Sunday, September 22, 2013

Story Time Sunday #3: That Time Our Daughter Was Possessed (Like, Really Possessed)

Caution now: This story is super-weird, and if you scare easily, is going to give you goosebumps. This stuff really happened... I couldn't make it up if I tried.

When The Girl was 4 years old, we bought our first house. It was a 1960s one story, with the kitchen, master bedroom and dining room on one side of the house, the kids' bedrooms and main bathroom on the other side of the house, and the living room in the middle. In the 9 months or so prior to moving into this house, we had just moved back to the states from England, were living in base housing, and decided to move once again into our very own home.

Strange things happened in this house.

It started shortly after we moved in. The Girl started having night terrors, screaming so loud that it would wake us up on the other side of the house. We figured it was just all the moving and upheaval we had done in the last year- that she wasn't adapting so well to it.

The Girl looked just
like this scene from
the movie, "The Ring"
Sure... We'll stick with that theory.

One night, I woke up in the middle of the night because I felt something weird. When I turned over to look at Hubby, there was The Girl, standing perfectly still, on Hubby's side of the bed, hair in her face, just staring at us. I shook Hubby awake, who looked right at The Girl, yelled out some obscenity, and sat straight up in bed. I was frozen. I couldn't move, it was so creepy. He flipped on the light, and she just continued to stand perfectly still, and stare at us. Hubby got out of bed and walked The Girl back to her room, where she climbed back into bed like nothing had happened. To this day, we have no idea how long she was standing at the side of our bed, just staring at us.

The bedside staring incident happened several times over the course of about 2-3 weeks, and each time, The Girl had absolutely no recollection of it the next day. We weren't even sure if she
was awake, asleep, or somewhere in between.

On the very next night after what ended up being the last of these bedside staring episodes (which makes this even creepier), Hubby was awakened by the sound of The Girl screaming again- another night terror. He told me he'd handle it, and let me stay in bed. He came back in the room, what seemed like a lifetime later, white as a sheet.
Yeah. This. Pic from The Movie Spot

Me: Holy crap, honey, what's wrong?
Hubby: (opened his mouth to speak, then just closed it, putting his hand over his mouth)
Me: What? What happened? Is The Girl okay?
Hubby: She is now.
Me: What do you mean, Now?
Hubby: I went in there. And she... she was... she...
Me: (starting to get scared out of my mind) She WHAT?
Hubby: She was sitting straight up, cross-legged on her bed.
Me: .... Okay....
Hubby: Facing the wall.
Me: ........................... Okay.......................
Hubby: Rocking back and forth, just screaming.
Me: ............................. What the f*ck?
Hubby: Yeah. Shit was straight out of a horror movie, Morgan. It was like she was possessed. 
Me: Holy crap, is she okay?
Hubby: Yeah. I went over and tried to wake her up, and she just quit crying and screaming. It's like she woke up, then just laid down and went back to sleep.
Me: ..... Um..... I.... don't......
Hubby: Exactly. I don't either.

Whether you believe in stuff like this or not, believe me when I say that the next day I read everything I could on cleansing a house, grabbed herbs, incense and crystals from my new age store, and went to town on that house, with special concentration on my kids' room. I put crystals under their beds, salt at their windows, dream catchers above their beds, and smudged the entire house with sage and herbs that the books told me were for exorcisms. You consult every single major belief system when something like this happens in your home, believe me. And you know what?

We never had that problem again. The Girl's night terrors stopped, she never stood over our bed, staring at us, and she was never found rocking and screaming her head off, staring at the wall. So, while I believed in supernatural stuff before, I was certainly a devout believer then.

We did have problems a year or so later with a strange "man" that hung around the house and would call me by name when I was the only one in the house, and with a door that would open on its own, despite being locked and the chain locked, too. And then there was that one night that my friends and I decided to play with a spirit board in the Florida room, and had the candles almost blow completely out around us as the spirit board spelled out, "Here."

But that's all stuff for another Story Time Sunday...



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3 comments:

  1. Oh why did I read this just now?

    *getting my blanky*

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  2. You must have known I was up by myself with all the lights out and just finished watching paranormal witness. Thanks, I guess I am not getting to sleep any time soon....

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  3. Omg!!! That's insane!!

    My son talks in his sleep and sleeps with his eyes open when he's really tired...he'll sit up randomly in bed and just sit for a bit...its strange.

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