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Mar 27, 09 at 11:18pm ^
Posession and Obsession: Entry 06/06/12 (rated t-m)(story)(CC Welcome)
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Log in to remove this sponsored message "I am down with the sickness." One of my friends proclaims happily, referring to the song by Disturbed, knowing not what he speaks about. Dusty has been a friend of mine for a long time. He knows what I am going through but not the deeper extend of my disease. He once got a glimpse and tucked tail. Fortunately for him it was minor and he never experienced it after, to afraid to delve further into a world that he could never comprehend. Bare with me Constant Reader, it will take me some time to get you caught up. I am a medium, and have been all my life. I started seeing ghosts at an early time in my life, but I have always been sure that the dead know that I can see them. Most are content to go on in their own form of existence without disturbing me. The few that I have known are actually not that bad for being dead. As a medium not only can I see them, but I hear and understand, and I can take part or all of them into my being. They become a part of me and I like to think of me being a part of them too. I started using it in my elementary school when I stopped being afraid of them and started conversing with them as I would normally. In a Catholic School, it was frowned upon. But then again many of the kids would never even talk to me much less make fun of me to my face. One person did, her name I remember, but there is no reason to place it here. This is my diary, so I don't need to really say. She approached me in the bathroom after a particularly brutal set of words had been exchanged between us. She asked me if I could see any ghost in the bathroom as I had told her before I had. The green lockers beside her were aglow with a white shimmer like smoke that wrapped around the open doors. I smiled and replied that I did in fact. She laughed at me, and pointed her finger at me. She laughed and laughed until one of the locker doors slammed. She jumped away startled, and looked to me in utter revulsion and surprise. She managed one word. Coincidence. The locker room burst into activity, each door slamming open and closed again with fury, until she no longer could deny it, and ran as fast as she could away from there and away from me. To this day she avoids me like the Black Death. After that my life became easier. No one believed her, but they had a new target for teasing and suddenly my claims did not seem so far fetched. I breezed through that time with nothing more than simply dealing with the haunts at my grandparents and my mother's home. The only troublesome time was at night when I would try to sleep. There were those who were of course not nice. I covered my body from toes to ponytail at night, even in the full of summer, for (a very real) fear that my toenails and fingernails would be ripped out, or that my eyes would catch the interest of one of them and be plucked out. My mum said that even as a baby, she could never leave me alone. I did not sleep in my room but either in hers or on the couch where I was in a distance where my mum could reach me if she heard me screaming. I had nightmares every night from the age that I could remember to the age of thirteen. I still have a lot more to explain, but for now Constant Reader, I think I will sign off. Edit: Jun 06, 12 5:43pm http://www.neoseeker.com/forums/32/t1338854-posession-obsession-entry-07-02-09-rated-story-cc-welcome/#0 | |
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Mar 28, 09 at 1:18am ^
re: Posession and Obsession: Entry 06/06/12 (rated t-m)(story)(CC Welcome)
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Wow, Sion is a writer! Not bad...in fact, I like it! It's interesting, informative, and well-written.
Though I'm not sure, yet, if it's real or not. lol. But great story, I'll definitely continue reading. My only suggestion would be to space it out, and put more paragraphs in place of the huge blocks of text, as they can be strenuous to read. ![]() ------------------- Skyrim NeoWiki Read, Contribute, and Enjoy! | |
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Apr 10, 09 at 2:44am ^
re: Posession and Obsession: Entry 04-09-09(rated t-m)(story)(CC Welcome)
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Thank you for your input KL, I appreciate that and I will definitely try to keep my paragraphs smaller. Some of it is true, some of it is false. Its up to you to decide how much you believe, and discard what you don't.
Before I was even knew that the paranormal forum existed, I was heavy into the rp forum and such. I guess it would be good to dust off a few of the stories I hadn't written in a while. PS: As a fun contest there are a few song lyrics/referances in each one of my entries, and will continue to be for as long as the diary keeps going. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ April 09, 2009 In April 1994 I lost my great grandpa Joe. He was a wonderful man, of Polish descent, and a very charismatic even at 99 years of age. Three months before he could reach 100, cancer ripped through his body and claimed his life. A barber by trade, he had met quite a few different types of people, was very open and understanding, and had a very interesting voice. I loved listening to it, even though toward the end of his life it sounded like sandpaper compared to how it once was. In August of that same year I came down with a severe fever. I went downstairs feeling very sick, looking for my mother. When I finally found her, I no longer recognized her, and was frantically looking for her. As the fever progressed to 105 degrees I began babbling, but once it peaked to 106 I switched from babbling to making coherent sentences, talking to someone else in the room. My mum at first thought that my fever had gone down, but realized that it was dangerously high, and went to call the doctor, but never left the room. While on the phone she heard a phrase that frightened her to the point of tears. "Hi Grandpa Joe" I said casually. Asking questions about death and how he felt, talking as if he had never died. I at one point asked him if I would die, and seemed contented with whatever answer he gave me, then promptly said goodbye to him. My fever went down, but she knew that there had been something besides delirium. She had felt a presence in the room and never forgot it. It was the first time I said goodbye to one of my family members. I spent most of my childhood living with my grandparents. My grandpa Lambert was very entertaining, telling me stories of the "dirty-rottens" who made things go bad, or singing songs that he would make up on the fly. He talked a lot about Catholic traditions, the bible, politics, and his favorite western books where the good guys always get the girl. My grandma took me shopping, taught me how to cook and socialize. She always was eager to listen, except for when I would try to talk about the things that I had seen. I slept in what I now call the blue room. It was the perfect size for me, and was right across from my grandparents bedroom but I never felt at peace in that room. I would sit there at night waiting for the shadows to circle my bed, and I tucked my blankets tightly around me like a shield, thinking that if no part of me could be seen, they would just leave me alone. Even then I wished they would be silent. But even the dead have their limits. One night they got so bad that I screamed and cried until they both woke up. Grandma stormed into the room and I told her that I could see shadows on the walls, and that they would hurt me. She explained it off that we lived near the highway, or that it was probably our cat. I knew my cat's shadows. These were human. These belonged to people that no longer breathed. Shortly after this happened, I was walking down the hallway to go to the bathroom which is down the same hallway as our rooms. I forgot to turn on the light which is something that I rarely do, even now, and I watched as a shadow passed from my grandparents room and into my room. It turned its head mechanically as it passed, looking at me thought it had no eyes. It communicated a message, though it had no mouth. I understood, but was no less terrified that it had gone into my room. It had faintly feminine features and had a familiar feel. I knew instantly that my grandma's sister had died and that she had come looking for her. I immediately tucked tail and ran. I managed to maintain my shock from the experience as grandma told me that she was going to have to go to California for her sisters funeral, that she had a blood clot travel up into her heart after just getting out of the hospital. I was 9 when it happened, but I only found out very recently that my great grandmother had also been visited, by the same figure that I had been so terrified by. I never slept in the blue room again. Edit: Apr 09, 09 ------------------- http://www.neoseeker.com/forums/32/t1338854-posession-obsession-entry-07-02-09-rated-story-cc-welcome/#0 | |
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Apr 10, 09 at 3:12am ^
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Wow, Sion, this is great writing. You really have talent. I like to see that in everyone...even if those people decide to write novels and create competition for me
But really, I'm really into your story, I just wish you'd write a little more frequently. :3 ![]() ------------------- Skyrim NeoWiki Read, Contribute, and Enjoy! | |
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May 16, 09 at 4:18pm ^
re: Posession and Obsession: Entry 06/06/12 (rated t-m)(story)(CC Welcome)
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Sorry guys, my internet was down since I moved. Its back now, so expect more frequent stories.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ May 16, 2008 Even recognizing my alliance with some spirits, I never knew quite what to expect. At that time my eyes were blinded by the prospects of good, neutral, evil, and never the twain should meet. I was Catholic, and that was what was taught…well they sort of taught that everything besides angels was evil, and that consorting with other beings would be a venial sin. Even so, I persisted on with both my pursuit of faith and the spirit denizens that collaborated in my world. I was getting frequent nightmares and still having weird things circle my bed. I had moved out of my mum’s room, to give her a chance at a sort of social life. I slept instead on the couch, and slept with the light on beside me. Every once in a while I would catch my mum trying to turn off the light, and she noticed I had an uncanny awareness tied to that light. Never knowing why, she waited patiently for me to outgrow the phase. She is still waiting. I started gathering friends, who I was drawn to without a true understanding of why. Most of them were drawn to me even though they hated me. My first was Kelsie. She lived two houses down from me, and was in dancing and ice skating. She had alcoholic parents but her stepfather had moments of pure genius. He was also into black magic. He and I could have conversations that would last hours, and even at a young age I could keep up with him. I was highly book smart and liked science and philosophy, which coupled with his love of art, became a very strong bond. My mum got suspicious when he started asking me to come over and hang out with him when Kelsie was not even around, and she got mad because sometimes we would just hang out and talk about stuff that she had a hard time understanding but the three of us still are in contact with each other. Her stepdad has unfortunately lost most of what he had known, and has memory loss problems due to his drinking but he has left me with gems of wisdom, that have often been incredibly important. He also is one of the people that I confided, and knew that I could see the dead and those that had never lived. One evening, I asked him a peculiar question. I knew that he had learned black magic in Louisiana, that he personalized and carved Ouija boards, and that he knew more about magic than anyone I had ever known. I asked if he would do a palm reading for me. At first he agreed casually, but then when he looked at my right palm he looked panicked. He did a few seconds of looking. He then took my left hand, and looked, staring along the lines. He shook his head, closed his eyes and closed my palm and said “I don’t want to hurt you.” He refused to talk about it anymore, and refused to tell me what my future is based on my palm. I have asked him three times, and he refuses to read it at all. Over the time that I have known Kelsie, she has been my best friend and confidant and for years she has been there for me. I was there for her when she found out that she had juvenile diabetes, and she in return has been a life saver for me, literally. The relationship that we have had has been more like sisters than friends. But when we went to middle school and later high school, we sort of drifted away. During that time I found kids that were in my school that later shared my interests and for some, my abilities. I started going to my hometown’s only roller rink around the age of thirteen. I hung out with a group of kids that were my age and younger. At that time Dusty was a stranger that sometimes hung out with our group and I was going out with a boy. Dusty seemed interested but never really approached me. I hung out with a stocky boy named Tanner, who had a sister Jess in my grade. He was a few years younger, but he caught my attention most when he said that his mum used to go ghost hunting with mine. The thought of my mum in a dark house surrounded by ghosts didn’t surprise me. He even told me after a while that they lived in a haunted house, and that even his parents had seen the ghost of a little boy. I began to tell him about my own experiences, and our relationship superseded the relationship I had with Jess. Soon he became my confidant to replace Kelsie. Lori and Loren soon followed. They were brother and sister, both strong and charismatic personalities. During that time I gained something that would change my life forever. I found a silver pendant at the behest of a new spirit that I had never seen. She was a brunette, much similar to me in appearance, but about 20 or so instead of 13, and she had a set of green eyes. She stayed a distance away, but made sure I took the pendant and left. I continued to spot her in odd places, but mostly she kept to the shadows, never coming out at night. I wore the pendant religiously, never taking it off for any reason. Shortly afterward I started blacking out, finding myself in different places, and I didn't know why. I never knew what was going on, but I knew that I felt drained, like I had just finished running 20 miles. I felt a strong desire to fill up on carbohydrates, and my dietary needs began to change. Me and my family just chalked it up to puberty, but I know now that it was the beginning of my abilities awakening. ------------------- http://www.neoseeker.com/forums/32/t1338854-posession-obsession-entry-07-02-09-rated-story-cc-welcome/#0 | |
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May 22, 09 at 10:26pm ^
re: Possession and Obsession: Entry 05-22-09(rated t-m)(story)(CC Welcome)
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May 22, 2008
A few months after I started seeing the brunette who had yet to identify herself, I began seeing another spirit. This spirit was unlike any I had ever or possibly will ever see. He dressed himself in a red cloak the color of blood, with bone armor that I now reckoning from certain native American tribes. His face was hidden by a silver mask which only eye slits, thin and cold. His eyes were black behind that mask. I would rarely see him, looking in from the outside of the roller rink, though the height would have meant that he would have to levitate. Tanner would see him occasionally, giving him a start. This figure was probably the most elusive, even besides the brunette, for I would only see him for a few seconds. He is the most unbelievable entity I have probably met, but the one who has left the most serious mark on my life. I will tell you more about him later, for now its most important to tell you about the brunette. I began to do spirit writing at the rink. Even before I knew there was such a thing, I would write down a question, hoping for an answer, and at some point when I would lose track of time I would find it answered after I came to. It was through this that I got information about the brunette. I will tell you this in order to get you up to speed on what has been happening lately, in hopes that I can finish this story before something even more terrible happens to me. Her name was Sion. She is the reason for my screen name. Its hers, and those jade green eyes that she would use to bear through my soul, leaving dead memories in my veins. I began to black out even more frequently, and one of the times Tanner came to me, very concerned. He said that Sion was using me. When I asked him how, he said that when I blacked out that she had possessed me and he had talked to her. Normally I would have thought that he was just making this up. Then I remembered that I had never mentioned her name, and then I began to worry. I cooled it with the spirit writing, and with actively looking for them. I still looked into information on ghosts and spirit writing now finding out fully what I was doing. I still did not really know for sure about how Tanner knew her name, just as I still did not fully believe him. I stopped going to the roller rink, and instead I went to a teen hangout center who's name I will keep abbreviated to the GF, since my whereabouts could be tracked on the net. I trust you Constant Reader, but not that much. It was not until I started going out with a new friend I met there John that I started to believe and fear all of what I could do. He of course thought it was cool. I know that he encouraged me to see these things and to begin tampering with them. Sion was eager as well. She had an incantation of some sort that she would use to warn the people of, and after that, if you mistook her for me, well, things got hairy. For the most part she was similar to me. She had stronger pro-life feelings and pro-religion dogma than I did, she was a dominant personality, much more charismatic than mine, but she had a penchant for needing extreme temperatures, and eating quite a bit. She was reckless with her moods, being nice to some people, and mean and cruel to others. She also had the scent of jasmine that would follow her around, and most often would follow those whom she liked. Her energy was strong, and she could use it to affect electrical devices in any situation. Lights would flicker around her (if she allowed them to stay on at all). When she was around, the stereo in any car I was driving in would go haywire. At that time cell phones were not prevalent in my generation, so it was not that interference. One person I should have introduced sooner was Mike. He was one out of three friends I have had since birth. Mike lived in Deer River, not too far away from where I grew up. Yes I will out where Mike grew up since he no longer lives there. He was more of a country boy, and interested in simple living. We met and started hanging out after I met him at a gas station. We had not seen each other for a long time, but he recognized me, and we started hanging out together. He went to the GF simply to hang out with me. Dusty started hanging out there, and after a while Kelsie picked up on hanging out there as well. Cody, was also a friend, and even as funny as he was, he seemed socially awkward. We tried very hard to pull him out of his shell and he did beautifully. Once however, he made a mild mistake, thought I don't think he ever did it again. He tried to rip the medal off my neck. At that time I was still wearing the medal that I had gotten from Sion. If I even thought about not wearing it, I would panic, for no reason whatsoever. I think that it was an accident, but that didn't register when he grabbed the necklace. We were at the roller rink when it happened, and both of us had roller skates on. Now Cody is a big guy. He is tall, probably 5'10" and at that time probably a little over 200 lbs., but when he touched my neck I guess what happened was that I spun him around against the wall, and picked him up so that his feet were a few inches off the wall. I was at that time 5'3" and maybe 140 lbs. It was enough to scare the crap out of him, and for the rest of the night he left me alone. After a few days, he came over and talked about it with me, even though to this day I still don't remember. As high school rolled on, friends came and went, and my strict Catholic upbringing started to leave me. I made a few desperate clings to it, but after I realized that I behaved more appropriately without organized religion than with it, I started evaluating its relevance in my life. It is good for some people, but it was not the right thing for me. My two grasps came in the form of travel. I went once to St. John's Abbey for a religious retreat that lasted two weeks. The Abbey seemed like a good dividing point in my life. I had decided beforehand that if I went, I would decide what I wanted to do with my life. Either I would go to this retreat, and come back with a new direction of spirituality, or I would decide then and there to become a nun, and live my life under the wing of the church. I thought that it would be the perfect place for me to protect myself from the spirits and ghosts that I saw, but if I didn't find peace in the church, I would never attempt to again. It was a hard choice to make. ------------------- http://www.neoseeker.com/forums/32/t1338854-posession-obsession-entry-07-02-09-rated-story-cc-welcome/#0 | |
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Jun 11, 09 at 3:36am ^
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I should have chosen a different place. My mind was made up by the time I left the Abbey. First I will let you know what happened there. The Abbey has a dark history, that I should have researched long before going. I will tell you what I experienced and then you can decide for sure what to make of it.
When I arrived at the St. Johns, I received a very warm welcome. As knowledgeable as I was about church dogma, and scripture, I found my knowledge to be tested and I loved it. the people were so much more open to the church than I had ever or probably will ever see again in my life. Much more of a desire to learn, and an even more powerful desire to apply it to daily life. I was in heaven! After all this time of searching I had though I had finally found what I wanted. People my age, accepting the word of God... it was unheard of in my town, despite the fact that my religious education class was 20 or 30 strong. We toured St. Johns, looking at all of the history and the wonderful architecture that was present, and I wondered if this was a sign, not to give up on my faith. To only be patient and God would show me his protection and love. It doesn't go to say that he didn't, or that he was just pissing down my back...I am just saying that things didn't work out the way that I had intended, and one path that my life could have taken was shut forever. So, as the doors to the main Abbey itself opened I could feel an odd presence that was not necessarily malevolent but not good either. The Abbey has a crack down the foundation, leading all the way up to the alter. I passed it off as awe for the amazing quality and craftsmanship of the building. Where the holy water font is, there was a statue of St. John the Baptist, the patron saint from which the Abbey takes its name. It was a gruesome statue, sort of foreboding, it was long and inhumanly slender and empty sockets where there should have been eyes. Cast in black metal it was intimidating. I realized however that I recognized its basic form. I had seen spirits like this whom I called Tallwalkers. They hung around in a few locations in my hometown. I didn't know what their nature was at the time, but they also appeared along the highway, and would dart out at cars sometimes. After the tour I heard a few sighs of relief. The Abbey was huge and beautiful, but it was also very unnerving. After the tour, we got set up with our roommates, and were sorted out into our rooms. We were all situated in the boys dormitory, and separated by a floor. I was given a room with a mouse of a girl from Alaska. She was happy to be there, and we got along just fine. Over the next day, we met people, teachers, other students. We went to mini-college classes. We were given theology books to study from and a wide range of homework to ponder while we were there. At night they arranged activities like campfires, icebreakers, and other things that kept us busy. We had church three days out of the week. One of my teachers was a monk, who had some very interesting experiences to share. He taught us meditation, respect for other religions and when he was not busy, he taught us theology. He was a man that I still have a tremendous respect for even today. We didn't have much time to be homesick, and I didn't have much time to worry about what was lurking. Five nights into the two week program I woke up to my roommate's screeching. I had never heard such a strange noise in my life. I wondered why she was doing it, until I looked in front of me. There was a black shape, obviously masculine and definitely malevolent. I don't remember who raced in or turned on the light, but in the morning my roommate was gone, and I was sleeping in the dark alone. Joy. The rest of the week went by uneventfully, but then the next week I had a world of fun. I wish you could hear the sarcasm in my voice, but oh well. The elevator in our neck of the hall was nicknamed the Bloody Deathbox. For some reason, as if claustrophobia wasn't an issue in the four person elevator, the geniuses decided to paint the walls a crimson color that made things all the worse. Things tended to rattle on the way up, and most students were by now talking about the entire place as a creep show. We even had a song about how scary the Abbey was, and we would often sing it at gatherings and outings. Back on the subject of the Deathbox, people other than me started seeing some very strange things in the elevator. Either wisps that would come and go, or a silhouette of a woman on the walls, when no one else was present. Ghost stories were even told by the more bold of the students. Some of them were even true. On one outing, many of the students complained that along the other side of the river, they could see a bear, and they got scared and didn't want to walk by the area. When I walked by the area, I always saw a monk, solemnly walking his path, eyes staring intently on his path. Needless to say that the monk was very much not of the material plane. So later as I bid goodbye to the Abbey, I found myself releasing the ties that held me to the Church. I took some fond memories with me, but I realized that if I was going to protect myself, I would have to find a belief system that would not condemn me for what I saw. As for the spirits that I saw there at the Abbey, I should tell you what I have now found out. When the new Abbey was built, a monk committed suicide by hanging himself from the rafters. Since then there has been a crack in the foundation. Some still see him, repeating his actions throughout his afterlife. The man in front of the bed was believed to be a student, though I have found no research to support this. The monk by the river was said to have been attacked by the bear. The bear and the monk are occasionally seen along the river where the attack was to have taken place. The spirit in the Bloody Deathbox was not found in any of the sources I looked through. You are welcome to research yourself, but I wouldn't advise calling the Abbey itself. They tend not to talk about it. My decision was a quiet one, and I continued to infrequently go to church until I could find the right belief system that would be accepting of my sight. I continued hanging out at the GF, and began going out with John. Dusty also showed an interest in going out with me, as did Mike. John however was one of the few that really accepted my gift, and for that I will be eternally grateful. Sion would never directly contact me as in verbal speech, but she still did talk through spirit writing, and she still possessed me. I began to black out for hours at a time, and money would be missing. My eyes slowly started to turn greener than they had been, from a brownish hazel. 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Jun 12, 09 at 6:08am ^
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06-12-09
Dear Constant Reader, I appologise. The events that have taken place are cloudy in my mind. Some have happened as much as 10 years earlier, and my memory is not what it was. So if it gets confusing, please don't hesitate to ask questions. I will answer them as much as possible. I am trying to get you up to speed so that I can chronicle what will happen in the future. Something terrible has come back to haunt me. So without further adieu, I will get back to my story. ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ I stopped dating John after three weeks. He was a perfect gentleman, except for his morbid curiosity with Sion. I started going out with Mike at that time. He was a non-believer when I started going out with him, but there were some things about what I could do that he could not deny. Most of this is second hand information, but it is from someone I trust. I was driving a green little four cylinder which was a car that I still love to this day, though I no longer have it, when suddenly it was not me. Mike noticed the change, and asked if it was her. She responded by snapping her fingers, and the radio turned off. She snapped again, and the radio turned back on. He freaked out, but she only smiled. He came to know the difference between us slowly, but he knew that there was more than met the eye about me. We started going for walks with Tanner, and a few others, in a large group, over to the more haunted areas in town. One was a place where children had gone missing, and the spirits there would wait for dark and stand watching the people as they passed. No one felt safe there. They all felt like they were being watched even though I was the only one that could see what was watching them. They waited for dark, and spoke about how the land was theirs. That it belonged to the dead. Another place we would go, was a church by the GF that intrigued me very much. After the doors were closed, and the lights were off, and the world around was silent, she would come to sing. I never got the opportunity to see her, but a few of the people I took along with me could also hear her. She had a sweet soprano voice, and she would sing an old song, one that I now know to be "Lo how a rose." Its a Christmas song, and is very old. Sion warned others to stay away from the church at night, but my youth decided otherwise. On Halloween that year we found out why. It was a full moon that Halloween. The first like it for a long time. We figured that a ghost hunt would be fun. We were wrong. We went to the church first to hear the woman, and to hang out there for a while. The GF was packed with people, most of them I knew were interested in a genuine hunt and I dragged as many with me as I could. Mike was one of them, and another was Dusty. I don't remember who else was there, but I know that the woman was gone. I could no longer hear her and as I approached the building, it felt oddly foreign. I didn't know what had happened to her, but we searched the area, and then came back to the front of the building. I then saw a familiar figure appear behind Mike. It was the red cloaked figure from before. I felt a wave of power roll over me, projected from the figure, that almost pushed me over. I saw him draw a silver dagger and without thinking about it, I threw Mike out of the way. I literally felt the blade pierce my skin, and hit the first rib as he sliced upwards. Before I knew it, I was on the ground, holding the wound. I felt cold, and my skin felt like sharp with electricity. Nobody knew what happened but they knew I was in pain, and deathly cold. They moved me to a private place and waited for me to warm up. I talked to both of the guys afterward and they were genuinely afraid for my life. When they peeled back the bloodstained clothing they found that I had a cut, probably 4 to 6 inches long, and though it was shallow, it had not been there before and it had bled quite a bit. The material was untouched. I still have the scar to prove it. I found out the name that he wanted to call himself. Lucient. I am sure he gave himself that name, I have no other name for him. For a while I would see him outside of the church. Every time he would show up, and believe me, there were many encounters, my scar would open and bleed. I had an acquaintance tell me that it was a cursed wound and that it was never going to completely heal. He never tried to come through at that time, just standing there, hands tucked into the robe, hood up. His power faded more during the day, but at night he stalked me. I would try to go out for walks, and he would wait in the shadows and hide. Once during an outing I made a decision to taunt him, just to show him that I wasn't afraid. Dusty and Tanner were walking with me, and I thought I was strong enough to take whatever he could throw out at me. He didn't try to hurt me, he just scared the living daylights out of me. He took off his mask. Underneath all of that elegant and reflective silver, I could see the muscles and dried flesh that made his face. His eyes maneuvered easily, but they were as dead and black as the soul they belonged to. I was terrified. Tanner, sensing my fear took off running forward. Dusty, oblivious, kept me walking forward, but I was scared badly. I got back to the GF shaking and sweating. Soon after, I stopped going as much to the GF. I hung around town, but I avoided going to that place. I made the mistake of getting too close once. Me and four friends were riding in the back of Mike's car, and goofing off. He drove past the church, and at first everything seemed fine. Then after about a minute my scar erupted in pain, and I saw the familiar figure form in between myself and John who was in the back with me. I ordered Mike to stop the car, and the two of us girls tucked and rolled. Mike slammed on the accelerator for some ungodly reason, trapping him and John in the back with the angry specter. He rolled around the corner when he felt that things were safe, but John tumbled out of he car with a gash on his throat. We now had been cut by the same thing. My fears for Mike began to silently creep up without me hardly realizing it. What would happen to he guy I had been friends with for almost my entire life, if I could not get a grip on my abilities and block out the harmful spirits that seemed to have targeted me? ------------------- http://www.neoseeker.com/forums/32/t1338854-posession-obsession-entry-07-02-09-rated-story-cc-welcome/#0 | |
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It's honestly quite good, but, that's in part to the amount of writing there is. I generally like stories that have long segments or parts like this, because you get more and more for your time.
I also like the style that you use to write with. It's moving along well, but you're giving us everything we need to know and describing everything well. This is not bad at all, not bad at all. | |
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As much as I write I still feel like there is so much more that I need to include, and so little time before things go back to the way they were. Mike and I continued on for a little while as if nothing happened, and for a while everything was calm. Kelsie had moved away, and for a while I felt very alone without her. I knew that my abilities had not left me, I could still feel the presence of Lucient around me, often at odd times. He attacked two of my friends over the course of two months, but nothing was ever really done about it. I did not know how to protect myself. It was at this point in time I went to spend a while with a friend in the Twin Cities. Instead of it being two cities close together it is a conglomerate of many different cities, all within a very close distance to each other. Within twenty minutes of arriving, I had already been in 14 different suburbs and towns. It was overwhelming, but the time I spent there opened my eyes to a different world than the one I had established in my hometown. While there I purchased a hand crafted garnet necklace that was made by a whitesmith. I felt an unusual energy from it, almost protective. While the necklace that I had was very powerful, this was a different kind of power. Somehow, through some searching I did on the internet I came across Blood magic, and before knowing how dangerous it was, or really understanding what I was doing, I doused it in my own blood. It ended up working for some reason, and I gave it as a gift to Mike. It served him well, and protected him from attacks of negative spirits such as Lucient for the duration of the time that he had it, however short our time was together. Mike was warned previous to my decision about our break up. Sion told him that he was not safe around me, and that I was going to break up with him. Sometime after that the necklace dissappeared. Within three weeks I had ended it for his protection, and we remain friends to this day, though he is convinced that some part of me is crazy. The necklace showed up hanging on the rear view mirror of my car after I broke up with him. It astounds me to this day. My relationship with Dusty however began to strengthen. We started playing Dungeons and Dragons, a role playing game that just screamed for my attention. We began to become more attracted to each other, despite our rocky start. After I stopped being a Catholic, my tight leash on my dogma released slowly, and I no longer was offended by many of the things that I had once been. We began going out at the beginning of my Sophomore year, and were pretty much inseparable. I began hanging out with more of his crowd. Chicklet who was the coolest outcast I had ever met. Chad who was an open and terribly charismatic Luciferian, Paul and Joe were two people who undoubtably had knowledge of the occult who I began to learn more from. Janelle who knew nothing about the occult but was one of the nicest people I had ever met. My social circle was ever growing. Tanner grew distant with puberty, however we still hung out often enough. Over the years I started gathering people to me who were gifted in ways that I did not yet understand. Even Mike's new girlfriend Sam was interested, but at that time I felt sort of a rivalry between us, so I kept her at a distance. In my Senior year of high school, I broke up with Dusty and remained single for that part. It did not change the fact that we were friends but it made things difficult considering that he loved to flirt. I lost my medal that I had been given, even as much as I was attached to it, I figured that I was losing that aspect of my abilities, since Sion had not shown up for quite some time. After high school, I immediately started college and made new friends. I was getting a little too old for the GF, but I still hung out with people there, mostly in the parking lot. Sam and Mike stopped going so often too, but I found that the Card Shop held promise for me, so I began to stick around there. Dusty had introduced me to the people, and I began to hang out there even if he was not with me. I also began my in depth study of Native American Spirituality there, and I switched over to make that my focus. The students openly talked about spirits. It is also where I learned to first see aura's. I could look at many people and find that I could see a white line around them, hazy for many but strong and vital in others. I learned many things about protecting myself in those classes. My social life and my spiritual life bloomed, and for the first time in my life I began to be aware that I was truly happy. I would spend my nights usually hanging out at the Card shop, or with Joe and Paul. We would go to the new Catholic church in town and hunt for what we called Tallwalkers. I have mentioned them many times. Asking my teacher, I found out that they were animal and Native American spirits, and that in the area of the church, one great battle between US troops and the Native Americans had occurred. They were friendly and helpful as long as you did not push things with them or disrespect them. I can personally attest to that. In any case, it became common for me to see them, even on the roads. I came to find out that another name for them were shadow people. They were not good or bad, but guardians of the natural world, or their favored charge. I would deposit tobacco and we would watch them move and weave through the trees, their presence leaving an echo of power behind them. I began to respect the gifts that I had been given, finally after all these years, being able to understand the things that I could do. I trained myself more and more, with spirit writing, possession and aura manipulation. The first two years of college were wonderful, but that was all about to end, swiftly. ------------------- http://www.neoseeker.com/forums/32/t1338854-posession-obsession-entry-07-02-09-rated-story-cc-welcome/#0 | |
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Jul 05, 09 at 8:37pm ^
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Are you actually gonna finish this one? Its good to see you write a non-fiction for once.
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Jul 23, 09 at 8:55pm ^
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you never mentioned if John died from his wound from being cut in the throat, i think normally someone would die but i guess this is a different kind of dagger than the ones i am thinking of? And by the way, very good, interesting story, there is a few typos but very few and it's a very good story, so since you said it's kinda true and kinda fiction, is it like an exaggerated truth like they do on movies that are based on true stories to make them better?
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Jul 28, 09 at 11:26pm ^
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He did not die, his scar, like mine was shallow, but it bled badly. He moved away, and i have not heard from him in years.
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Apr 04, 11 at 11:17am ^
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Dear Constant Reader, "Ka is a wheel" Steven King I realize now that the people I have met, and those that I have drawn to my side, even the places that I have been; these things that were seemingly coincidence now seem to outline a general fate that I cannot deny. It's almost as if some guiding force binds not only myself but my friends too. There is a running joke that no one really leaves Minnesotas Iron Range, that no matter how many times people try to leave, they always come back. People and ghosts alike seem to be drawn back to such land. The area I grew up in was haunted in multiple locations sprawled randomly about town, at a frequency that I have rarely encountered after. Such as it was for Kelsie. As I began college for Native Studies, a fellow friend and student reintroduced me to her again, though it was as if the 6 years had never even past. Kelsie and I have a particularly strong relationship, surprisingly she had been looking for spiritual advisement, since a spirit had attached itself to her. The spirit that she was having problems with were thought to be caused by a ghost named Will. Will was not a friendly spirit, and would occassionally possess the person that reintroduced me to Kelsie. Matt frequently became possessed by the vengeful spirit of Will, with severe consequences to his mental and physical wellbeing. Kelsie too had bouts of pain in her lower back on the right, while I shared an empathic bond with kelsie that mirrored pain on my left side in exactly the same spot. Every time that she hurt, I would too. Little did I know that Will was not the only ghost we were dealing with. ------------------- http://www.neoseeker.com/forums/32/t1338854-posession-obsession-entry-07-02-09-rated-story-cc-welcome/#0 | |
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Dear Constant Reader, I suppose I should explain how the spirit world works, as according to what I have percieved during my time as a spirit hunter, student and medium. The experience of seeing a spirit is never one that I have gone into too much detail on. This is largely because even in the same ghost or spirit is never ever the same. People often ask what is the difference between a ghost and a spirit. The simplest answer is that a ghost has lived in one form or another on this earth, it may be built up energy trapped in one location, looped in time indefinitely, as in residual hauntings, having no control over it's manifestation, or surroundings. The other is an intelligent which is able to interact with the mortal world. Often they can communicate through radio waves, phone lines (which has happened to me), and video. Temperature and electromagnetic waves have been noted to correlate with audio interference in the form of disembodied voices and have led paranormal theorists to determine that they can be affected, though these tests are often dismissed as inconclusive or labeled as equipment failure by skeptics, personal experiences are the best indicator of when a haunting is occurring. Thermal is affected by ghosts in hot or cold spots that do not come from any known draft, and are centralized in an area that is unexplainably chilled or hot. Electromagnetic fields are affected by ghosts who drain the energy from their surroundings in order to manifest or make their presence known. This could explain the feeling that people get when they sense a ghost first hand. Goosebumps, the hair on the back of the neck standing up, a feeling of paranoia, or a feeling of impending doom, a feeling of being watched. All of these indicate mild EMF poisoning. Buildings with no power should register a 0.0 on the emf scale, and a base reading in every room should be taken during an investigation if it is not. Usual readings range from 1.0 to 5.0 but electrical wiring, appliances, and fuse boxes are the greatest source of explainable emf, and can range from the 10.0 to causing an error in the detector at 299.0. Emf cages or so called fear cages can be mistaken as ghosts due to the symptoms of emf poisoning. Spikes due to paranormal activity are usually in the range of 20.0 and up, and the higher the emf, the better the chance of activity. People should not stay in high emf areas for more than an hour, since prolonged exposure could be hazardous. Either way, ghosts have a low probability of causing physical harm or illness unless extremely powerful, or unless invited (a disadvantage of provoking ghosts). shadow people often fall into this category. Spirits unlike ghosts have never lived, they consist of entities such as animal spirits which take the form needed to protect itself or its animal totem (for an example, research Jodie the pig demon that tormented the Lutz' family), they also include windego, most kami, and are often confused with Demons. This is partially due to a language error. Daemons were considered guardian spirits in early spiritual study, but with the advent of Christianity the word was changed to demon to solidify the Churches position that made ghosts out to be evil, and contact with them worthy of excommunication. The truth is that most spirits have a personal adgenda, indicating that even without a brain (let alone a body) a spirit retains memories, aspirations and goals. It's an interesting thought once pondered. They are more likely to be physically interactive like scratches, bruises, manifesting in view of a camera, or answering questions during an evp or k2 session. The only thing is that some spirits can masquerade as demons to gain power so provoking a classified spirit is not smart. They also are not necessarily bound to one place and can frighten or influence investigators long after an investigation is done. Demons/ Angels are entities of evil or pure intent, they serve powerful elemental primal forces that have had a direct affect on our lives wether religious, spiritual or atheist. It's not about god or the devil, or anything that crazy, the title angel or demon conveys the idea of the intent of the entity, a demon may not mention a battle with heaven or a personal vendetta against the Throne, but most demons seem to manifest to collect souls, cause suffering or to advance in power. Angelic manifestations usually are part of a special or holy event taking place or a chance meeting of fate, there are no known cases of angelic hauntings, and angelic possessions are rare, as is communication between mortals and angels have become rare. As for the gods themselves.... Well we will all find out eventually, right? ------------------- http://www.neoseeker.com/forums/32/t1338854-posession-obsession-entry-07-02-09-rated-story-cc-welcome/#0 | |
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