Your True Tales
July 2007 - Page 12
I am 18 years old currently, but something happened when I was 14 that scared me and got me even more interested in the paranormal. I guess this happened in about September of 2003 in Denver, Colorado. My parents are religious people and my mother much more than my father, and at that age I was strongly rebelling against Christianity and, to some extent, still am. I was toying with Satanism and witchcraft, and I was tampering with something that I should have never set foot in.
It was a normal day. I had just gotten back from school and it was friday night. It must have been about 6:00 p.m. and I was in my room listening to Mayhem, Gorgoroth, ect. - Satanic heavy metal bands, to be more precise. I was sitting at my computer desk and drawing pentagrams and inverted crosses. Then, all of a sudden, my room got cold and I got creeped out. I stayed out in the family room watching TV with the rest of the family.
It was about 11:00 p.m. and everyone was in bed. I was still a little creeped out about what happened in my room, so I decided to sleep on the couch with my dog. I was sitting up and watching old cartoons or something. This was just maybe a week before Christmas, and my mother always sets up this Nativity with baby Jesus and the rest of that scene, and there was a North Star that was made by a glass blower that we pinned with clear fishing pole wire above the Nativity.
All of a sudden, my dog started whimpering and the house fell cold. The glass star started to swing around violently and my dog hopped off my lap and started barking at the hallway that leads to my bedroom. Then the baby Jesus figurine in a cradle flew off the mantel and its head broke off once it hit the fireplace brick. My dog ran into the kitchen whimpering and hid under my parents' computer desk. I freaked and couldn't find my voice. I pulled my blanket over my head and turned away from the Nativity and hallway. Then my younger brother's backpack, which was sitting in the chair beside me, flew off and hit me in the back. I took off upstairs into my parents' bedroom and slept at the foot of their bed.
I know it wasn't a dream because I never fell asleep before the phenomena and I woke up at the foot of my parents' bed. That morning I disposed of all my Satanic drawings and haven't drawn a Satanic drawing yet.
Do you have a paranormal tale to tell?