May 2005 Page 22
Up on the Ceiling
Stories of people being cursed have been told to me for years. Well, on one particular year, it happened to me. It was 1996 and I was trying to get out of an abusive relationship. Crazy as it sounds, I was the one getting abused. One day about a month later, it finally ended and she was out of my house.
I finally got some well-deserved sleep when sometime in the middle of the night I tried reaching for my blanket and it wasnt there. I turned to my right and opened my eyes and got the shock of my life. I was looking down on my bed with my back touching the ceiling! That was just the beginning. I tried to scream and nothing came out! So I turned to face the ceiling and tried to push off. That didn't work. Then, as if things weren't bad already, something started choking the crap out of me! All I could hear was some kind of chanting echoing in my room. I prayed like I never prayed before.
A while later, I was dropped from the grip and I got the hell out of there. Next thing my parents knew, I was huddled in a ball sleeping in between them, trying to figure out what the heck happened. I told them to go look in my room, and when they did, they froze in shock. My room was ice cold and foggy as hell!
I was later advised that the chanting was a curse and I should counter it. I did. I won't say how, but when I did what I did, I could hear the screams of someone in great pain. That someone was my ex. Some say I could have been dreaming or incoherent, maybe, but try explaining that to my mom and dad who saw my room up close later that morning.
you have a paranormal tale to tell?