SO at 3:30 this morning the guitar went off after 2 days of quiet. Shook me awake and for the first time I felt fear. 3:40, it goes off again. Michael goes down and turns it off and when he gets back in bed we immediately here something hit the door, as if something was "thrown". Raina is down in bed with us at 3:50 and Brody's in at 4:00.
I prayed and prayed and PRAYED this "thing" to leave my house that the Lord was in control of my house and that I had nothing to fear with him beside me. I did feel ease and ended up falling back asleep but it took a good while to do so.
Michael took the guitar out of the house this morning. He said a very long prayer over it because our fear was we'd bring more to us if we didn't dispose of it "nicely". He said as soon as he threw it in the can, a huge gust of wind hit him.
I woke up feeling uneasy, mad, depressed....I couldn't shake it. Today's my shopping day so I just got everything together and headed out. Within about 5 minutes, I felt like me...happy go lucky, light. When I got back into the house to unload groceries, I started feeling "down" again....even called my Mom crying....for no reason!
So Mom immediately prayed and she's going to pray in the room when she gets here for lunch.
I think I might have worried her....I am usually so matter of fact about these things going on around me. They have for so long that it's not a big deal. But to hear me worried, to hear me crying....that's different.
I'm now starting to wonder if a ghost can be attached to a person, rather than a place. When I was 19/20 years old, I had my 1st BIG haunting. I'm very fearful that what is happening now, is a repeat of then.....and that REALLY scares me. That was NOT a good experience at ALL.
I know for a lot of people...this seems SO far-fetched....stuff like this doesn't REALLY happen....
....yes it does.....
**the 19 story:
when I was 19 I moved into an apartment that was CRAZY. Extreme temperature drops out of nowhere, stuff flying off the coffee table, stuff flying off the wall.
I was out on my balcony one night and heard John's voice in my ear, clear as day to "come here" and when I walked in, he wasn't there.
BUT...the big stuff is I would be touched....by a little kid. And when he'd touch me, people could SEE the imprint happening and I would bruise immediately. Little fingers or hand print bruises
My curling iron started being turned on. It got to the point where I'd unplug it, come home and it'd be plugged in and on. We changed our locks and didn't tell the apartment. I came home one day and the handle was ICE cold, I could hear the TV BLARING and when I opened the door, it flew open. I shut it, locked it and left. Didn't go back home until I knew John was there.
The biggest thing that happened with that is one morning we woke up to the sound of a sizzle. But we couldn't move. We had been MADE into our bed. The sheets were SO tight we couldn't move. The comforter was 2 sided, black side and white side. We always kept it black side up, but this time it was white side up. Once we both fought our way out of the sheets, I went in the bathroom to find the curling iron plugged in, ON, and in the sink with water dripping on it, the drain had been pulled and was gathering water.
We didn't stick around to much longer after the last incident happened, that was enough.
I prayed and prayed and PRAYED this "thing" to leave my house that the Lord was in control of my house and that I had nothing to fear with him beside me. I did feel ease and ended up falling back asleep but it took a good while to do so.
Michael took the guitar out of the house this morning. He said a very long prayer over it because our fear was we'd bring more to us if we didn't dispose of it "nicely". He said as soon as he threw it in the can, a huge gust of wind hit him.
I woke up feeling uneasy, mad, depressed....I couldn't shake it. Today's my shopping day so I just got everything together and headed out. Within about 5 minutes, I felt like me...happy go lucky, light. When I got back into the house to unload groceries, I started feeling "down" again....even called my Mom crying....for no reason!
So Mom immediately prayed and she's going to pray in the room when she gets here for lunch.
I think I might have worried her....I am usually so matter of fact about these things going on around me. They have for so long that it's not a big deal. But to hear me worried, to hear me crying....that's different.
I'm now starting to wonder if a ghost can be attached to a person, rather than a place. When I was 19/20 years old, I had my 1st BIG haunting. I'm very fearful that what is happening now, is a repeat of then.....and that REALLY scares me. That was NOT a good experience at ALL.
I know for a lot of people...this seems SO far-fetched....stuff like this doesn't REALLY happen....
....yes it does.....
**the 19 story:
when I was 19 I moved into an apartment that was CRAZY. Extreme temperature drops out of nowhere, stuff flying off the coffee table, stuff flying off the wall.
I was out on my balcony one night and heard John's voice in my ear, clear as day to "come here" and when I walked in, he wasn't there.
BUT...the big stuff is I would be touched....by a little kid. And when he'd touch me, people could SEE the imprint happening and I would bruise immediately. Little fingers or hand print bruises
My curling iron started being turned on. It got to the point where I'd unplug it, come home and it'd be plugged in and on. We changed our locks and didn't tell the apartment. I came home one day and the handle was ICE cold, I could hear the TV BLARING and when I opened the door, it flew open. I shut it, locked it and left. Didn't go back home until I knew John was there.
The biggest thing that happened with that is one morning we woke up to the sound of a sizzle. But we couldn't move. We had been MADE into our bed. The sheets were SO tight we couldn't move. The comforter was 2 sided, black side and white side. We always kept it black side up, but this time it was white side up. Once we both fought our way out of the sheets, I went in the bathroom to find the curling iron plugged in, ON, and in the sink with water dripping on it, the drain had been pulled and was gathering water.
We didn't stick around to much longer after the last incident happened, that was enough.
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