A year ago I moved into my Aunt’s house to assist her with repairs and pay some bills. This was more like an extended hallway of a house, nestled into a ghetto; it spoke of 100 years of poverty and struggle in the old lake bottom district of Columbus, Georgia. It was a one bedroom with a kitchen attached and a closet of a living room on the other side of the kitchen. The neighbourhood was packed with Pitbull’s tied to trees and barefoot babies. My aunt and I have always been close and so we made the best out of the situation and made plans to fix it up for her. I was staying on an old military cot in her living room for the extent of my stay. Little did we know we were not the only residents?
I spent the first week or so separating the energy of the house from the energy of the neighbourhood. The neighbourhood had anger and fear about it but in the midst was families just trying to survive and the love they shared with each other. Good people can be found everywhere. I was aware of the thick feeling of history but nothing had tripped my Spidey sense. Around the second weekend I started experiencing foot jerks when I was drifting off to sleep. I did not think it was paranormal as I just chalked it up to working so much. I was cutting trees for the power company at the time so I was pulling long hours. This went on for another week, every time I got to the point of drifting off to sleep my foot would feel like it was pulled on.
One night at 1:30 am on a Saturday night I was drifting off to sleep and this time my foot was pulled so hard it drug me and the cot a foot and a half across the living room. None the less I was instantly awake. I jumped up and realized I was at a point where I had stepped into the paranormal. Once I calmed down I lay back down and started to fall asleep again. This time my head was jerked from one side to the other. This made me instantly afraid because it could have hurt me so I became angry and started commanding the intruder to leave. For a week I did not get any sleep. Every single time I tried to lay down things would happen. I was pulled, pushed, scratched; ashtrays would fly off the shelf.
I was determined to find out what was going on and what I needed to do. I told my Aunt about the happenings and she said that she had met an old man that died 50 years ago. She turned around he was standing in her room. She was not afraid of him and told me that she felt that he had a reassuring message. I just raised my eyebrow. Obviously she was not experiencing the same things. Never the less she started smudging the house with white sage and I started talking to the neighbours.
The house had seen its fair share of trauma. It was a prostitution house and a crack house at one time. I learned that the previous tenants were spiritual in the sense that they sacrificed cats, dogs, and a goat in the kitchen. The information came from an eye witness who dated one of the sons and saw the rituals. This made me think of the first time I entered the house with Jasper, my faithful companion. I had to drag him through the kitchen because he did not want to go in there. This was quickly becoming a living nightmare.
My poor dog and I was at a loss on how to deal with the environment. Not to mention I was exhausted and I was becoming reactional. That is when it dawned on me. The purpose behind the sleep deprivation was exactly that… to wear me down. I laughed and when I was going to sleep after that I ignored the pulling and had my first full nights rest in over a week. I reclaimed the power in my environment because I realized the pathway to attack is in the mind through thoughts. Spirits attach emotionally and emotions are translated into thoughts and vice versa. So if I were to become exhausted I would be emotionally reactive and subject to manipulation which leads to destructive actions.
It went on for another three months like this, getting awoken every night between one and three every morning, then going back to sleep. I called it test subject number one and began trying my best to study up on it. Then one night I was sitting in the chair watching TV with Jasper and this new little kitten I had found on the road when something entered the room. I felt a freezing chill up my back and looked over my shoulder. The ceiling corner became like a black shadow and I sat there stunned as I watched the room dim as this thing went around the room to stand in from of me. I looked at the animals to check my sanity and sure enough they were watching the same thing.
As it came to stop in from of me it came down to the floor and stood as a man shaped shadow in front of me. It was huge, well over seven feet tall. I could not make out the features as it seemed to be changing rapidly and constantly except for the silhouette. The chains hanging from the ceiling fan above me were spinning in opposite directions. My sceptical mind pulled me out of that chair to stand in front of it and I stuck my finger and tried to swirl it. I started to address the intruder and tell him I will find a way to bind him if he does not leave this place. Then it was over. I felt strong and went to sleep.
The next morning I discovered that the neighbours went crazy the night before and started stabbing each other with scissors. Immediately they were hostile and stopped talking to me. This was odd as we were becoming friends. I would go over and play cards with the family and bring food over for the kids. I realized that the house guest had jumped houses and was blocking my involvement in the new residence. You cannot help people who refuse your help. Not too long after my aunt and I moved from that house but the experiences we had stayed with us.
“Human spirit is the ability to face the uncertainty of the future with curiosity and optimism. It is the belief that problems can be solved, differences resolved. It is a type of confidence. And it is fragile. It can be blackened by fear and superstition.” ~