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November 2002 – Page 24

The Ku-Kuy
by Dolores H.

It has been about 29 years now, but I will never forget the experience that happened to me and my little boy. My son, who is now 31, was about 22 months old. I had recently separated from his father, and we were living in a small three-bedroom home that we had purchased new the year before. In the weeks prior to the incident, my little son had told me several times that there was a "ku-kuy" (in our Hispanic culture, this is known as a monster) in the house, or looking in his window. In one of these instances, he had run to me from the kitchen, extremely frightened, saying the ku-kuy was sitting on the kitchen table, eating something. He was so terrified that I became a little spooked myself, and cautiously peered around the kitchen corner, only to see everything normal, thank God. I passed these incidents off as nothing more than a child's imagination, but then the event occurred that I couldn't. 

Another week or two passed, then one night I was awakened by my son's screams. I jumped out of bed and ran across the wide hallway to my son's bedroom. Since my son was still so young, he was still sleeping in a sturdy, standard-size crib, placed in front of a window. I flipped the light on as I entered his room, and stopped dead in my tracks - completely and utterly shocked and stunned by what I was seeing and feeling. My baby's crib was violently moving from side to side and jumping up and down. My little boy was sitting in the middle of his crib - not even touching the sides. The horrible horrible presence that I felt as I stepped into the room is almost indescribable. It was suffocating and pure evil. I was terrified to say the very least, and it took every ounce of courage I could summon to place one foot in front of the other to reach my son. I recall walking very slowly, almost as though I was fighting a current, meanwhile watching the crib continue to rock violently. Even after I had my dear son in my arms, the crib continued to rock the entire time I was backing out the room. My baby and I spent the rest of the night locked in my bedroom, too afraid to go to the kitchen phone and call for help. All I could do was pray. 

The next day I called a priest and told him what had happened. He came that very day to bless my home. Something I thought strange at the time was that he brought a big, white German Shepard dog with him. He went through the house praying and sprinkling holy water, but when he came to my son's bedroom, he took the dog in with him and shut the door. He stayed in the bedroom for about 20 minutes, then came out and told me that I shouldn't have any more problems, but if I did to call immediately. We lived in that house for another three years, but thankfully, nothing more happened. 

I would like to add a postscript that I'm still concerned about today. My son has continued to have small experiences happen to him - nothing close to what happened when he was a baby, but it's as though he's still being harassed by some nasty spirit. He's a wonderful young man - always has been.

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