Due to the suggestions I have gotten on here, I tried the simple ones last night. He is not up to blessing the house saying, "It won't leave".
I decided to have my best friend Hillary stay the night at Joe's last night (3/13/12). Who all was there was Joe, his roommate Mike, Hillary, and myself, oh and Joe's dog Nala.
Joe and I picked up Hillary around 7 pm and took her to Joe's house. A lot of Mike's guy friends were there but left as soon as we arrived. I made dinner, everything was going fine. We were all sitting at the table just talking (I hadn't seen Hillary in a few weeks). Joe usually goes to bed around 9-9:30pm because he leaves for work between 4-6am, depending on the day.
After dinner Joe got sleepy but I asked him not to go into the bedroom without me and he ended up passing out on the couch. The "house" is more like a trailer with the layout, so you can picture that but not in a trailer park or anything. It's set way back in the woods. Anyways, back on track, Joe passed out on the couch; Mike was talking from the recliner in the living room which is just right on the other side of the kitchen table where Hillary and I were still sitting. Eventually Mike fell asleep in the chair around 11.
Hillary and I were being rather loud and Joe woke up and went into his room. I didn't tell him but I had hidden a tape recorder in there before he went in. About 40 minutes later, Hillary and I still talking about high school and what not, Mike sits up out of a sound sleep and takes a long look around the room. The dog went crazy but I think he startled her when he popped up all of a sudden. Mike said nothing and flung himself out of the chair using his arms, I didn't even see his feet touch the ground. He ran down the hallway and ripped open Joe's bedroom door and screamed "WHATEVER THE F#$@ YOU ARE, GET THE F#$@ OUT OF MY F#$@ING HOUSE." (He likes the Fword sorry). Hillary and I both about had a heart attack because we had no idea what just happened.
After he yelled, he calmly walked back over to the recliner and sat back down. Hillary and I both asked him what happened and Joe was up and out in the living room by now. Mike told us that something had woke him up and when he sat up he say the entire living room filled with bodies and in the center right in front of him was a black figure with a skull ram/goat head. Joe just put his head into his hands. Mike looked right at Joe and said, "Joe, when you see that thing what color are its eyes?" Joe said orange. Mike said, "What the h#ll did you p@ss off, Joe? The thing I saw had orange eyes too."
This whole time I can't help but think finally it's not just me. Mike had an experience now too. Keep in mind Mike was never told what was going on at night. I didn't want to scare him because he lives there too. Him seeing the room full of bodies is how I feel laying in bed like the bed is surrounded and Joe's just talking away. But Mike kept asking Joe what he did to bring this on. Joe really doesn't know and really isn't to keen on talking about this subject.
Mike decided to go back into the room and tell it again it had to leave because Joe said he could still feel it there. When Mike went in there he said he saw Nala lying in her doggy bed. Only one problem, Mike scared her so bad she was lying under the kitchen table near my feet the whole time and wouldn't even go near that hallway. I thought that was weird because none of us have ever experienced seeing a dog. So we all decided it would be a good idea for us to sleep together all in the living room.
Mike blew up an air mattress for Hillary and I on the floor, Joe on the couch, and Mike on the recliner, and Nala decided to snuggle in-between Hillary and I. I had to go get the bedding from Joe's room and remembered I had put the recorder in there recording! I grabbed it and to my surprise, it had been turned off and locked. I am very good with recorders and use them a lot because I am legally blind in my right eye and use them to record lectures in school. Anyways it was off and the switch to lock it was flipped (similar to an IPod). There is no way I can think of that Joe did it. 1) He didn't know it was in there or where it was, and 2) He was half asleep when he went in there I doubt his first thought was, "Hey let's search the room for a recorder."
Well, we set up our "campout" in the living room and everyone laid down. I read Psalm 91 and 71 from the King James Version of the Bible before we went to sleep. As we were laying there we kept hearing a clicking sound coming from Joe's room, then it would stop a few minutes and then we would hear it coming from the kitchen. It kept switching every 10 minutes or so. It wasn't loud just kind of like someone softly snapping their fingers. Joe instantly wakes up and says "Kayla, its f#$*ing with me." I told it in the name of Jesus Christ it had to leave and Joe fell back asleep. It's about 3 am at this point and Joe made a weird umm "huffy" noise and shot up. He said that he felt like something was trying to not let him breath. One again I said in as much of a loud and demanding voice I could muster that in the name of Jesus Christ it had to leave. Joe went back to bed again and my talking/yelling woke Hillary up, Mike sleeps like a rock.
Hillary pinched my leg about 10 minutes later and told me to look at Joe. I was like "Why? I can hear him snoring. It's fine go to bed I'm awake and there is nothing to worry about. She said, "No, Kayla, please look." I turned my head and Joe's eyes were open, but not just open, he was almost glaring right at her with his eyes fixed. I didn't get it. He was still snoring, sound asleep I think.
Finally the alarm rang at 4:00 am for work. He called in saying he didn't feel well and went to the bathroom to vomit. He did about three or four times then went to sleep. I finally fell asleep after he was settled again. I woke up at 7 when Mike got up for work. Mike left and everything was fine. The house felt calm and normal. Mike called around 12 to say when he got to work he got really sick and just instantly threw up on a pile of tires. (He works in an auto shop).
Joe told me today that it is mad now and doesn't just not like me, it's mad at all four of us. I really think I made it mad looking for help. Today while I was researching (home alone), I heard my sister's bedroom door slam closed. It was already closed, so that means it opened and the closed. And about 5 minutes after that a lantern hanging in my room fell from my ceiling. The screwed in hook and everything. I know those aren't huge things but nothing strange happens in my home let alone my bedroom and I honestly didn't think it could come into my home, but now I am starting to think I was wrong.
I need any immediate help anyone can offer. Please! What is happening to us?