To those who've read the first part of my experience, this part is a little long but not as long but I believe important enough to post.
Since the telling of my experience with this dark entity, I feel more at ease to mention the rest, and following the story I'll give my personal thoughts on it and welcome any comments or discussions.
After participating in a on the spot seance, the entire experience left me to really think about what went on. The cold room temperature, the swaying of the planter and curtains, the crying girl, scared and irritated friends and Clyde.
Clyde was the sleeping boyfriend of the sleeping girl, who ended up crying in her sleep. She had a bad dream of her brother who was in some kind of trouble. She told us in her dream the Devil came to him while he was sitting on a park bench. In the dream her brother was offered a ring from the Devil, and hesitantly accepted it. It was a few days later after this incident that my friends and I found out her brother in fact was in some serious trouble with drugs and some very bad people.
But, he told her that he met someone to help him out and things was going to be alright. I didn't say anything when I heard this because I knew it would've upset her and only stir up the anger her boyfriend Clyde had with us earlier in the week. I never knew what happened from then on since I removed myself from them and only hoped everything worked out, but I always had that little bit of wondering about it.
While I felt the entity that I saw within the eyes of Clyde was evil, who wouldn't at age 15 and scared almost to ones wits end, I believe is was a dark entity, yes probably strong enough to cause problems should it had wanted too at that point. Thankfully though, I believe it just wanted to make its presence known, and known it did!
Now, weeks later at my own home, a beautiful summer day, The skies were blue, the trade winds were cool, an awesome feeling day. Yes I love a good weathered day, pouring thundering days and nights especially!
My folks were talking story with my older brother who was visiting that day. I went to my room to comb my hair, I usually had my window open to let the winds blow through. I remembered looking at myself in the large mirror above my dresser when I heard a voice right outside my window call my name. I paused for a moment as my mind was logically trying to filter out whose voice it was calling me from the outside, yet everyone was inside talking in the kitchen?!
I didn't turn to look. I felt scared, paranoid for a reason. My first reaction to anything weird is to remain still, calm and process with what's going on. I didn't answer this voice either, for the obvious reason, scared. I could hear the voices of my folks talking, my brother laughing, so there was no way anyone I knew would be outside my window.
I'd like to explain best I can of How this voice sounded to me. When It said my name, I knew It wasn't any family members because no one ever calls me by my given name, everyone calls/ed me by my pet name, hence having heard my given name being called was disturbing. This voice sounded, soothing but in a sultry kind of way. Almost like it had an alluring tone to it. Thinking on it, It probably was trying to attract me to It. But since I didn't respond by looking or answering It the first time, the second time It called my name Its tone was much more firmer, almost like it was commanding me to answer It. But again I told myself not too, Yes at 15 I was pretty much scared and very paranoid especially knowing what happened just weeks before with that Clyde guy!
I never heard That voice again, but for a time after that incident, I'd see a face or outline of a face outside my window at night. As if someone was standing out there, and yes it was a single leveled home so you can look right in, but at night my habit was to close my windows, not completely but almost shut. After a time of ignoring It, it stopped showing up, but I always knew Something was always around me but never Inside my home.
Thinking back though I often times find myself wondering if, If that voice I heard so long ago might've been my guardian angel? What if it was and I turned away from it and my life after that incident went off to a rocky road?! Then again, what if I Did answer it, what would I have seen, if anything, what might've happened? A variation of things could've happened, maybe something positive or maybe negative? I prefer to just let that experience teach me a worthy lesson and move on.
Thanks for taking the time to read my post, any and all comments are welcomed! Have a wonderful day/night...As always...Peace...Letum*