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March 2004
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The Very
Old Spirit
by Lisa
I shared an apartment with my ex-boyfriend in 1989. The apartment was very close to Six Flags Over Texas, so I would have never imagined it to be a place of horrors. But from the first night there, the spirit world made itself very "known" to us.
It took us most of the night to move in and when we finally got things a little settled in, about 3:00 a.m., we settled in for a quick snooze. At 6:00 a.m., the ex-boyfriend got up and left for work. I stayed up for a little while after he left and went about my business of unpacking.
A couple hours later, I had become exhausted and settled back down in for more rest. In no time, I began to dream. In this dream I plainly could see my "surroundings" around me. I watched myself get out of the bed, walk out of the room and into the "passing" bathroom and through the dining room and into the living room. I heard a loud "hissing/roaring" sound and just as I did I began to witness a "figure" come out of the floor near the entranceway. He began rising up out of the floor, slowly, as if he were coming from Hell. He was about 300 pounds with horns and the face of "Beelzebub." He said to me in deep, cold wickedness, "I want you Lisa."
It was nearly impossible, but I finally managed to shake myself awake, made a mental note of my surroundings, but was so tired I fell right back into the dream. I went right back to the beginning. I walked through the apartment, heard the hissing sound, watched the demon rise out of the floor and he said those vile things to me once again.
This began a series of horrible things at this "haunted apartment." Most of the attacks came when I was asleep. Sometimes I would hear a people "enter" the apartment and conversing with one another. Usually they came to my bedside and stood at my side or sat down next to me on the bed. I was always paralyzed during these episodes but I could hear and feel everything. Sometimes they whispered in my ear. Their breath would be hot on my ear and upon arising my ear was always still hot from their breath. Some of the things they said were like an announcement they were there. It’s been many years and I have since forgotten (or blocked) the ugliness of those words from my memory. But I can say this: the announcement of their filthy souls was enough.
One day I was sleeping when the bed just started violently shaking. It was something straight out of the movie The Exorcist. At the time, I was the only one in the house and I didn't even have "dogs" then. So needless to say, there was nobody, human or animal, that could have shaken the bed, unless of course it came directly from the spirit world. Several times we were witnesses to a gray or a yellow figure "watching us." One time, we were just lying on our bed and we saw a mist next to our bed take shape into a yellow form. The figure was very person-like and appeared to be about six feet tall. We just stared at it in amazement, wondering exactly who and WHAT it was. It just stared back at us as if to say, "I'm here!"
At the moment, we weren't even exactly scared, just curious to what it wanted. We lay there talking about it as we watched it cross the room and eventually disappear. But it wasn’t just the ex and I who witnessed the evil. My brother S. and my sister H. also had a hand in experiencing the terror. My sister H. witnessed an orangish/yellowish figure standing in front of the fireplace. (The fire was not going... actually, we had never even used the fireplace!) My brother also saw and heard what we all believe, even today, to be a demon.
By then, all of us had become so terrified of the "hauntings" that when my ex left for work at 6:30, I would get my sister off the couch and make her sleep in bed with me. I felt that if we were together we could somehow keep the evil at bay.
And then there is the case of the pink flying V. The ex played the pink Randy Rhoades guitar constantly (twanged on it, I call it) whenever he was home. But even when he wasn't home I could always hear that guitar, whether I was asleep OR awake I could hear that twang of "I'm trying so darn hard to be a Rock Star" twang. Sometimes the notes were just simple, other times it was a mysterious power lead, elaborate and mystical at the same time, with a definite dose of eeriness in the music. It was so strangely beautiful that even back then when I was naive to a man's sick love and desires, I did realize that the 'boyfriend' could never produce such awesome rock. The music always started up when I was in the other room. I would then go to the guitar and look at it sitting in its guitar stand. I stared at it and it was as if it stared back at me. I KNEW it was playing. Sure, I couldn't obviously SEE the guitar strings being picked, but I could HEAR them. Obviously the spirit who was playing it wasn’t doing it from my living room, so to speak, but somewhere off in the deep folds of the spirit realm.
My brother lived in a tiny apartment up the road from us, but being a kid of 18 didn't make much money and lost his electricity. Being young and wanting company he made his way over to our apartment to avoid having to stay in a DARK place. Those last two nights were the worst for him. The first, he woke up to find the "spirit" standing over him, looking down at him as he lay on the couch. The last night, he woke up because the spirit touched him and shook the couch. When his eyes opened the very first thing he saw was "the spirit." He ran to our bedroom and said, “Lisa I’m leaving! That dang spirit is messin' with me! I'm outta here! I'd rather stay in a dark apartment than be in this place!"
We were finally fed up. I went to church one day to get "prayed over." The pastor told me what to do, so I went home to do it. The pastor said to use any kind of oil and pray over it to ask for God's anointing power. So we got out the tanning oil and believed whole-heartedly that we were going to get rid of this spirit. My sister, the ex and I then took the oil and as if in a trance we went through every square inch of the apartment screaming out prayers and rebuking demons while we rubbed oil all over the walls. Finally, as if some HAND guided us, we all three went to the door, opened it, let in the cleansing air as we let out the bad spirit. We felt the "power" move right pass us. Took another breath and said, "WHEW!"
After the experience, we were very drained. For several days, we had nothing happen out of the ordinary. We thought maybe our "spirit" had now moved on. But then "little" things started happening (like the small things that happened in the beginning... bad dreams, the television and stereo turning on by itself... the water faucet).
Our lease was soon up and we decided to move. But before we left we found out disturbing news. Someone had committed suicide in our building at some prior time before we came to live there. That is one possible explanation for the haunting. Although I believe this spirit NEVER WAS a human but an ancient spirit from the dark world. I have learned since that "negative" energy "grows" and continues to grow. Once something "bad" has happened at a place, it can continue to be a bad place. Is that why the person that killed himself committed suicide? Were they driven or influenced by a dark/evil spirit? Was it that dark spirit that drove them to their death?
The apartment is still there… still standing… still by Six Flags… and I still wonder when I drive passed it sometimes, "Is it still haunted? What has happened to the people that has lived there since?"
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