posted May 14, 2014 09:44 PM            

I'll add a story soon and keep adding since my experiences keep on a comin'.

So experiences take all forms, you have dreams, seeing things, hearing things, feeling things, flashes or visions, premonitions, seeing/meeting creatures that are supposed to be a myth, telekinesis, telepathy, et cetera!

Oh and if you read other people's stories and have a similar experience then quote the story that jogged your memory. Really, we're not picky!

posted May 14, 2014 10:10 PM            

One of the biggest experiences of my life was when I had just moved into my first apartment with my partner. We didn't have a lot of money and it was this set of these 5 single level units that were impossibly small. But we made it work!

Anyways, after awhile of being there I started to see shadows a lot. I love dancing and I would see them when I was exerting a lot of energy. It was odd but I am (I think) healthily skeptical so I passed it off as normal.

From my past experiences I learned that I always hear it coming before I see it. It's as if all of the noise around, the cars driving past, the stereo playing, the chirp of birds or crickets, the t.v. whatever it is, will be turned up. It's normal volume one second and then it feels like my head is full of the sound, like a volume knob on my head has been put on full blast.

I'll think "oh no, it's too loud, everything is too loud." This is always what I think.

In this case, I'm cleaning up the little apartment. There are two small bedrooms, a living room/kitchen, the bathroom and then the teeny tiny toilet room connected to the laundry. It's all seen from the front door so you can imagine the size haha.

I'm zipping around with some music on the stereo, the stereo is sitting in the back corner bedroom. I walk out of that room and go toward the kitchen counter and start wiping it down.

-Volume turns up in my head-

I stop immediately and start the little chant in my head "it's too loud, this is too loud." and drop the rag I'm using and I walk into the bedroom to turn the stereo down. I lean down to touch the knob but everything slows down. It's like slow motion and then stop. My hand is there hovering just before the knob and all of a sudden, I'm in two places. It's like I'm floating in the corner of the room while I'm still leaning down to grab that dial.

There are mirrors behind me on the wall. They're my vanity table mirrors and I see a woman in them.

She has crazy hair, like she's mentally insane. It's black and so are her eyes. She has the most furious look on her face. Like I'm the most vile thing in the world and I've taken something from her. She has on this tattered little shift dress and is carrying a massive knife.

It's raised and stabbing in a downward motion, toward my back.

This woman intends to kill me.

The amount of fear coursing through me at this point is IMMENSE.

All of a sudden, everything snaps back. I'm back in my body and the first thing I do is pivot around, placing my hands over my face. I do this so fast that after my pivot I actually fall backward onto my butt. My hands are shaking in front of my eyes and I'm pulling that dumb look that everyone pulls when devastatingly frightened.

I slowly move my hands from covering my eyes and no. one. is. there.

I'm alone and shaking.

I immediately turn off the music and walk out into the living room. I think to myself "Okay. . . no more going in that room." and just sat in the living room, terrified until my partner returned home.

I took down the mirrors there and decided not to trust mirrors. Always wondering if someone is looking at me through them, that I can't see.

posted May 15, 2014 12:33 AM            

So anyway, approaching my 12th b-day in October I was playing by myself in the woods again when I noticed it was getting darker. But instead of going home I dug a fire pit and tried to start a fire (but all the wood was too wet). As I was about to give up I heard a man whistling and froze in fear. I then noticed that it was definitely twilight, a few of the street lights were coming on, and someone was walking the street, and I felt utter terror. I dropped what I was doing and hid. Given that I was in the darkening woods, street lamps should blind anyone on the street trying to look to where I was and all that I should've been safe and yet I had this overwhelming feeling to "shut my eyes until he passes." I thought that was silly and just HAD to see who it was.

I saw a long, tall whistling man walk by but there was something wrong with how he walked, and I just couldn't see his face, and I felt if I did I'd understand something though also that understanding might destroy me (looking the gorgon in the face?). He stopped whistling and looked into the gloomy woods and somehow I knew I couldn't let his eyes land on me and took off running. I heard him crashing through the woods moments after.

My terror was so total that the memory is a blur but I came out on a dead end street with new houses for sale. I briefly thought of going to one house where someone obviously lived or to the next street but knew the man would find me if I did and I wouldn't escape so instead I went to the 2-story garage that I found myself by. After finding the door locked I tried the car door which came up about a foot and I barely squeezed inside and ran up the stairs that were present. I was still freaked as I heard the man come out of the woods and tried to calm my racing breath so he couldn't hear me as he tried the locked door and then lifted the car door and struggled to crawl in. He grunted a few times but he never said anything, not even profanity.

By now it was night and he shown a flashlight around, both from under the car door and also outside up into the 2nd story windows. After awhile he started whistling again as he walked away, and I experienced a brief urge to try to get another look at him but resisted, which was good as the flashlight beam touched the window again more than once.

I don't know how long I waited in that dark garage crying, but it was a long while before I felt brave enough to sneak outside and creep silently home. Once I was close enough I broke into a run and ran inside sobbing. My 'rents (who were drunk) weren't that concerned and Dad said it was a Halloween (about 2 weeks away) prank and if I hadn't run then he wouldn't have chased me.

That night I had horrible nightmares of vampires after me, especially a master vampire who could dominate and control all other vampires he created (including my parents) and he was determined to get me (I could fly just out of reach, but that only helped a little). I felt as if some malevolent intelligence was possessing all the vampire bodies, more like the evil dead in which one demon killed people and then added their corpses to its vampire army with no significant individuality between them at all (though it could access memories within the brain).

And then I thought I woke up to the man outside the garage trying to open my bedroom door. I knew there was no lock so I ran to hold the knob and had to fight to keep him out and I woke up shrieking. And I had that nightmare repeatedly (and would from time to time well into my 20s).

But here's where it gets really weird:

For the next few weeks I was surrounded by poltergeist effects. Dishes slid across the counter without being touched to fall without breaking (though they should've, and I think I recall them feeling warm when I picked them up as it startled me), a small globe on top of the fridge threw itself across the kitchen, the phone would ring weakly with no one there, and once at school my binder slid by itself and as I feared my papers would get loose when it crashed I heard the rings click open before it fell and the papers flew all over the classroom. The teacher herself looked puzzled, the boy next to me was staring wide-eyed, and it became clear they'd really rather not know. And electricity acted weird so that as I'd walk school hallways the lights above me would flicker, and I also found that touching a compass made the needle move around weird. I showed my science teacher asking why it did that and she said in a very queasy voice that she didn't know and I knew she didn't want to talk about it and she never mentioned it again.

Meanwhile I continued to have nightmares of being hunted by vampires. This all (at least the poltergeist effects) faded away in late November, early December.

An expert in poltergeists told me that it was common for young girls afflicted with this to experience being attacked first, and it was usually by something supernatural, or at least a man from a nightmare who was never seen before or ever again. As I had a chaotic home life and wrote a lot of fairy tales with bogeyman in them he believes that my psi-generated poltergeist effects manifested a bogeyman and thus he wasn't real...or at least not in the conventional sense. Girls caught by these bogeymen are often beaten and sexually assaulted, though none are known to have died. He looked real uncomfortable when I asked, "If any are killed by these psi-generated bogeymen, then how would we know?"

posted May 15, 2014 12:35 AM            

...I can share about an experience that started off as creepy.

Plagued by terrible nightmares I created a program for myself to overcome them (and it helped, but that's another story). I'd just used some self-hypnosis to hopefully help myself handle nightmares better and then ended it listening to Demon Slayer while still in an altered state of consciousness (btw, I'd later sing this song to a little girl troubled by nightmares and she said it helped).

But right after I put on the radio while I got ready for bed and the first song to come on (that they hadn't played in years) was Witches by Switchblade Symphony!

...Your dreams are filled
With blood and gore
Now they're right outside your door
They're gonna get you

A spider's love bite
May find you tonight
Monsters, they eat
Your kind of meat

And they're moving as far as they can
And as fast as they can
Now it's getting hot, hot
Now it's getting hot, hot
Run for water
Now it's getting too hot
Nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, ha ha ha

It felt as if my nightmares were letting me know they weren't going to give up without a fight. I shuddered as I wondered what independent existence my nightmares might have (contributed to a poem I'd later make which I've shared on LL before but the LL search engine can't find it), and if they could make a song come on the radio then what else could they do?

But instead of staying awake all night as I thought of doing I instead quoted Emily Dickinson (a poem that helped me through a traumatic event before) in preparation for defiantly going to sleep:

An awful tempest mashed the air,
The clouds were gaunt and few;
A black, as of a spectre's cloak,
Hid heaven and earth from view.

The creatures chuckled on the roofs
And whistled in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth,
And swung their frenzied hair.

The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was Paradise!

And as soon as I fell asleep I was in a weird, disturbing dream where I was partially in my room, partially somewhere else, and hearing frightening voices talking to me but I couldn't make sense out of what was being said (though I felt like it SHOULD make sense). And then I realized I was asleep but got scared that a burglar had broken in and was slowly coming to my sleeping form. Yet as I realized it was a dream (I asked myself "Am I dreaming?") I used an act of will--though this did take some effort--to pull up the sun until the sun was shining in everywhere. Encouraged, I continued to make changes, and fairly soon I was skating in the bike lane by the beach. I think the dream went into something else from that point, but it was no longer a nightmare.

Encouraged, I continued to work to overcome it and I eventually did.

posted May 15, 2014 02:09 AM            

The first thing that struck me about the man is how you say that something was wrong with how he walked. Do you mean that his legs seemed to be shaped different, like a bird's legs?

The second was how you wanted to close your eyes. By the way, I guess "curiosity killed the cat" is appropriate here. (Yikes!) I'm wondering if there was some sort of controlling aspect to his eyes. I've seen people with black eyes and it's like they mesmerize you temporarily. I've seen spirits/entities catch a scent without eyes so I'm inclined to think that there was something special about his eyes/face, since you really wanted to close yours. The saying "Eyes are the window to the soul" comes to mind. What do you think?

Then the games he played with you. He started whistling again to draw you out and when he did, you got that urge again. Maybe it was something to do with his mouth then? The whistling has some magic to it? But then why didn't he say anything to you or curse in frustration at the locked door and the car door? Was the whistling kind of like a lure but he wasn't capable of much more communication?

The dreams that you had for so long, vampires being the character your mind used. Doesn't it resemble the old trying to steal your soul thing? If we look at it in that light, you're keeping a door closed, holding it closed out of sheer willpower. You're making sure that he can't get in. You're in your bedroom, your private place, the IC literally represents inside your body, your soul's seat.

You could have been more open at this time and this creature struck out to connect with you before your window to the other side closed. Maybe this triggered the PK to become more erratic.

I know that around 12/13 I experienced things moving without being touched and a lot of young girls become interested in ouija boards around that age too. Maybe it's like a rite of passage or something?

I'll post a story from a non-fiction book on teenage girls, vampires and ouija boards soon, it's an interesting read.

posted May 15, 2014 04:17 PM            

Anyway, so I'm there with two friends, I'll name them Alex and Brenda for privacy reasons. Alex was sitting in the passenger seat, and Brenda asked me to drive, so she moved to the backseat. We drove through the road, which has a folk-tale about witches having been burned or buried on it. Something along those lines.

Nothing really happened throughout our time on the road, until we started driving back home. Brenda was staring out of her window at absolutely nothing. Like, truthfully staring, as if she'd dazed off. I kept calling her name and she didn't even blink. I asked Alex to turn around and try to talk to her, as I was driving and couldn't focus all my attention on her, and Brenda was unresponsive. I eventually hit her knee and she turned her head slowly, slightly cocking it to the side to look at me. I'll never forget her face or her eyes. Her eyes were pitch black and lifeless. She looked empty. Her face was pale white. I couldn't emulate it if I tried. I asked her if she was okay and that she was beginning to scare me. She began to laugh hysterically.

When she began laughing, Alex and I thought she was trying to joke around, so we sort of told her off. Neither one of us laughed with her, but she continued laughing. She stopped laughing and immediately fell asleep. Her head dropped and she slept almost the whole way home. At this point, Alex and I were thinking that she must've been overtired or something, never even giving mind to it potentially being a paranormal situation.

As we arrived back into our hometown (40 minutes later), Brenda woke up. She had no recollection of anything that had happened, the last thing she remembered was arriving to the "haunted" road. Alex and I didn't believe her until she swore on her father's grave. I was still skeptical, thinking that she was really trying to screw around with us. We dropped Alex off and when I was driving myself home (it was Brenda's car), she began to ask me what happened. As I explained it all to her, she started crying because of how terrified she was. At that point, I knew she wasn't kidding and she was serious.

She dropped me off and I stood outside and smoked a cigarette. I was on the phone with Alex, discussing what had just happened to all of us, when I saw a raccoon in a tree. He made eye contact with me and wouldn't look away. I started walking closer to the front of my house, and he just followed me with his eyes. He climbed higher into the tree yet never broke eye contact with me. I was pretty creeped out so I went inside.

posted May 15, 2014 05:36 PM            

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Originally posted by MsPrism:
you say that something was wrong with how he walked. Do you mean that his legs seemed to be shaped different, like a bird's legs?

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The Whistling Man walked as if...sort of like a puppet (it's scaring me trying to remember the details). My impression was that something was "wearing" that human and using it like a shoe. Possessed? Glamor not quite right? I couldn't say.

Though maybe it's worth pointing out that how we walk can reveal our backgrounds much like our accents. I was once taught how to disguise myself and told how one walked was as important as the words one used and the clothes one wore.

And one guy who had been stationed somewhere in Africa where native blacks feuded a lot told me that American blacks stationed with him had problems. After one had been attacked he'd asked one of the locals and he said American blacks "walked funny." In a place where tribal affiliation was important due to the dramatic and sometimes violent interactions between them it was disconcerting when they saw someone and couldn't instantly figure out where they belonged (and thus how to act toward or what to expect from that person) which scared them given how fast things could get violent...and fear can easily lead to anger & violence as happened to that American.

posted May 15, 2014 05:50 PM            

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Originally posted by MsPrism:
The second was how you wanted to close your eyes. By the way, I guess "curiosity killed the cat" is appropriate here. (Yikes!) I'm wondering if there was some sort of controlling aspect to his eyes. I've seen people with black eyes and it's like they mesmerize you temporarily. I've seen spirits/entities catch a scent without eyes so I'm inclined to think that there was something special about his eyes/face, since you really wanted to close yours. The saying "Eyes are the window to the soul" comes to mind. What do you think?

Then the games he played with you. He started whistling again to draw you out and when he did, you got that urge again. Maybe it was something to do with his mouth then? The whistling has some magic to it? But then why didn't he say anything to you or curse in frustration at the locked door and the car door? Was the whistling kind of like a lure but he wasn't capable of much more communication?

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It was dark enough (streetlights were on but nothing directly above him) and I was far enough way in the woods that I doubt I could've clearly seen his eyes. Had he been human then there was no way he could've seen me hidden in the woods with its deep shadows right then, especially not with streetlights ruining his night vision.

A disturbing part is that something wasn't right with his face either. I tried to see it and yet whatever it was "couldn't hold in memory" and maybe that's part of why I don't believe it was human. Unfortunately, I still don't have the perfect words to describe it with even today.

As for "why only whistle," I couldn't say other than I've come across accounts of other paranormal incidents that involved a whistling (example). Likewise, none of the attacks that I recall preceding a little girl being the center of poltergeist activity had the man saying anything either, not a single word or verbal command as he attacked her.

posted May 15, 2014 06:01 PM            

Here's how I envisioned vampires, particularly from my nightmares (especially about 3:17-3:23):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojLia2AXVug

More like evil spirits no longer human with no identity of who they had been before (though they'd be able to access memories stored in the brain). Nothing romantic about them nor is it "living forever." And the reason they didn't have shadows or reflections is because they weren't entirely physical anymore, they were more spirit while tied to the body that was their instrument (or utensil) in this world. And that was also why strong auras could sometimes resist them (and why they might then need an invite).

posted May 15, 2014 07:11 PM            

The puppet image is very creepy. I wonder why your intuition told you to close your eyes. I mean I think your soul was trying to help you, children are usually very perceptive, like animals are perceptive of things not of this world. Although, children still make mistakes and trust beings they shouldn't.

I've never seen anything like that, a puppet or a human suit of some type. I do know personally that immortal vampires exist but they aren't shells of their former selves with only evil intent. They don't need to be invited in. Maybe humans in the past have somehow lumped two types of entities that have similar characteristics together?

Have you heard of the black eyed kids/people? Why are vampires and demons so acceptably characterized with black eyes? Why does that eye color strike us all with a feeling of evil?

Here's that story I promised. Do you think that this sort of possession would have happened to you if you didn't fight off those vampires?

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Devon and the Vampire Choir

The Ouija talking board is marketed as a game, and is used by many as a means of divination. On the board are the letters of the alphabet, the words “yes” and “no” and numbers. You place your fingertips on a little plastic pointer that sits on three felt-tipped legs, ask a question and wait to see if the pointer will move to spell out or indicate an answer. The modern Ouija was created in 1892 and has enjoyed steady popularity as a parlor game. (The meaning of its name is not certain; some say it is the combination of the French and German words for yes, oui and ja.) Some people use it as a device to try to communicate with spirits and the dead. In concept, talking boards date back more than 2500 years -- the ancient Chinese, Greeks and Romans all used similar means to communicate with spirits and the dead and to divine the future.

The game seems harmless enough. Either nothing happens, or, perhaps the pointer moves jerkily from letter to letter, most likely propelled by the subconscious desires of the user. Two or more persons can place their fingertips on the pointer and act in concert.

Many persons who use the Ouija have a good time. Some even have contacted what appear to be evolved and intelligent entities. For example, one of the classics in modern occult literature is The Betty Book, written by Stewart Edward White and based upon the communication between his wife, Betty, and a host of spirits called “the Invisibles.” Contact with the spirits began in 1919 when the Whites tried the Ouija as a parlor game. The Invisibles progressed to communicating through Betty in automatic writing and then a sort of trance channeling, in which Betty “set aside” her consciousness and relayed what the Invisibles had to say. The spirits' messages dealt with advice for humankind's spiritual progress. After seventeen years of sessions, the Whites organized and published the book. Similarly, in the 1960s, Jane Roberts, an upstate New York poet and writer, began using the Ouija with her husband and encountered an entity who became known as Seth. Communication with Seth progressed to automatic writing and then direct channeling, in which Seth used the vocal chords of an entranced Roberts to speak. Seth dictated a number of books outlining his esoteric philosophy which became bestsellers.

Journalist Ruth Montgomery began her occult exploration with seances and the Ouija in the 1950s; she felt the Ouija enabled her to make contact with her dead father and others. Montgomery also progressed to automatic writing, which she said enabled her to communicate with a host of spirits of the dead, all of whom helped her author a string of bestsellers. However, critics of the Ouija contend it's not so harmless and may even be dangerous. The user asks a question but has little or no control over what comes through. Some psychologists say that the device enables communication with the subconscious. The user risks dredging up repressed material from the depths of the psyche that he or she is unable to deal with it and thus suffers adverse reactions . Some occultists and Christian authorities say the board communicates with external forces and invites possession by evil entities. Users who wish to contact spirits more or less put out an open call to anything that's listening. Critics say those listening entities are malicious, earthbound spirits whose sole purpose is to amuse themselves by tormenting human beings. If a user is psychically open or psychologically vulnerable, these entities can invade and take over.

Regardless of whether a talking board reaches in or out, problems sometimes occur, and they often follow a pattern. The messages seem to come from a personality who gives a name, and who initially seems friendly, helpful and amusing. The user, thoroughly entertained and intrigued, spends more and more time at the board, consulting what appears to be an amazing oracle. After the user becomes dependent on the communication, the messages turn darker and harsher. The user is instructed to do unpleasant or dangerous things, or is threatened with death at the hands of the spirit. The entity may communicate or manifest without being summoned through the board. At that point, extreme measures are required to disengage from the situation. Users may require psychological counseling and therapy. Some turn to religion for help in casting out demons. In 1970-71 in Connecticut, two sixteen-year-old high school girls took up the Ouija and sent out an open call. What answered identified itself as a vampire.

Devon, as the vampire introduced himself, quickly established a rapport with Ann and Mary (pseudonyms), who were fans of Dark Shadows. He seemed to be a likable and charming personality . Mary, tall and slender with straight dark hair that fell well below her shoulders, shared the secret about Devon with a third girl whom she knew casually, a fifteen-year-old named Eva (also a pseudonym). Eva was soon swept into the romantic intrigue with Ann and Mary and their vampire friend.

Eva is now in her thirties and works in financial services in the Southwest. She recalled her experiences for me, but it wasn't easy; for years she had deliberately tried to forget some of the memories in an effort to detach herself from the unpleasant events that unfolded.

The focal point of the intrigue with Devon was Ann, a secretive but charismatic girl with long, light brown hair and an inscrutable face. She was a marvel at the Ouija board . She would take off her glasses and place her fingertips on the pointer . She was so nearsighted that she could not read the letters withoutwithout her glasses, yet the pointer would zoom around the board so fast that Mary and Eva had trouble keeping up with the messages. Ann undoubtedly was psychically open. Her mother was involved in witchcraft, and had raised Ann with a host of magical practices and objects. Ann kept a chest in her bedroom that was full of magical objects, including “luckies,” or amulets, and wax figurines (poppets) for casting spells. Ann's mother wasn't directly involved in the communications with the vampire, but perhaps had provided some fertile ground for the wrong kind of unsupervised occult activity. Devon told the girls that he and Ann had been cousins in past lives in eighteenth-century England. He had been the Earl of Devonshire, he said, and he and Ann were romantically involved. A jealous third party put a curse on Devon to become a vampire forever. He fed on Ann's blood and accidentally killed her by draining too much. Now Devon was able to reunite with his love in her latest incarnation through the Ouija, and he sustained himself once again by drinking her blood at night. According to Ann, Devon would often manifest in her bedroom . They would speak directly to one another, and enjoyed a physical relationship. She gave him her blood. Sometimes, she went out at night on strange nocturnal trips. It remained a mystery where she went and what she did.

Ann said Devon was a man of average height and looks with brown hair -- a bit like Barnabas Collins, the vampire on Dark Shadows. He had canine fangs . But instead of swallowing the blood when he bit, he sucked it up through his fangs which were hollow like straws.

This peek at the supernatural fascinated Eva . She had been raised a devout Christian, and only the summer before had had a profound religious experience while participating in a missionary program in the Orient. When Mary suggested that Eva spend the night at her house so that the three of them could talk to Devon, Eva eagerly agreed. She wasn't sure why Mary was drawing her into her confidence -- Ann was opposed to it --but Eva wanted to go along for the ride, and Ann the agreed. Perhaps Mary had involved Eva intuitively as a stabilizing influence. Eva had a fresh, shiny persona. With dark blonde hair and a sweet face, she was the kind of girl whom others felt comfortable to be around and to confide in. Her grounding in religion may also have appealed intuitively to Mary, who may have already sensed a darkening of clouds on the occult horizon.

When the overnight at Mary's arrived, the girls got out the Ouija and Ann contacted Devon. He entertained them with clever stories and jokes, and elaborated on his past-life history with Ann. Eva had never seen anything like it. When the hour grew late, the girls retired. “Ann went to bed first,” Eva said. “Mary and I were out of the room when we heard this thumping noise. We walked into her room and turned on the lights in time to see an alarm clock flying through the air towards Ann. It looked like it had been thrown from somewhere on the other side of the room, though there was no one else in the room but her. It fell on her bed. I couldn't believe that this was happening -- it was so incredible. To actually see it was very disturbing and horrifying. There was no good explanation for it. It was old hat to Mary and Ann because these things had been going on for some time, but it posed a profound spiritual crisis for me, and I got very upset and started crying. I saw the good spiritual side and the bad spiritual side as mutually exclusive. In traditional Christianity, the only reference to the bad side is to Satan or the Devil. That is handled so abstractly that he has become more a metaphor for evil rather than an entity that can be taken seriously. Seeing Devon on the bad side, I thought that the good side was precluded from existing. I'd never heard it discussed that good and bad spiritual entities could operate in the same universe. I don't think that now, of course, but it was my feeling at the time. I'd never heard about this weird stuff in church and nobody had ever told me about it. I could see that the clock flying across the room was real. But I didn't have the same sort of evidence that God was real, so God must be a lie. I kind of gave up on my faith on the spot and became wholeheartedly involved in the occult. It seemed to me that there was much more evidence for that than there was for Christianity.

“Even now, I'm still at a bit of a loss to describe the impact this experience had on me. The only words that come to mind are 'overwhelming' to describe its scope and 'devastating' to describe its effect.” Eva became involved in regular sessions with the Ouija. “Devon talked a lot of his past and present love for Ann,” Eva said. “In many ways his story paralleled Dark Shadows and vampire movies.” Devon also made the girls laugh. “Early on we asked Devon what he did during the day,” said Eva. “He said he spent most of his time hanging out in women's dressing rooms in department stores watching them try on clothes. Cheap thrills! We thought it was pretty funny.”

The girls kept using the Ouija because, said Eva, “It was such a thrill -- you know, esoteric knowledge that we were the only ones privy to. We felt like we were one of the elite who had personal experience of this kind. It was so darn fascinating. The romantic story was appealing. In the teen years you tend to feel so alienated, anyway, and this was our own secret thing. It didn't seem dangerous at the time. By the time that we felt we were in danger it was almost too late to get out of it.”

Devon soon introduced the girls to a group of about seven or eight invisible vampire friends. Collectively they called themselves The Choir, though each had his own name . “These beings had marked personalities and seemed like real people,” Eva said. “They had their own quirks. They seemed to have a sense of humor and they had fun with us, telling us stories that would appeal to us.” Devon and The Choir boys would leave gifts at night for the girls. Ann had a “Gift Bowl” in her room where the presents supposedly would materialize. The next day, she would deliver them to Eva or Mary, or tell the girls what Devon had left for her. Ann told Eva that one of The Choir, named Jonathan Ferris, was interested in her. Jonathan began communicating with Eva through the Ouija. Jonathan left gifts for Eva in the Gift Bowl. Once Eva received a book on French impressionists, given because Jonathan had said they had lived in 19th-century France in a relationship parallel to that of Devon and Ann. The girls were witness to strange physical phenomena that seemed to have no natural explanation. At first, the phenomena were scary. Then the shock would wear off -- until something else happened. Devon claimed to wear long fingernails, and the girls could hear the sounds of clicking nails. It had to be Devon and not any of them -- their nails were bitten to the quick. Bedcovers were yanked by invisible hands. Odd tapping and noises sounded and objects moved around the room in the dark when the girls were together.

“Once I saw direct evidence of vampiric activity when I spent a night at Ann's house,” Eva said. “She and I were in twin beds in the same room. She was talking to me in the dark and all of a sudden stopped. I heard this noise that sounded like a can being opened with a can opener, a kind of a popping noise, and then this disgusting slurping noise. I kept calling her name and she wouldn't answer. I was afraid to turn on the light, but I did and saw that she was covered with blood and had holes in her neck. She was semi-conscious. She had blood all over her neck and down her nightgown. I was scared to death! I tried to clean her up and stop the blood flowing. I didn't see anything or anybody in the room.

“Later Ann was embarrassed at what had happened. Allegedly this blood drinking went on quite often, but Mary and I weren't witness to it. Ann was sick and absent from school often, and when she did show up she looked pale and drained. We became afraid she was going to die.”

Devon began taking possession of Ann. She would go into trance and her voice would change, deepening and taking on an English accent as Devon spoke directly to those present. Ann eventually told Eva and Mary that according to Devon, the real Ann had died and her body had been taken over permanently by her eighteenth-century self, who had had the same first name. As part of this transformation, Ann's handwriting became flowery -- and remains so to the present. She also continues to use English word spellings, such as “colour” and “favourite.” Sometimes Devon also would take possession of Ann. “Devon would show up at school occasionally, supposedly in Ann's body, because he wanted to see what school was like,” Eva said. “In one incident I was talking to her and said something about algebra and she said, 'What's algebra?' She gave a bizarre smile and said, 'I'm not Ann.'

Devon and The Choir also lost their charming veneers. “No more Mr. Nice Guy, no more cute stories,” Eva said.

The girls began to feel they were losing control over the situation. “I think things were always out of control and it was a delusion to think we had any control,” Eva said. “We thought we were so powerful.”

In an effort to regain control, Mary convinced Ann and Eva to admit several newcomers to their seance circle -- three boys and a girl, all about eighteen, who claimed to be practitioners of witchcraft and magic. The seven of them called themselves a coven. Though the girls ostensibly held the power, the boys were very much in control since they were older and more experienced. The coven studied the raising of psychic power, spell casting and the use of amulets and talismans. One of the boys was interested in black magic. “He would try the use of power to get things he wanted. He tried to get all of us in bed at times in order to break our power and subjugate us. I tried to transfer energy to him. One time he tried to conjure demons by name. He was a lot more trouble than he was help because he had his own little agenda. There was a lot of drug use by some of the others. They smoked marijuana a lot, and one guy had taken too much mescaline in the past and was kind of spaced out. He presented himself as a white witch, but a lot of the things he said were far-fetched. None of the three of us girls were particular drug users.”

After the introduction of magic, physical phenomena increased. There still seemed to be no natural explanation, for Eva could see the others clearly at the time strange things happened. There would be rapping on the walls that went around the room, each wall in quick succession. Eva and others were tapped on the head by unseen hands. Bits of newspaper were mysteriously crumpled up and thrown at them from nowhere. Bed slats were banged. Ann continued to take on Devon's personality in a frightening way. At one seance, Ann was going under when suddenly a tape recorder on the other side of the room erupted with wild laughter. Finally, Devon and The Choir threatened to kill the girls. “At one point we all were supposed to die at a certain hour,” Eva said. “It was supposed to happen during the day while we were at school. We wandered around aimlessly wondering what we were going to do. Ironically, all I could think of was that if I was going to die, I didn't have to do my social studies homework. But nothing happened to us. We were quite relieved.”

What terrified Eva the most was the beginning of phenomena in her own home when none of the other coven members were present. “ Greensleeves was Devon's favorite song. One morning I came downstairs and found the record player was on. The arm was moving back and forth across a record like it was stuck. It was the Greensleeves record. Nobody in my family had put it there. It was like somebody had been listening to it during the night. Another incident involved our bust of Josephine, Napoleon's wife. My mother would come down in the morning and that thing would be turned around to face the wall. She couldn't figure it out. According to Devon, he and The Choir turned it around because it offended them -- the English and the French were enemies. That's what blew me away -- that these things were going on in my house when none of the others involved were there. It was frightening. It wasn't localized anymore and I knew that I was in it over my head, I was an integral part of it, and I couldn't get out of it without trouble. I was afraid I was going to become a focal point like Ann.”

At the same time, bats began invading Eva's home. Bats are common in Connecticut and every now and then one finds its way into the typical home, but Eva's home seemed under siege. “My parents couldn't figure out how they were getting in the house,” she said. “They stopped up the chimney, they put special screens on the windows and the bats still got in. We came back from a trip and found one dead in the bathtub. A couple got into the basement. We'd hear them going overhead at night. I had this canopy bed. One night I heard this flapping noise in my room. I turned on the light and saw a dark brown bat, about five inches long, hanging upside down from the canopy. I shrieked. I woke my father up and he came in and took it out.

“Besides the bat problems, I would hear knockings in the attic that sounded like people walking around. It may have been just house noises, but by then I could barely sleep anymore. I would go to bed with a cross and a Bible and amulets and leave the light on. I was terrified . I never said anything at the time to my parents -- they had no idea what was really going on. They became concerned about me because I wouldn't sleep in the dark. My mother asked me, 'Why do you sleep with the light on? Do you see things in the dark?' Like I was an eight-year-old child. I was unable to offer an explanation. Oh, Mom, if you only knew!”

A way out appeared for Eva when she confided her situation to a Christian friend. “He said it was obvious that we were under attack by demons. That was a bizarre revelation to me because I thought these were some sort of beings with bodies. I never thought of them as pure spirits or demons.”

Eva was informed she was possessed. She agreed to attend a Pentecostal service to have the demons cast out. In all, she subjected herself to three charismatic exorcisms. The first two took place in Connecticut. The other took place in Minnesota, where she went to attend college.

The exorcisms proved to be as terrifying as the encounters with the vampires. “I went through some harrowing experiences that just about killed me when I was taken to Pentecostal churches,” Eva said.

“In one instance, the lights had gone off in the church building. I fainted and they carried me in. I heard myself scream but it was like I wasn't there. A man was calling out these demon names and it was all dark. The congregation was singing 'in the spirit' -- a harmonious but unstructured type of singing. They had their hands all over me. It was a horrible experience.

“In another instance, the minister grabbed my head and shook me real hard and screamed for the demons to come out. I wanted to say, 'Hey, look, I'm in here and you're hurting me!' That was a terrible experience. In another case there was some sort of ceremony where they told me I couldn't leave until I was baptized in the Holy Spirit and spoke in tongues. I flatly refused, to their extreme disappointment. The last thing I wanted to do was lose control of my speech! I was scared of them, and was afraid that if the bad side didn't get me, the Christians would.”

I asked Eva if she herself had felt possessed. “To a certain extent,” she answered. “There was something wrong and out of my control. I had temporary benefit from the exorcisms but it all came back on me. Exorcism isn't something that can be done to you. You have to connect to the bad and replace it with something good to keep it from recurring. I was able to get rid of it through a relationship with a man I started going out with in college. I made a conscious decision to keep out of any kind of occult activity . I threw away a lot of my clothes, amulets, books and things that reminded me of what had happened. I made a clean sweep.”

While Eva was in college, she experienced one final manifestation that was a vestige of the Ouija vampires. “I was friends with a guy -- a former boyfriend -- who knew about my history,” she said. “He was good friends with someone who wanted to write a book on vampires, whom I'll call Tom. Tom came out to interview me. He was fascinated because he had never heard of an experience like mine. We ended up going out and getting close. He was not able to distance himself from my story and treat it objectively -- he thought he could research it without becoming intimately involved, but it was apparent to me that he was obsessed with the occult in general and vampires in particular, and was courting a direct experience himself. Ann visited me once, and when she found out what Tom was trying to do, she called him and tried to dissuade him from becoming involved. Both Ann and I thought he was getting into something that he didn't fully understand.

“While I was still seeing Tom, there was an event. I was living in a one-bedroom apartment with another woman. One night I'd gone to bed and she came in the room. She swore that she saw a man standing over my bed. I screamed in my sleep, but I don't know if I was aware of a figure. My roommate didn't know the history, nor was she interested in the occult. After that, I felt that I had to divorce myself from any kind of occult involvement or research and it would be better to break up with Tom. I did.” Over time, the terror subsided and Eva began to free of occult harassment. She maintained communication with Mary and Ann, but the vampires were a taboo subject, especially for Ann. “For Ann and Mary, the whole thing just petered out,” said Eva. “They never went through a conversion experience like I did. I've always wished that Ann would talk about it because she holds the key to the whole thing. I'd give anything to know what was really going on, but it's a totally closed subject with her --that's how she survives , how she copes. Interestingly, when she turned twenty she became diabetic, and diabetes is not in her family. The doctors couldn't figure out why it happened. I don't know if it had anything to do with what happened to us.

“About three years ago, Ann and her husband moved out here near me. Her husband came first and stayed at my house for about three months while he looked for a job . One night we had a conversation and he asked, 'How much do you know about Ann's old boyfriend, Devon?' My jaw could have hit the floor! I said, 'Devon is not human.' He was stunned. He said that in college Ann talked about a vampire and someone named Devon, but he didn't want to hear anything about it -- he thought she was crazy. She eventually told him that Devon was an older man whom she'd gone out with for awhile.”

As for the witchcraft practitioners who had joined their seances, ill things seemed to befall them. The boy who took mescaline committed suicide. The black magician has been drifting without purpose. Another one of the group has been missing for fifteen years.

Today, Eva feels comfortable living alone. She has five dogs and sleeps with the lights off. “Talking about this now, it sounds insane,” she told me. “I think we really did contact demons who masqueraded as vampires because of our fascination with Dark Shadows. They were bored and wanted to play with our heads. They were funny and friendly at first, then got progressively nastier, especially when we tried to get out. Toward the end, the whole story, even the vampirism was dropped.”

Eva has a theory why the beings took on vampire form. “Blood is a very powerful symbol in the spiritual world. Certainly blood plays a big part in the Judeo-Christian traditions, first in the sacrifice of animals, then in the death of Christ, and subsequently in the divinely inspired Christian ritual of the Eucharist. Blood represents both the mortality of man and the immortality of God, in Christ. The stealing of the life-force of blood is just about the most horrific image a human mind can create. On the other hand, when I was trying to fend off these beings, nothing -- Bibles, amulets, garlic, crosses -- had the power to disable them more than calling on the Blood of Christ.”

Eva raises an interesting point about blood. Since the dawn of civilization, blood has been revered as a substance of great magical power. It has played an important role in both religious and magical rites everywhere around the world. Blood is identified with the soul and is the vehicle which disperses the vital forces of the cosmos throughout the body in order to sustain life. In occult traditions, to possess the blood of another -- even a drop or two -- is to possess magical power over them. Eva struggled to put the vampire experience behind her. “After it was all over, I went through a long period of selective forgetting which enabled me to get on with my life. For quite awhile, I felt I couldn't see any movies about things along these lines, and I slept with a night light on.

“I told my family what happened in about 1973. My parents went into each room in the house and prayed to try to rid the house of any spirits which might still be hanging around. There were no more manifestations there after I left to go to college.

“I'm a Christian again, but I still have problems dealing with charismatic churches. I think they have some severe misconceptions. I don't think demons are ready to leap out from behind every bush, or can influence everything that people do. Exorcisms, speaking in tongues, that stuff still gives me the creeps to this day. It was more a quiet personal decision on my part that ended it, not some bombastic Pentecostal brouhaha. I don't feel I'm in any danger from this kind of thing any more. But I've never used the Ouija since, nor would I ever again.”

Rosemary Ellen Guiley's Vampires Among Us

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posted May 16, 2014 01:35 AM            

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Have you heard of the black eyed kids/people? Why are vampires and demons so acceptably characterized with black eyes? Why does that eye color strike us all with a feeling of evil?

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Yes, I heard of the BEKs back when they were still new and not well known.

I don't know why that color (as well as red and occasionally yellow, which I assume is to imitate the light reflected from predators in the dark) is usually shown as evil or otherwise bad (Dark Willow does instantly come to mind).

However, it's not the eyes that do it. I've been around people who wear the freaky contacts, they don't bother me at all, I can even be amused (especially when they make me think of anime characters which they probably weren't intending to do). Rather, it's an aura or vibration that comes from them and THAT is what freaks people out since most were scared before they saw the eyes. At least it what freaked me out.

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Here's that story I promised. Do you think that this sort of possession would have happened to you if you didn't fight off those vampires?

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I read that books years ago.

posted May 16, 2014 05:20 AM            

Sometimes I still can "see" or "feel" when such "existences" are around. Just glimpses, sometimes too fleeting. I went through a period of time when I sort of denied it and chalked it down to wild imagination.

One of my friends committed suicide when I was in my early teenage years. One night I was looking at her picture, thinking about her n crying. A while later I was half-asleep when I felt that I couldn't move. I started to panicked n suddenly "felt" someone's arms hugging me. For a long moment I just lied there. Then that "hug" just stopped and those "arms" vanished.

posted May 17, 2014 07:05 PM            

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Originally posted by PixieJane:
And no, I would've been annihilated, and suicide would've been better. Try to imagine the difference between being pushed into the pool by a brat and being caught in a deadly tidal wave and that's about the difference between that account of the "Vampire Choir" and what would've happened if the vampires caught me.

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This answer was based on the nightmares. However, if I were to hazard a guess, maybe something like would've happened, had whatever force gotten me:
http://paranormal.about.com/od/poltergeists/a/The-Terrifying-Amherst-Poltergeis.htm

Btw, I looked into the history of the area where I lived, seems there'd been settlements more than once that just vanished mysteriously. No reason given, just places found, people would build again. I wonder how strange that place used to be? Unfortunately it's all spotty and whatever happened to those who'd been there before is just simply a mystery...they could've easily just moved on to better opportunities, and once enough did then the shops had to close down for lack of customers and move on as well until finally everyone just had to leave.

Or maybe something from the realm of nightmares scared (or worse) them all away.

posted June 03, 2014 07:02 AM            

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Originally posted by MsPrism:
I took down the mirrors there and decided not to trust mirrors. Always wondering if someone is looking at me through them, that I can't see.

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Originally posted by Kerosene:
I remember that story.
That's freaky as hell!!!

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posted August 14, 2014 11:19 AM            

Experience like this happened to me last night

http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=5233