This is only part of my story. The beginning actually. I will post the rest of it if you guys want to hear more. The haunting has started between 1998 and 2001 and has now catched up with me. Have a nice reading.
I had no clue it would come to this. I don't even know why I did it. I didn't do it just once. I did it many times. I shouldn't of done it. When will he take me away?
It all started when I was a young child, maybe four or five. It started in my sleep actually. I had this voice that talked to me when I was dreaming. This is not uncommon, but I had never heard this voice before. This voice was so deep, that the first time I heard it, even my young naive mind knew it was not human. It didn't trouble me at first. It was friendly, and talked to me gently and to be honest, that voice pretty much gained my confidence. Kind of like an imaginary dream friend. But in my head. After a few months, I started hearing it when I was awake. Even then it was being gentle and friendly, and I had no problems with it. Until the day my grandfather died a few years later. I was not really close to the guy, barely knew him. He was wheelchair bound and a crazed alcoholic, so my parents, who are pretty protective, didn't let him see me that much. The moment we pulled up in the driveway of the funeral home, I knew something was wrong. Those memories are so vivid in my mind. How could I forget? It started talking to me but not in the nice usual way. The voice was screaming random mean perverted things to me. Things kid's shouldn't hear. I told him to stop. My parents stared at me for a moment, and I realized I had just said that out loud. After telling my mom everything was fine, we got inside. We spent well over half an hour in the funeral home as my parents shared condolences with the rest of the family and friends. I was standing beside the corpse, and noticed a shining crucifix. Not being from a religious family and all, I didn't really cared about Jesus, but I thought it was pretty nice, so I walked up to it and touched it. The moment I touched it, everything went wrong. The voice in my head started yelling so loud, that I dropped on the ground hands over my ears, screaming. Everyone stopped what they were doing and just stared at me. Thinking about it now, I kind of feel embarrassed but what ever they probably forgot. My mom, tears in her eyes grabbed me by my shoulders and started shaking me telling me to stop. That's when it happened. I can remember it with so much detail every time I think about it It's like I had headphones on my head playing it back. The voice in my head screamed at me YOUR SOUL WILL BE MINE. And suddenly it stopped. My mom took me back home while my dad stayed at the funeral until the end.
This might seem incredible, but It's just the beginning. I was too scared to sleep for a few days after this, but eventually, I had no choice. Surprisingly, my sleep was not troubled by a screaming voice, and I was pretty damn happy about it. It had stopped. For a short time. A few days later, it talked to me. I was sure in my mind, that if it came back, it would be as violent as it was at the funeral, but to my surprise, it was apologetic. Apologies were offered, and me being a naive young boy, accepted them. To make up for it's misdeeds, the voice offered to take me flying, as it said. I was, like every boy pretty fond of flying, so I accepted. It took me, as some people call it, on a lucid dream, or on a out of body experience. If you are not familiar with this, it is as if your mind got out of your body and traveled anywhere it wanted. Some people don't believe in this, but I do. I remember it so clearly, as I rushed through the hot summer air flying above my neighborhood. I felt so free. Unfortunately, my trip quickly ended and I was pulled back into my body so fast, kind of like a slingshot. Once back inside my body, saw it. A large shadow, with no traits. If it had a face, I could not see it. It just stood there, possibly staring at me. I was terrified, I tried to run, but I could not move nor speak. I was so scared I puked. All over my bed sheets. When I looked up, the shadow was gone, and I started crying and yelling for my parents. They rushed in the room asking what was wrong. When I told them about the shadow, they said what every one would of said. "It was your imagination"or "It was probably a dream." No it was not. I remember seeing that shadow, and I was well awake.
For the next few years, it was thought I had OCD. Every time I went around a pole for example, I had to come around it on the other side. If I dribbled a ball once with one hand, I had to do it with the other. Those are just a few example, but the point is, I didn't have OCD. Every time I did something like this, the voice in my head told me to do it, or my soul would be his. This takes us to the beginning of this post. I agreed to those requests every time. It was challenging me and I agreed every time. The climax of those small events happened at my town's pool. My mom took me there because it was well above 100 degrees and we could not afford a pool or air conditioning. I was not a very good swimmer, but when I was fooling around with some kid's I knew over there, the voice talked. I know this whole voice thing sounds crazy, but it's true. He told me to go under water and swim from one end of the pool to the other. Wanting to keep my soul, I obliged. I swam as fast as I could even If I was pretty slow (Still am by the way). As I crossed the half mark of the pool, my lungs were burning so hard, I started to exhale. Even if no air was left in my lungs and I thought they were going to explode, I kept going, kept going until I inhaled. After this part, I don't recall the trip back home, since I was out cold. When I woke up, it was night time, and it was there. The shadow. This time, it was standing above me and I'm almost 100% sure it was staring at me. I started shivering with cold, I could move this time, but I was too shocked to do anything. I pissed my pants. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I was shaking uncontrollably and I couldn't breathe. The voice then started laughing. Like if it was happy or something. It then said to me, "Your soul is mine" in a voice so calm it almost scared me more than the shadow. I closed my eyes to cry, and when I opened them again, it was gone.
After these incidents, the voice stopped, and the shadow was not bothering me any more. That last event probably happened when I was 10 or 11, but the reason why I wanted to share this, is because it has started again. The voice and the shadow. I woke up a few nights ago, and you know that feeling when you stare in the darkness of your room and you think you can make a shape out of a shadow and your not sure if it's something or just your imagination? When this happened to me last week, I saw the shadow. I was so terrified, I pissed in my bed. I am 20 years old and I'm not afraid to admit it. The voice also talked to me. It just said "It's almost time."