User:Eric T. Dawson

I had heard of an event that had happened out in Phoenix, Arizona to a young child. I was to meet his family when I get to his home. They called hoping I could help. I studied the paranormal before, but this was not like anything I had seen or heard about. Upon arrival I noticed no signs of paranormal activity or phenomenon. As I approached the door I could smell something odd. It smelled like blood but just a little more sulfuric. I dismissed it as a sewage or plumbing problem. The parents of the child (we will call him Dale to protect is identity) told me that he was playing in his room and from inside it they started smelling a blood-like scent but more sulfuric. When they went to check on him the door was locked, sot eh father of the boy kicked in the door, to find the boy wearing an old Cold war child's gas mask and the room covered in a form of black blood. I told them I would go inspect it, they had me hooked. When I went to the room it seemed to be empty. Except for that smell. I went back to tell them it was empty to ind the parents gone. I began worrying, but as the seconds ticked on the smell got worse. I went back to the child's room to see him there, dripping black blood that smelled a little more sulfuric than normal blood. He wore the gas mask and seemed to emanate white noise like static. I tried to run but found I couldn't move. Then the child began to convulse. He started thrashing and he grew, very tall and misshapen his fingers had too many joints and his legs bent in too many places, and then the boy said something to me that still rings around in my head to this day "Mommy and daddy told me not to breathe from the mask, they said it was dangerous, but I did, and now mommy and daddy are gone and can't tell me what to do. Your turn." I found the ability to move and ran from the house to see that it was leaking that same black blood substance I turned on the car and left as fast as I could. And all the way I could hear the child laughing and giggling and screaming "YOUR TURN" until I had left the state. I will never go back to Phoenix, for I may see the child and his mask.