Originally Posted by Jambo6c
Surrealist, you HAVE to post more of these when they (have) happen(ed). These are extremely interesting to me, as they sound like Dr Who episodes, and I love that show. (I'm saying they're Dr. Who style, not saying you stole the ideas - I believe your tales). Where is this house at which all this is happening?
Well, there is one more experience that has happened since the last one posted. I just haven't posted it yet, because it would obviously be the most unbelievable one of all. Posting stories like this just gets you labeled as a weak-minded fool, believing in anything without adequate evidence and throwing yourself headlong into a belief founded on subjective experiences which are only tricking you into believing that they are paranormal in nature. At least, that's what I've gathered from what the skeptics on here have said.
It's funny that you mentioned the show Doctor Who, because I really love that show. And while I can see the correlations between episodes of that show and my own experiences, I did not get any inspiration from them... seeing as how these were unadulterated, un-exaggerated, true stories.
The four houses (it's a group of them) are just the cement husks of them, left behind in the middle of the desert for what seems like decades. They all have multiple rooms, but the doorways and windows are just holes in the cement. Graffiti abounds everywhere... pictures of "her", Satanic drawings and many, many strange and scary poems and sayings. Every square inch of available cement is covered in it.
They are located in Palmdale, CA... about a mile from the main road. One must drive down a twisted, rough dirt road the whole way there, until you finally make it to a small, deep valley. There's even an old water tower there, left behind and since totally dried up. At night, you can see the main road far off, and houses up on the top of the hills surrounding the valley.
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But here is the last experience... I'll post it just to get it out of my head. It's been haunting me for quite awhile.
So my friends all decided to throw another party there. I warned them that there was going to be too many people there, and something could conceivably happen with "it," but they wouldn't hear of that... since none of them believed in it.
There were about twenty different people there. We started a fire in the abandoned fireplace, brought out the Jack and Bacardi... and began having a good time. It wasn't even twenty minutes before they noticed that someone was missing. We'll call him J.
We all began searching for him... imagine twenty or so people all scouring a place only a half-acre big, looking for one person. No one could find him anywhere. The searching went on for a good 20-30 minutes.
They all were getting extremely worried for him, and people started mentioning the "ghost". I tried to tell people that it was the demon(or succubus), but everyone ignored me. There were a few people following me around who believed what I said, but only because they were there the other times.
Well, I figured enough searching was done already, and that "she" must've had him. I went over to the window that D originally crouched down at and looked into. I crouched and spoke to "her". I told her, "You had better give me my friend back. Bring him back to us, now."
Right after I stood up after saying this, I started to hear a commotion from the other side of the house. They had found him, right in the middle of everybody... he just kind of "showed up," and everyone noticed him just sitting there all of a sudden.
Well, he was there, crying with his head in his hands. Everyone gathered around him, and that's when it started. He began convulsing... crying, shaking like he was having a seizure, and mumbling incoherent things that sounded like a foreign language.
There were a group of "wiccans" there... and one person all told them to go try and help him. They also put a really buff guy to send everyone away besides the wiccans. I thought this was a stupid idea, seeing as how wiccans couldn't help them, and I knew that.
Everyone that was following me around now kept telling me that I could help him, that I knew how. They were also saying that they wished L was there, since he could help as well. For some reason, I also knew I could help him... I just did. Ever since the first experience, I began practicing energy manipulation and had gotten pretty good with it... maybe that's why it is afraid of me.
Anyways, I approached the big guard-like guy, and asked if I could go try and help. He said "No man, sorry, but I'm not supposed to let anyone through here... they are trying to help him now, and they know what they are doing." I just rolled my eyes and walked away.
This thrashing, convulsing, and incoherent mumbling went on for another good 20 minutes. The "wiccan group" was getting desperate; they had no idea how to save him or help him, and they didn't know why they were failing so miserably.
One of the friends that was following me around, one who had gotten progressively more and more pissed ever since it started happening, decided that it was about time to let me try. He walked up to the guy and said, "This is Nick, he knows what to do probably more than those wiccans... I have seen some of the things he has done, and I can tell you that he definitely can help J."
The guard guy says he'll go check, then comes back and says that they'll let me try.
I approach J and tell them all to back the fuck off. I told them all to leave him and me alone. They did as I asked, and then it was just us two, with him still in the throes of his seizure/demonic possession. I stood over him, with my palm outwardly facing him, and said, "J, please hear me, heed what I say, and come back to your body. Here it is, came back to us."
He instantly stopped convulsing. He stood up ever so slowly, and bowed his head down. I told him to look me in the eyes... I could see part of it in him... very freaky. I told him, however much of him was in there, that he could fight it... all it took was his will be strong enough to resist. He nodded... and seemed to come to a little more. He never did speak though, which kind of freaked me out.
People started noticing that he was standing again and started to come over. I told them to stay away, that I wasn't finished yet. They didn't listen though and still were walking over. I knew I had little time left.
I asked J, "Were you just somewhere else, like a place that's hard for you to describe?" He nodded.
"Did you see 'her', the beautiful lady?" He nodded.
"Did she want to take you somewhere, like she wanted you to follow?" He nodded.
"Did you try and resist following her, so she got mad at you?" He nodded.
I then told him, since the other people were almost there, "Alright... no one has to know that you saw anything crazy. Just tell everyone that you got a little too drunk and passed out. And then when they found you that you started freaking out because you wanted everyone off of you. Understand?" He nodded.
The other people arrived, and one of his good friends comes over and asks if he wants to leave. He nodded. They both got in a car and drove off.
Get this though... right after he drove away, another girl just falls to the floor and starts going through the same things J went through. Again they didn't let me try and help. Again it was 10 minutes or so before they let me try, and again it was me who ended up being able to bring her back. The weird thing is, with her eyes closed since I approached and my hand above her head... she says, "I can feel your energy flowing in through my head... it's strong, and good... give me more."
I guess that's what eventually got her better, cause a few seconds after she said that, she sat up and was sort of fine again. Just like J, she started talking in other languages, but one of them I recognized as Latin. She was saying something about God(deus). Freaked me the hell out.
After a few more minutes, the party just kind of died and everybody left.
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