I am new to this site, but I'd like to take a moment to share a story about one of my many paranormal experiences. I grew up in a old town in west Oklahoma that started as a Indian reform town. I remember when I was young hearing stories of magic and ghost, demons and angels, etc.
Anyhow, I grew up on top of the hill on Arapaho Street next door to a church but was never much of a believer, mostly because of all the evil I have seen come outta this one little 300 person town. This particular story has been a reoccurring encounter between me and, well, I don't know what.
It was my 13th birthday party, and I was setting on the hill with my friends and my step-siblings. It was about 10:30 pm and we were just talking when all the sudden I remember pointing, but I couldn't
Speak. This is where it's tricky to me. My brother looks at what I'm pointing at along with the rest and everyone sees it. It's probably about seven and a half feet tall, and it stepped over a fence in walking motion. My brother, being oldest, decided it was time to check it out and I went with but all we found were barefoot tracks. What a dumb a** that was. Reasoning being, when we all reflected on it, agreeing we'd all seen it, the only way to describe it was...Werewolf.
Fast-forward a year or two. My "cousin by blood" tells me there's a way to take another person's haunting from them, and that people in my family (mostly women) had been doing it for generations. Me, believing he is full of it, plays along, finding out later on the haunting that I was taking for myself was, you guessed it... His black magic-summoned "Demon Fido," isn't that peachy?
The really cruddy thing is, it's not the only one I've seen and this is around a 30 mile area of towns I've lived in since I was 13 until now and I'm 26.
I can lose them for a while but they ALWAYS find me again. Only now I'm aware he's looking. I just feel when he's close.
Now if you rewind to about 2003, I'm standing on my sister's porch and have never told her my story, and she tells me one and wow, it's related. They are spotlighting bullfrogs on a pond in the mid 80s early 90s and they cross an animal in their light, paying it no mind until they realize some was very wrong with this animal. When they lighted it again, it started to stand up and up and up.
I have heard the same story from all three of the people that were there at different times. The stories never change, only they are always scared with no memory of how they got home. Even my cousin who wasn't ever scared (if you gave him a knife and string and sent him into the mountains, in 3 days' time he'd build a cabin), but he was terrified to even talk about this story. All he'd say was, "Spudd, it is not of this world."
I wanted to add that every word of this is true, and a real life story of my own and I would appreciate it if no 3rd parties use this story or any part of it.
I would also like to share a small section to tell you about a gentleman I think that I have seen on my paranormal journey. Since I can't write a long enough story for just him, I'll share here.
I don't know his name, but I don't believe he's entirely human, and I know he can't hurt me. He talks with voiceless words, and warns me my demon has almost found me again. He explains he is not supposed to interfere, and there maybe consequences for him. I know he knows I see into his world, and believe he is called a Watcher, although I can find little information on paranormals (this sort of thing), even though I was warned of them years before I ever saw him... Anyone know the formal name of these entities?
Comments are greatly welcome along with any and all information or inquiries you may have on either entity.