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Closest Thing To A Demon

 

This is not about demons or devils. This is about the man who is technically my grandfather. He died before I was born. No one mourned him, and I mean no one. He was a pedophile, alcoholic, violent, abusive individual.

On first impression he was a charming man, handsome, polite, personable. But he couldn't hold up the charade for very long. He ended up losing any friends he made pretty quickly.

By the time he died his children were teenagers and young adults. The circumstances surrounding his death were mysterious and still are. He was found a long way from where he lived. He was last seen running through this area from, seemingly someone, through suburban backyards, frantically jumping fences but no one was seen chasing him. His body was found near by a short time after, he had been bashed.

Times were different in my grandparents' day. A woman raising a family as a single parent was uncommon, likewise this idea wasn't financially supported in society. Financially it was impossible for my Grandmother to up and leave him, just like that. She did her best to keep the family safe. Eventually she would open her own florist business and with the success of this and music teaching was finally able to leave him. She kept the family home and he went to live with his sister.

My Grandmother believed in ghosts but never talked much about them, with this one exception. Shortly after my grandfather died, a few weeks or so later, she was taking a bath. As she laid back to immerse her hair she felt someone push and hold her under the water. She thrashed around but could not lift herself up. Eventually the force was lifted. She threw on her gown and ran out to tell the, by then mature, kids what happened. She wasn't the sort to talk about ghosts with or around younger people. She would never talk to me about this incident, only to say "That's not something you need to worry about". They all believed it was him. I got the details over the years from other family members. They remember her as running into the lounge all out of breath and dripping wet. Mum quoted her as saying "Your father tried to drown me"

This horrible event is hard for me to imagine. I never knew my Grandmother to be afraid of anything.

We lived with my Grandmother for a while in the 80's, about four years. I knew her house well. One of the floor boards outside Gran's bedroom was very noisy. Back in 2000, shortly after she passed, we were clearing her house out. This process took a long time. But this night happened shortly after her passing.

Gran had four rings which were special to her. There was a story behind each of them. The diamonds and gems had been passed down through the generations. My Aunty had put these rings aside, in one of Gran's drawers and told her three siblings to each choose one to keep and take home. My Mum isn't interested in jewelry and wasn't interested in any of the rings so my Aunty told me to choose one instead.

This particular time Mum and I went over to the house at night. It was a very windy night. Mum was in the garage and bungalo thing and I was clearing out the kitchen and bedroom. I felt sad taking one of Gran's rings, I decided it best to make this the last task of the night. As I was sorting through odds and ends in her bedroom I was thinking about the rings. I hadn't told anyone from the family about this, but I'd secretly hoped a particular ring hadn't been claimed yet. It was because of a conversation I'd had with Gran about her rings one day. She lit up when talking about this particular ring. It had diamonds and emeralds. The emeralds had come from her Grandmother's engagement ring and she had them set with a diamond which came from her mother's engagement ring, together with a diamond from her own engagement ring. It was the way she loved talking about this ring that day, that made it special to me. My Aunty loves family history and sentimentality so I figured she would have that ring. I didn't mind, as long as it was in good hands, and I knew that with her it would be.

Finally I took a break and checked the drawer. To my surprise that ring was there. This is where things get weird.

The rings were in a top drawer of a tallboy, so I was standing. It was very windy that night and I began hearing a conversation, sounded like outside. I thought the wind was carrying the sound because you couldn't normally hear outside street conversations from inside the house, unless people were yelling. These voices were simply talking. I don't remember exactly when this conversation started. But it was right about when I decided to look at the rings.

As I was looking at the rings I realized the conversation was my Grandmother and two of her passed on friends. They sounded like they were having the best time. Just like one of my Gran's many dinner parties. The strange part was my lack of reaction. I was listening intently thinking 'that's definitely them', but I felt strangely numb and slightly on edge. Also strange they sounded like they were coming from the back spare room, which was also my old bedroom. This didn't make much sense. But I guess, if they really were there, they might use a room where they weren't likely to be interrupted. This or, the act of opening this drawer, with the intent of choosing a ring, connected me with them. Either way there was something about the wind that night which felt helpful to my hearing them. Though I can't fathom why.

Gran's bedroom door always naturally swung closed, leaving a large space open. It's an old house. So the bedroom door was semi closed. I was stood at the drawer with my back to the door, listening. Then the familiar noisy creak of the floor boards outside the bedroom door. Someone was there and it wasn't Mum, I would've heard the wire door which sounded like a crash symbol. The floor boards weren't sounding as if someone was walking on them, more like standing on them and positioning themselves. I knew it was him, my grandfather.

This was a very strange moment and still is to remember. I could still hear the jovial conversation through the wind, but I knew 'he' was outside the door. The floor boards creaked again, I was sure he was peering in through the opening in the door. I tried to ignore it but after a few more creaks, it was too much. I quickly put the ring into a box I found in the drawer, put this into my makeup bag and into my handbag, then gathered everything else. This simple action seemed to take for ever.

It might not sound like much, but this was the scariest ghost encounter I've ever had, still is to this day. I don't believe I'd ever encountered my grandfather before that night and Gran's house never felt negatively haunted by anything.

I ran out of the bedroom heading to the front door. Exiting the bedroom was awful, I felt he was standing right there, enjoying scaring me. The rest of the house was dark, usually I love the dark, but not that night.

Mum was still in the garage. I said something simple like "Mum, this feels weird, can we go?" She said she also felt weird. I said I hadn't locked up yet and didn't want to go back up alone. She told me to wait in the car, which I gladly did. Then I realized I'd left the kitchen and bedroom lights on.

When Mum got into the car I asked her how the house felt and she said it felt good. She said she felt negativity shortly before I came down but that it left again. I was glad of that. I asked if she heard any talking and she said she didn't. I didn't want to talk about what had happened so I said I thought I heard a noisy bunch of people walking past the house before I came out.

Shortly after that night I had a dream about my grandfather. In the dream I was standing outside Gran's house, in the front yard. It was night time and windy, like that night. I was standing outside the garage, he was standing at the pathway to the front door, almost blocking me from entering, now that I think about it. As odd as this sounds he had yellow skin and strange patches on his face. The patches were skin which resembled a deflated balloon, a bit sunken and dimpled. These were around his temples. That was it, end of dream. Needless to say the mood wasn't good.

It was many years later that I told my Mum about what happened that night, and the dream. The rest of the family only spoke of positive ghost encounters around that time. Maybe I was targeted for whatever reason, ergh. When I told her about the dream, she told me that's how he looked when she identified him. She also said he looked wet.

Mum was interstate when he died, no one wanted to identify him. His sister hated him, despite taking him in, she didn't want to do it either. So it took a few days. Because of Gran's florist business, which mostly came from funerals and weddings, we've seen a fair amount of dead folk. I've seen at least one yellow-ish corpse that I can remember, he wasn't as yellow as my grandfather in the dream. Mum said she never came across anyone so yellow again. No one had anything to do with him after Gran kicked him out. In those years it's possible he developed jaundice and turned yellow. But the body staying yellow like that after a few days? Perhaps the morgue staff put some yellowy lotion on him for some reason. That might explain why he looked 'wet'.

He was buried in an unmarked grave at the end of the street where my Gran lived. My Gran was buried in the same grave. Gran's headstone has no mention of him. It's like he never existed. It's possible this pissed him off enough to scare me, why the heck me though? I had nothing to do with it. Needless to say the yellow details provided by Mum freaked me out a little.

When I think about hearing Gran and her friends I can now separate that from the scary stuff and choose to just recall that part of it alone. It would suck if the creaking floorboards were my Grandmother and I simply got the heebie jeebies and jumped to the wrong conclusion. I might have missed out on a really cool encounter. But my gut told me the direct opposite. It was like he was interrupting something which would've otherwise been totally positive.

Thankfully I've had nothing more to do with this creep. What I've had is a brief encounter which chilled me to the core. Can't begin to fathom what it would've been like to live with him. He really is the closest thing I've known to a demon.

Thanks for reading.

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Wish-Not (16 stories) (522 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-08-14)
zzsgranny- I left a message with the admin that posted story. I've been off the grid over the weekend. I'll have to check and see. I'm hoping they see the error. Or, I actually believe I will remove myself from that group. Wrong is wrong.
zzsgranny (18 stories) (3312 posts) mod
 
4 months ago (2017-08-11)
Wish-Not: Any update or progress made? Just curious because I know I've gotten some nasty replies before when I tried to advise page admins.
Martin (576 posts) mod
 
4 months ago (2017-08-09)
The thing with facebook groups is they're often managed by people who don't know any better, they're not professionals in the publishing industry.

If you complain to a particular facebook group and you're communicating with the group owner/moderator/etc, while you're at it, you can mention to remove any other stories from YGS where they didn't get official permission from the author. Just a way to help other people here at the same time. If they don't know what story come from where, that's when you tell them if it's copied from elsewhere, it's infringement, and their whole group could get forcibly closed if they don't clean up their act.

If you're making a formal complaint to Facebook using their copyright infringement procedures, however, legally, you can only specify your own work.
Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
 
4 months ago (2017-08-09)
FYI - the Facebook group I found my stories on, and demanded they be removed, responded by removing them and apologizing.

Martin - I suggested they contact you.
Miracles51031 (36 stories) (4802 posts) mod
 
4 months ago (2017-08-09)
Martin - glad you said that because I complained loudly and often when I found my stories on Facebook today. They are my experiences and those of my kids'. If I wanted to share them on Facebook, I would do ot myself. 😠
Martin (576 posts) mod
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4 months ago (2017-08-09)
Tweed, Google will only display results for publicly accessible content, if it's private and requires special access, then Google will not be able to index it. But these facebook groups are a plague when it comes to copyright infringement, if you are the author of a story that has been stolen, you have every right to complain 😠 and you can follow facebook's instructions:

Reporting Copyright Infringements
Https://www.facebook.com/help/400287850027717/
Wish-Not (16 stories) (522 posts)
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4 months ago (2017-08-09)
I'll see what I can do. I'll explain the copy right info from YGS. I'm hoping they will understand.

On a side note, guess they were needing some REALLY good stories to fill their page.
zzsgranny (18 stories) (3312 posts) mod
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4 months ago (2017-08-09)
Okay, Wish-not. It's in a group and I can't see it 😆 I don't want to join the group, but if you're a member, can you explain the situation and ask that they remove it? They really don't have to since you're not the original author but most times, if you ask nicely, they'll comply.

Otherwise there's not much else we can do.
Wish-Not (16 stories) (522 posts)
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4 months ago (2017-08-09)
zzsgranny (18 stories) (3312 posts) mod
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4 months ago (2017-08-09)
Before everybody gets upset, please notice the "like" and "share" buttons (for facebook as well as twitter) under every story. If someone uses these, a link is posted that leads to our site, full credit is given to the site and the author.

This is a fail safe against plagiarism.
Tweed (23 stories) (2042 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-08-09)
Some pillock has copy/pasted one of my narratives on bloody facebook. I don't have a facebook account and can only read 'login to continue' from the link I was sent. Can someone please let the genius know I'd like them to remove it.

Bollocks to this. Got to roll, will sort it tomorrow.

Thanks heaps Wish Not for wording me up!

General question about facebook and search results. Noticed search results never turn up facebook crap, why don't search engines show stuff from facebook? Bit counterproductive isn't it?
Tweed (23 stories) (2042 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-08-09)
Wish Not I just sent you an email to your gmail account. Check your spam folder lest it end up there. Hopefully it's worked. 😊
Wish-Not (16 stories) (522 posts)
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4 months ago (2017-08-09)
So, just incase I just can't get through to you, go to my profile and click on my gmail account and send something to me. I will be able to reply back with info 😊
Wish-Not (16 stories) (522 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-08-09)
Tweed- I sent it from work email. Not sure if that is why. I'll go over to my yahoo account and resend.
I clicked on the email address you have posted on your profile page.
Tweed (23 stories) (2042 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-08-09)
Wish Not, are you sure you sent the email to me? Nothing's showing up in my inbox or spam folder. Maybe try resending it?
Tweed (23 stories) (2042 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-08-09)
Hey Wish Not, probably just as well you told me as I'm in the habit of not checking emails every day lol. I'll check it out. Hope everything's okay.
Wish-Not (16 stories) (522 posts)
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4 months ago (2017-08-09)
Tweed, I sent you an e-mail concerning one of your stories. 😠
Tweed (23 stories) (2042 posts)
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4 months ago (2017-07-31)
Augusta, wow I'd never have thought to do a cleansing of her grave, thanks for that suggestion! I had a giggle at your way with words 'mean spirited old baggage' 😆
It's sad to learn that so many can relate to having known someone like this. Not just on YGS but in general when I tell people about him, which isn't very often. It's weird to think how he checked every 'mean' box there is to check. I like the old scratch conclusion, very fitting.
Family have each dealt with him differently, which is remarkably well. I think knowing that my Grandmother was on their side made all the difference. The place is on a large block so there's plenty of land to disappear into during the day when/if he was home. I think that's how Mum and my Aunt and Uncles coped day to day. ❤
AugustaM (2 stories) (429 posts)
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4 months ago (2017-07-31)
I am having a very hard time appropriately phrasing my comment - I too found this hit close to home... And what a wretched kinship it is to share! But I had a grandfather who very much fit the description of your own who has also since passed (and continued to cause problems) though his exit from this life wasn't nearly so dramatic or fitting. Sounds like it was the devil himself (just the way you hear about him in old folk tales) that chased him through those woods - if this was a legend I would say Old Scratch came to take him back! I doubt not one bit that it was that mean spirited old baggage outside your late grandmother's room that day just trying to ruin the moment and it makes me glad that you can still remember the happiness in it meaning that he failed! I hope what damage he did to your family in life has since healed. Have you ever considered doing a small cleansing at your grandmother's grave? It might kick his nasty spirit out of the running and let your grandmother come through ❤
Tweed (23 stories) (2042 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-07-30)
Val, bless you for feeling for my Grandmother. ❤ If it wasn't for hearing her and her friends voices during that weird moment I doubt I would've submitted this. Wouldn't want to give him the attention. I'm glad I did though, because the yellow detail has always baffled me. Thanks for that information, I really appreciate it.
It's baffled me because I wondered if he meant to show himself in that form, I'm sure he did. But was it purely for shock value or was it partly genuine, I've wondered. After yours and L's take on the yellow I guess his appearance was part genuine, in a way. Sort of a manifestation of his own horrible ways, though I'm sure he was aware of his appearance, that's the impression I got.
The corpses I remember were mostly mottled pink/blue/purple like bruising, or more monotone grey. One was all blue, which was odd, as was the more yellow one. Strange as it may sound the ones in 'funeral make up' unsettled me, whereas the unmade up ones didn't. 😕 I guess that was because I was exposed to a lot of horror movies as a child lol. But his appearance in the dream really got to me.
valkricry (39 stories) (2772 posts) mod
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4 months ago (2017-07-30)
Tweed, like Melda, I had to back off of this one for a bit. I actually, had a cry for your Grandma. Her situation hit a bit close to home.
There's a chemical used in embalming: Glutaraldehyde. It leaves a yellow stain in the tissue. In 1992 (I think it was '92) a new method of embalming using different salts and chemicals was invented. But from what you said, he was only seen by your Mom when she ID-ed him - I doubt that he was embalmed yet, but it's possible.
However, some folks do turn 'yellow' once their blood stops circulating. Adipose is yellow in color, and sometimes when circulation stops it becomes very pronounced through the skin. Some folks turn grey, others bluish No one really knows why this is, beyond the circulation having stopped.
Tweed (23 stories) (2042 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-07-30)
Lady Glow, while typing this up I realised what a strong woman my Grandmother really was. She was very independent for her time. 😊

Melda, no worries. I don't mind who does or doesn't respond, it's cool. 😊
Melda (9 stories) (717 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-07-30)
Tweed - I think many of us have skeletons in our closets.

Our family has one too - never spoken about anymore. Fortunately not my maternal granddad - he was a wonderful man. My paternal granddad died before I was born but by all accounts a very well-respected and kindly individual.

There was somebody else, also a relative, who my family turned their backs on. I thought he was great - but that's because for some reason he liked me and didn't harm me at all. However, he harmed many others. I had to wait for years to finally hear the true reason for his exorcism.

This is still rather a painful memory, which is why I didn't respond to you earlier.

Regards, Melda
Melda (9 stories) (717 posts)
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5 months ago (2017-07-30)
Manafon - Thank you, I'm purring. You aren't so bad yourself 😊

Not sure whether I've reached the 50 mark.

Regards, Melda
lady-glow (8 stories) (1622 posts)
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5 months ago (2017-07-29)
Tweed: thanks for sharing such a fascinating experience.
Your grandfather was mean in steroids and not willing to let anybody around him to live a happy moment.

Kudos to your grandmother for getting out of such a terrible relationship. She sure was a strong woman.
Manafon1 (5 stories) (505 posts)
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5 months ago (2017-07-29)
Melda--Thanks so much for your kind words. You are a very sweet person 😊.
Tweed (23 stories) (2042 posts)
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5 months ago (2017-07-29)
Benny, your impressions are the same as mine. The moment caught me off guard, which I think is why it was so scary. Up until then I'd never given him much thought. Was never even curious about him.

L, that's interesting about the yellow you saw. I've always been under the impression that open caskets meant the body was painted in 'funeral make up'. If that's true they paint the hands too. It always looked fake and orangey to me. But that was in the 1980's, it's probably improved. Canary yellow is very odd and inappropriate. Sorry you had that shock. Maybe there's some chemical/lotion which is applied that gives this freakish colour. My grandfather didn't have a viewing or open casket. He didn't really have a funeral as far as I know. But it sounds like what ever made your Aunt's skin tone also made his skin tone so vivid. Be it chemical or physical. Weird stuff, and very cheery I agree!

Manafon, wow about the wind theory. Thanks for typing that great quote out, I've read over it a few times. His theory would explain why they sounded like they were in the back room and yeah, he did crash the party. Urgh what a horrible person he was.
When you think about all the stuff that's possible on the other side, even if you're a sociopath, surely there's loads of better things than scaring someone from behind a freaking door. For goodness sake. How pathetic.
Melda (9 stories) (717 posts)
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5 months ago (2017-07-29)
Manafon - If I could have given you 10 karma points on your comment I would have done so. What beautifully spoken words.

Regards, Melda
Manafon1 (5 stories) (505 posts)
+3
5 months ago (2017-07-29)
Tweed--This was a very interesting account. Your Grandmother sounds as wonderful as your Grandfather sounds despicable. The way you note the wind on the night you heard the voices of your Grandmother and two of her deceased friends reminded me of a guy I quoted once in a comment on someone else's account.

The naturalist W.H. Hudson had two vivid paranormal experiences that involved faces of people he knew appearing in front of him as if fluttering, flag like, in the wind. The faces he saw were of people who were at the time alive, but what he wrote about the experiences seems pertinent to your account. He wrote, "Doubtless, they were images on the brain, projected into the air, as it seemed, and their incessant windy motions perhaps corresponded with an agitation of the brain, or with the substance of it in which the affections, memory, reason and imagination reside, with perhaps other faculties we know not of or are just beginning to know."

He then states, "And if, as I imagine, the wind was the cause of the agitation of the brain--the wind or the subtle immaterial substance which pervades the brain and the winds alike, or perhaps moves with the wind--then the direction in which it blows may be a fact to be taken into account as wafting or blurring or making a vivid mental message from a distance."

I wanted to quote Hudson directly as it seems he was really on to something as your experience with a windy night and the voices of your Grandmother and two of her friends seems to illuminate. I can only guess that your Grandfather was drawn by the presence of your Grandmother and you taking her ring. Your Grandmother's presence seems to have been there to share in the event of the passing of the ring. Your Grandfather, like most sociopathic individuals, was there to disrupt an otherwise special occasion. Hopefully, the memory of your Grandmother and her friends sharing a special moment with you overrides that of your Grandfather party crashing an otherwise gentle encounter.
L_Melb (202 posts)
+1
5 months ago (2017-07-29)
Hi Tweed,
It has been a pleasure having multiple accounts of yours in such a short burst, the way you write is great to read.
It is a strange time your grandfather chose to show up but I think you're right to go with what your gut tells you.
Having dreams invaded is beyond foul but at least it sounds like it's over and done with.
About the yellow thing... I remember at my aunt's funeral, they had an open casket (can't think why) and although I had no intention of going over to look, I saw her hand as I glanced in that direction.
It was yellow, I mean like a canary - shocked me and I never forgot. She passed from cancer however, so it was unlike your grandfather's death but wanted to say that, yep, there are some amazing shades of the colour out there!
Hmmm, that was a cheerful post 😕
Thanks, it's times like these when people really open up that we're privileged to read some great experiences 😊

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