The homeowner, who I shall call John, has agreed to me writing an article on the haunting, but asked that I keep certain things private. His name, the location and stuff like that. It was something out of a horror movie, and this is how it all went down.
When I first saw the house, it really didn’t scream spook central. Ordinary two story home with patio and garage. The garage was cool because it had an upstairs to it. I haven’t seen a garage like that since I was young. John told me an elderly woman had died in the yard, and she was known to be very cranky. He also told me when the family sold him the house, they hinted at it being haunted. The air felt, I don’t know, depressing.
We walked over to the picnic table on the patio. It was a circular one with a large umbrella sticking out from the center of it. He explained to me that recently his girlfriend was smoking there and the umbrella lifted up out of the table, and fell next to her. Wind? Possibly, but you should always keep an open mind until you know all the facts. Then you can make a judgement call.
He took me inside, which felt really strange. We walked into the kitchen and he stopped, looking around really nervously.
“I came in here one day, and all the dishes were tossed about and the cabinet doors were all open.”
“Do you have a dog?” I asked.
He told me he had two, but they were gone because something in the house was scratching them up and locking them in rooms. I opened the doors and saw the windows were closed. No radio or television on. What growled at me was not human or natural. It was demonic.
I took him back outside and asked him if he had any kind of religion that he followed. He said no. I had a house to solve, which takes a lot of faith and I was doing it with someone who had no faith in anything. He told me he read online that burning sage would help so he had bought some. He had the tools but had no idea how to use them. I took a deep breath, and despite my better judgement, I agreed to show him.
I explained that he had to follow exactly, no matter what was happening around him. If it is demonic, I explained, it will do whatever it can to distract him from the ritual. I told him to walk room to room, leaving the last room with a window open. That would be where the ritual would end. Then I noticed the old mirror on the floor. I asked him if it was his and he told me that and several others were left by the now deceased former occupant. Not good. The spirit could be attached to any of them. I helped him gather the mirrors and placed them in his garage. Then we started the ritual.
He lit the sage and walked room to room. I instructed him to take ownership of the house and demand the spirit leave. He also told the spirits they didn’t have permission to touch him, his family or his pets. I followed behind reciting the Lord’s Prayer and demanding the spirits leave in the name of God. I offered to do an EVP session, but he said he didn’t want to know what the spirits might be saying. While we were doing the ritual we could hear people running up and down the stairs, running down the hallway upstairs, laughing, crying, talking and even singing. We couldn’t make out what they were saying, but we both heard voices.
We finished in the upstairs bedroom, going to all four corners and then to the window. Something took my breath away for a brief instant, and then the room brightened. The feeling of oppression was gone. Like a breeze pulled it out the window.
I’ve been through hauntings before, but this was the first and hopefully only time I did one solo. I love learning about the past and helping spirits whenever possible, but I prefer to have back up just in case. I don’t recommend doing this alone to anyone. Leave it to the professionals. Please. As of this writing the house is still free and clear.
John was instructed to contact me if there were any more happenings. Fingers are crossed on this one.
by Helen Bishop:
I see the problem, and it's just a question of semantics. The children are looking for a treat, not offering you one. I'm surprised that the neighborhood hasn't noticed that your place is bulging yet. I suggest you pick out a few of the tastiest looking ones to send down to your beasties, wipe the memories of the rest, fill them up with sugar, and let them go. It may help your tenuous perch in the town to be part of the search party.
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by The Vampire Queen1
"I worship my ego and I worship my life, for I am the only God that is.
"I am proud that I am a predatory animal and I honor my animal instincts.
"I exalt my rational mind and hold no belief that is in defiance of reason.
"I recognize the difference between the worlds of truth and fantasy.
"I acknowledge the fact that survival is the highest law.
"I acknowledge the Powers of Darkness to be hidden natural laws through which I work my magic.
"I know that my beliefs in Ritual are fantasy but the magic is real,
and I respect and acknowledge the results of my magic.
"I realize that there is no heaven as there is no hell, and I view death as the destroyer of life. Therefore I will make the most of life here and now.
I am a Vampire.
Bow down before me."
the Undead who rule this earth.
He is a connoisseur of sci-fi and paranormal films and books. He, also, lives in Houston with his son.