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Mysterious Fallen Angel

BY ARLENE D.

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The events I'm about to relate took place over the course of six months to a year, starting on December, 2005. We bought our dream home in Collegeville, Pennsylvania, and made settlement on Sept 12, 2001 -- the day after 9/11! It took me a long time to bond with the beautiful little house because of the timing.

But after we'd been living in the home for four uneventful years, my husband and I were going through a rough period in our marriage in which we fought constantly. We have a son who at the time was about 10 years old. I was terribly unhappy in the marriage and not a day went by without a huge argument.

This evening was no different and I decided after the blowout I would go up to our guest room to spend the night. We have a Cape Cod-style home and the master bedroom is on the first floor. While up in the guest room, I heard something hit the floor hard downstairs. This was a few days before Christmas; my son was awake and was downstairs watching TV and my husband had gone to bed. I didn't pay whatever it was any mind. I figured my son dropped something.

Within minutes, he came upstairs followed by his father. Now, my son has never been one to make up stories, even when he was younger, so when he told me what he saw, I was quite unsettled. He said he was lying on the couch watching TV and heard the Christmas tree making a rattling noise, like someone was shaking it. The Christmas tree was in his line of sight, but he wasn't looking at it. He didn't think much of it, believing it was Dad fixing an ornament or something. When he ignored the rattling, it continued and that's when he looked at the tree.

He said he saw a pair of arms reach up to the top of the tree and knock the angel to the floor! That was the noise I heard. He was visibly shaken as he told me and I believed him. I asked if he could tell if the arms belonged to a woman or a man and he said they were in silhouette, so he could not tell.

I have to tell you that after the holiday was over and I went to take down all the decorations from the tree, the angel was the last. Before I took it down, I rattled that tree with all I had to see if the angel would fall, and it didn't even budge.

After that occurrence, my son constantly felt "something" in his room he couldn't explain. I often stayed with him in his room until he fell asleep because I didn't feel right that he slept on the second floor all alone. I often woke up in his room the next morning.

One night I had been helping him with a project that was due the next day at school, so it was already 11:00 p.m. when we finally got into bed. On this night, having argued with my husband yet again, I had no intention of sleeping next to him. My son and I lay in his queen-size bed whispering about nothing in particular when we both heard it -- distinctive and I'll never forget it! A disembodied voice coming from the foot of the bed. It spoke in a language I did not recognize. If I had to guess, it sounded like an Indian chant. Actually, the gentleman we bought the house from was of American-Indian descent.

I still remember that night and I'll never forget it. My heart was beating a million miles a minute. The fear I felt was palpable. I didn't say a thing to my son, thinking maybe he didn't hear it. I thought, If I ignore it and don't say anything, I can pretend it didn't happen. I tried to casually continue our conversation when he suddenly asks, "Mom, what was that?!" I, of course, played dumb, to which he said, "Didn't you hear that voice?!" I was still trying to keep it together and failing miserably. I jumped out of the bed and turned on the light soooo fast! I was fully expecting to see someone or something in my son's room. Thankfully, I saw nothing. That night, we slept with the light on, after I said about 10 Our Fathers and I-don't-know-how-many Hail Marys. I begged God to keep us safe and to make whatever or whomever spoke go away!

The next night, not wanting to leave my son alone in his room I was once "shaking in my boots" as I turned the light off. Sure enough, as soon as the light went out, I heard this fluttering sound right next to my ear! I nearly jumped out of my skin and turned the light back on. As before, my son heard whatever it was, too.

My son continued to have experiences in his room, to the point of being touched, feeling a cold breath go right through him, among other things. I asked for help from the online community and was told to do a cleansing ritual with white sage. I did as I was instructed and my son had no further visitations.

I believe whatever it was may have been protective of him. My husband and I stopped the arguing and have been getting along better. I've been told negative energy can stir these "things" up. In any case, we haven't had any new occurrences since the cleansing with the sage, except one day more recently when my son casually told me he was coming up the stairs when he was sure he saw someone in his room. He only saw the legs and by the time he reached the top of the stairs, they were gone. But... that's it. Nothing more. I for one, am trying to be more respectful, as I believe all the fighting "awoke" this entity and it was letting us know. Enough already!

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