want to kill yourself over and over. A place where rivers of magma and blood run like water. A place so foul even the most evil and disgusting human being ever to roam earth will seem to be nicest person you’ll ever meet.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">I was then beside myself and I responded in complete anger by shouting, “Get out of my house and leave my family alone!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">The thing then left my baby daughter and then consumed my older daughter and said, “I thought we were having so much fun, Marky baby!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">I then responded with, “Leave now, you piece of s**t!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">The thing then proceeded and said, “If you say so. I’ll leave you a nice gift being that I was a guest in your lovely home, Marky baby.” My daughter’s head spun round like my wife’s did. But, this time there was green projectile vomit rushing out covering each wall. The thing then left and shortly afterwards, I fainted due to the shock and the foul smell of the vomit.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">The next morning I woke-up with the green vomit still plastered all over the walls, my wife came in and she was incredibly annoyed because of all the vomit. She was asking what had happened and I had no explanation. So I just made up a story and said that I felt incredibly ill and I went to check on the girls before bed and I threw up there on the spot. Which didn’t help as I was in the bedroom of my two young daughters, but it was a more reasonable explanation than saying what really happened.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:103%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman",serif">It’s been a long time since the incident and I can safely say I haven’t seen or heard from the thing since, well not yet. <ac_metadata title="Family Possessions (I need Feedback!)"> </ac_metadata>