Is This Freaky Or What???
It was a nice house. The house which would come to be the key which would lock me in a permanent dungeon of horror forever. In 1997 I came to Willington,Iowa. A small town into which little big buisiness or large shopping centers had come. I had moved here because of the quiet and calm of a small town.
The house was an old Colonial era house of modest but large size. It was on a sprawling piece of land with many caves, creeks, cliffs, pools, and other geological oddities I felt would be quite enjoyed by my daughter and son. The locals were never incredibly friendly to us urban folks. But that was not a big problem because we would only come to town for groceries and other things of the sort. We had 250 acres to explore. Quite enough to occupy our free time. I was an author. I had gained custody of the children from Martha and was very happy to have my children back with me.
In the first few months we had grown to love the place and we all felt a certain emotional bond with its
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charm. We all slept well in our beds confident of a new start in Willington.
It started in 1998 two and a half months after our settlement there. My 10 year old daughter complained of pains in the
chest. I took her to the doctor and he saw nothing physically wrong. She took some aspirin and that was all. The next day both my children were complaining of the same pains. My son being one year older than her. Could maybe the doctor said be a growth spert. But after about a week the pains had stopped in both of them.
The next few weeks were normal except for my son was not going out to explore in the woods anymore. I asked if he would go with me but he simply said "But you cant fight it." In a childish way. Never again would my boy or girl go into the woods.
A month or so after these incidents. I was typing at my typewriter and as normal fell asleep. I remember distinctly horrible dreams of doom and twisted inner torture which numbed feeling. i also had dreams of great outer
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spherical battles between great forces of godly power. White great mounds of force lunging down upon dark forboding rocky fluids twisting around the light figures of…good I gathered. I felt confident at first behind the great white beings but soon my confidence turned into uncertainy which became terror at the sight of constant battle between these forces. I woke up with straining on my chest as my children descibed.
Leaning back on my chair I fell forward as my eyes met the paper which had been typed in front of me. I looked over it seeing that it was complete gibberish. Letters put together so that when you pronounced them a horrible feeling in the throat came over you. The words and sounds when read came out as gutteral ugly sounds which seemed to be words. I felt incredibly strange reading it. I felt as though I could almost read them. Like almost being able to read latin from derivatives. But I came to terms with the fact I couldnt read them. I came back to myself after
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wondering over the paper. I began alarmingly worried about what had typed it and why it was gibberish. I felt a great stress and instincively ran to check on my kids. They were both downstairs doing the work I had assigned to them on the floor in front of the television. They were working and watching T.V. at the same time. I immediatly asked if they were messing with my typewriter. They both said no reminding me they wrent allowed in my study. I immediately went throught the possibilities of how this strange yet forbodingly intriguing piece of writing had been typed. In my sleep I might have run my arm over the keyboard, but how would that explain the spacing between words? I became very alarmed and my children asked what I had. I showed them the paper and they knew nothing about it. I had forgotten about the great pain in my chest with all the wondering. I had no idea what to do. I seemed to subconciously make the connection between my dreams and what had been on this paper.
Im not incrdibly sure what to wrie next. I dont know where to go with the story.
Pretty fuckin scary huh?
Well the plot is good but i have not seen enough detail to really get my imagination going. perhaps when speaking of the paper with the type on it make up a language that looks like gibberish and let us break the code or something. not anything too hard but just enough to get our minds working. the story was forced too quickly.
if i cant imagine the scene than it wont get the hairs on my neck standing.
so recap
1. good plot has many places that it could go.
2. not enough detail.
3. relate to your readers and challenge them.
thanks
cool, i like this one. yeah, i say pretty freaky. but as where go from there i don’t know. I’m not a writer, I’m a reader =]
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Something of the same thing happened to me. I am a collector of antiquities and I bought 4 books of witchcraft at an auction. The books dated before 1800 so I prized them alot.
In the USA they are worth alot of money but I bougt them in Europe and it seemed that nobody was really interested in them. I was excited that I paid peanuts for what was worth a great deal where I come from.
I stored the books in my library and shortly afterwards mt step son (14) started acting strainge. He would not go near my library and would often take another route to go to the family room in our house.
I asked him about it on numerous occassions and he said that something is after him. I took this a childish and dismissed it at once.
He began sleeping with a light on and would wake upseveral times a night and wake his mother up. His condition would always be somewhat fieghtened.
This went on for months, but I did notice strange things around the house moved from their previous position. My mother visited the house and is spiritually connected to the church. She walked maybe 5 steps into the house and stopped. A very worried look came over her. I thought that she was having a health problem and immediately put my arm around her to sit her down. She said she must go outside to get some fresh air. My wife brought us some tea onto the porch area and my mother said to me in a very serious voice"honey you have something evil in your house". I said mom what are you talking about. She said really I cannot go in there.
I thought all of this was simply crazy. Two night later she came back with a bunch of people and they had bibles and were saying things. As they walked threw my house though, the pastor stopped right by my library and said to everyone, the evil is in her. He walked right up to the books and pointed. I said there just old books I bought at an auction. They argued with me for a long time and I agreed to move the books out of the house. I sold the books a few weeks later and it seemed that all went back to normal.
This is a true story no matter what anybody has to say about it. It really happened to me.
So my advise is there is something that is causing some sort of evil and bad things to happen around you. Research your land and house to find out if anything really bad happened there.
Find a church pastor to maybe come in and have a feel.
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Well the plot is good but i have not seen enough detail to really get my imagination going. perhaps when speaking of the paper with the type on it make up a language that looks like gibberish and let us break the code or something. not anything too hard but just enough to get our minds working. the story was forced too quickly.
if i cant imagine the scene than it wont get the hairs on my neck standing.
so recap
1. good plot has many places that it could go.
2. not enough detail.
3. relate to your readers and challenge them.
thanks
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Hey, I don’t think the question and the answer given relate to fiction, but fact, right? You both (questioner and answerer) experienced those events.
I’m an author but I don’t write fiction like that; they come into my non-fiction books as facts. Evil resides in a house that is old and has been left vacant a long while. And evil sticks to objects as well, like the witch’s books, and antiques and the voodoo souvenirs you buy while on holiday in say, Africa, S America and the Far East.
Fact is, Evil exists, and the Devil exists, and his demons too, and you walked into them. Nobody will side with you in your story in a secular society that tries not to show they believe in these things.
Go and buy Gabriele Amorth’s two books on Exorcism from Amazon.com and you see lots of cases similar to yours. Your eyes will be opened as to what you have been going through.
If you can go to a Catholic Church and get holy water, or get a pack of ordinary salt and get a Catholic priest to bless it, then scatter little amounts of the salt around your houses, there won’t be any more of these frightening events.
And no use telling friends about it. Even if they believe, they look sheepish and embarassed to confront issues like this and pretend to be sophisticated and tell you it was all a dream or you’ve been overworking, or you are having hallucinations.
And then your psychiatrist may have got lots and lots of reasons in high-sounding vocabulary and high-falluting language to explain it all away. If the blessed salt and water has any meaning, and can work fine, they will lose their jobs to recommend this to people.
Also go get a St Benedict’s cross from a Catholic shop, get it blessed by a Catholic priest and put somewhere around the house. It is full of Latin curses on the Devil and keeps him away. Then get a Miraculous Medal of the Blessed Virgin Mary and wear that too. If black magic exists in this world, you learn the ways of white holiness and confound the evil spirits.
Go look up the Internet for Exorcism prayers { Google Search Box: Exorcism Prayer} and say this out loud in your house too. You’ve got to show no fear and know that good is on your side.
In your personal life, everything you’ve done wrong has to be made right to be fully on the side of Right. If not, you are already in the power of the Evil Side, so where can you run to? Lots of bad things in this world are actually caused by the Evil One and his demons.
If you are Catholic, go make a confession and come back to Mass and the Sacraments. There are remedies for this kind of thing outside the Catholic Church but it is hard to find them.
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