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Paranormal Events
by Joshua L.

I am 19 years old, and yet my life has already been an incredible paranormal trip. Many things have happened, but I will write of only those that have been the most incredible. And believe it or not, everything that I am about to write of really happened. It is ALL true. I am not the most exciting writer, so I will state now what I will write about:

• I have almost been killed a number of times.
• I saw a white-furred camel-headed being as a little child.
• I’ve been run over by a car, but never broken a bone.
• I’ve survived a fire set beneath my bed as I slept by mysteriously awakening despite the house’s being filled with smoke.
• I’ve had an F-14 Tomcat crash two doors down, and had something not happened just seconds before it crashed, it would have continued its decent into my house.

For some reason the forces of evil had sought my immediate death even before I was born. You see, while I was still in my mother’s womb tests were performed, the results of which indicated that there was a good chance that I would be retarded. The doctors advised my parents to abort me for this reason. But my parents would not have it; regardless of my health, I was their baby, and they were my parents, and nothing, not even the good chance of my being retarded, was going to convince them to kill their first child. And so I was not aborted. And I was born. And I was not retarded. And that would only be the first time that the forces of evil would try to stop me.

The second time that I am aware of took place one night outside or house when I was still a toddler. My father was letting me help him fix the car. When the car had been repaired, he told me to go back inside, because he had some stuff to do with the car that I was still too young to help with. As I recall, I decided not to obey him. Whatever it is, I thought, I wanted to help Daddy! Or at least watch, I guess it was. My father, now inside the car, had assumed that I had done what he had told me to do, and had gone back inside to my mother. But I hadn’t; I was still very much there, standing, I believe, near the rear left of the automobile. Dad began to back the car up, and once I got the idea I decided to help him with it. I began pushing (or pulling? I dunno.) against the car. As I remember it, I had my hands near the back left wheel. The next thing I can remember somewhat clearly – as far as memories that are nearly two decades old go – I slid beneath the wheel and was suddenly watching the underside of the car, a dark mass, roll over me. My father, of course, felt the car run over something, and he shot out of the car and loudly gasped in sheer terror and rushed over to me. My mother, hearing the cry, jolted out of the door and herself gasped out a scream of terror. In the ensuing moments my parents cried and pled to God that no serious harm had befallen me. Both of them were filled with intense fear and anxiousness, as they looked me over. But, wouldn’t you know, it turned out that God had protected me. And as they raced me over to the emergency room and I was quickly examined, it became clear that, aside from a tire track on one (or both? No, I think it was just one) of my legs, I was okay. Nothing was broken and the tire mark would eventually disappear. That was the second time, which I am fully aware of, that God prevented me from being stopped.

It was probably a couple of years after this that I saw a weird creature. It all happened one night when my mother was taking my little brother and I somewhere. We all got into the car, and then my mother realized that she had forgotten her purse. So she said to wait while she went inside to find it. As she went inside, I looked over to my left (I was sitting in the back left seat of the car), and there I saw the weirdest thing ever: sitting on the neighbor's front steps was a creature! (My memory for this has been slowly growing cloudy, so I am amazed I still remember as much as I do.) It was about the size of a man, I guess, and was white with fur or something completely covering it. Now, I'm WAY into the paranormal, so I know about sasquatch and everything. But this wasn't sasquatch. It had somewhat the head of a camel (seriously) or something similar, with a neck that was a little longer than a person's. As I remember it, it had arms just like a person would have, which were, I think, by its side or in its lap like someone just sitting (because that's what it was doing). Its legs and feet ... my memory really gets cloudy here. But I think it had legs that were shorter than it would have had if it were a person. Lastly, it had a fat tummy, like it had just eaten a beach ball or something. Okay, so if that isn't weird enough, it was gone when my mother returned to the car. I tried to tell her, but she didn't believe me. To this day, I still don't know what it was I saw.

Next, my life was apparently targeted, again, and saved, again, twice more in incidents so close together, at least in my memory, that I am unsure which came first. First (or whatever), I walked bike up to the top of a street that was in a not so busy area. As soon as I was at the top, I zoomed the bicycle down the slope and steered it to the left (this area of rode is shaped kinda like a T. The top of the hill would be at the bottom of the T, and I would zoom up the T, then steer my bike to the left at the top of the T, from which point I would keep riding from there.). This time, however, when I did this I almost got pancaked by an until now unseen school bus! Had I been just a couple seconds off as far when I had started down the slope, I would’ve been seriously, SERIOUSLY injured… if not killed. And, yes, the bus driver pulled me over and lectured me.

The next takes place possibly about the same time. My bed at that time was against the wall, and on this particular night I had plugged in a night light in the socket that would have been just about beneath my bed on the wall. Thing was, while I was sleeping my stuffed rabbit fell into the crevice, and laid against the night light. This started a fire, of course, literally just beneath my bed. It’s surprising that I actually woke up in spite of the smoke filling my bedroom, and the house, but I did. Once I awoke my father, and he quickly ushered us all outside, the firemen were dispatched and when they brought the stuffed animal outside, much of it had turned to ash. Had the fire continued for but a few more moments, a large fire would have broken out, and, once again, I might not have been able to write this.

As for the F-14 crash, here is what happened: On the morning of January 29th, 1996, my father’s birthday, a Navy F-14 A Tomcat crashed into a neighbor’s house in Nashville, TN. My whole family was at home during the event; my siblings and I were home-schooled, my mother was in bed resting from working the whole night before, my father was sick. The pilot of the jet, along with his co-pilot, and also the elderly couple who lived in the house, and a person visiting the two owners to, I think, pick up his newly repaired tractor, died almost instantly in the huge, incinerating explosion of fire. Also killed because of the crash was an unborn baby, whose death came as a result of a premature birth brought on by the severe emotional shock suffered by its mother, a daughter of the couple. Ironically, the elderly man who lived there with his wife had had a medical assessment scheduled for that very morning, but had decided not to attend. Had he but simply arrived for his medical appointment, only the pilot and co-pilot would have still surely died. But in another, more fateful approach to the entire event, the elderly man had been suffering from a terminal cancer. In yet another twist of irony, the experienced pilot of the Navy jet had crashed while performing a discouraged stunt before his visiting parents. But the story continues. The jet while zooming toward the ground had been aimed for my house. Only by some miracle did one single engine suddenly come back to life just some hundreds of feet from my house, where my family and I were inside. This sudden roar of life coming from just one side of the plummeting jet thrust the aircraft onto its side in mid-air during its last seconds, flipping the Tomcat just over the roof of our house and sending it hurling into a house just two or three doors down. The few burnt roof tiles that we later discovered scattered about our yard very soon afterwards are still in my closet back at home to this very day.

But the events surrounding this story run even deeper. The night before the incident which sent my whole family’s fate off into a new direction, God spoke to a lady who we knew from the church that we belonged to at the time, and told her that something very large was going to fall on top of my family’s house, and that she should pray immediately. There are times when I wonder if it was this very instant of decision that decided my entire family’s fate. My father, my mother, my two brothers and sister – they would not be alive today. And you would not be reading this paper because the person who is writing it would have died, years ago. And she did pray. She prayed vigorously. As though like the introduction to a literal new chapter to a story, God in response gave her a vision of His hand coming down and swooping the mysterious thing away from my family’s house. When she had finished praying she went to sleep, and forgot about it until the next day when she watched TV. And yet, there is still more. Also the evening before as my mother drove off to work at Baptist Hospital, she would later recall that an overwhelming sense of sorrow overtook her, and she began weeping uncontrollably. She had never been so mysteriously overcome with such mournful emotion, and so she prayed. Fervently she prayed for the family, ignorant of the threat but certain that something must be wrong. By the time she arrived at work some twenty or thirty miles from home, the sense of sorrow had dissipated, and the reasons behind it would not be revealed until the next morning.

The next morning, miraculously, my entire family was inside our house. Very normally at about this time (I think it was about 9:30 in the morning) my father would be at work, and my little brother Jesse would be outside either playing in the yard or riding his bicycle on the street. However, my father was home and the comedy “Black Sheep” had been rented, and everyone except my mother was in the living room watching the movie. That would of course prove monumentally important in the moments to come. My pets as well were also inside, although it would have been common to have seen them frolicking outside the house at this time as well. But today God had ensured that we were all safe inside when the F-14 crashed. At first it was just a loud explosion or two heard far from up in the sky. Everyone in the living room of course was startled at the noise, myself included. I remember my father saying that we were hearing a sonic boom. I was on the sofa, drawing a picture of the Marvel Comics super villain “The Blob” at the moment. It had caught my attention, although I did try to sit as though I was not unnerved. Seconds later there was a second, louder explosion, this time only a hundred or so feet away from us. Everyone darted for the window, and to their amazement saw the gigantic mushroom cloud rising over the place where a neighbor’s house had stood seconds earlier. But I did not rush over to the window. I continued drawing, again in an attempt to show myself as being difficult to unnerve. Inside, however, I admit I was quite alarmed. My father frantically said something like, “Call 9-1-1!” At this I did rise and go over to the telephone, and in doing so I might have caught a faint glimpse out of the corner of my eye of the roaring fireball. That my siblings and father seem to witness the sight and I did not was probably what kept me from undergoing the varying range of post-traumatic stress symptoms that the rest of my family underwent. Incidentally, we have since been able to move. That is my story. And if by chance you do not believe me, just go onto some search engine and if you enter in the right keywords, you’ll find news articles discussing the F-14 crash.

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