I am a 35 year old married mother of two children. We live in Hot Springs, Arkansas, where we moved with my in-laws about six years ago. We moved here from Seattle, WA where I was born and raised, because my in-laws inherited some apartment complexes, and we decided to relocate and run the apartments as a family.
On Saturday, April 18, 2015, we were taking care of my in-laws' house while they were out of town. They have three dogs and we stay there to care for them.
In the lower level of their home they have an apartment that they rent to a tenant named Bill who has lived there longer than they have. On that Saturday night, I went outside and downstairs to have a cigarette. Bill's girlfriend Jenny was visiting him, and she was having a cigarette on the patio, so we ended up talking for quite a while. She was very upset because her middle son (she has four kids) who is only about 7 years old, had been attacking Jenny and her other kids. I've known this boy for YEARS and this was VERY out of character for him.
I could tell she was feeling me out, figuring out how much she should tell me. Finally, she came out and said it. Her son Johnny who had been attacking and biting and scratching everyone, had been telling her that a little boy and little girl tell him to do these things. They visit him at night. They're his friends. At the same time, her oldest son, Justin, who is 12, had been seeing a tall shadow, like a cowboy, at night. Justin told his mom the scary man is named Lucas. Johnny also told his mom that the little boy is named Luke.
I have friends in the psychic community, and I know I'm strong enough to do a cleansing on a home and seal the property, so I offered to do that for her. She seemed relived that she found help, and I was glad to help any way I could. My in-laws came home that evening, and I was anxious to sleep in my own bed.
We went home, and I sent a message about Jenny's problem to a group of intuitives I belong to on Facebook. I asked for any advice, and generally I will get TONS of positive responses. This time, only a couple people commented, and they all seemed pretty uneasy about me going anywhere near the house. One person was adamant that I stay away from the home AND the family. I decided to sleep on it, and went to bed.
The next morning, Sunday, April 19, my hubby and kids let me sleep in. Around 11am, I suddenly felt like someone was burning my arm with a cigarette, or a curling iron. It REALLY BURNED! I jumped out of bed, and searched EVERYWHERE, but there was NO explanation. Nobody was in the room with me. Then I went to the restroom and looked at my arm. There, clear as day, were four red finger marks. Inside the first mark was a welt where the pointer finger had burned my skin.
Since that day, I have spoken to Jenny and am trying to get her some help. The two occasions we had planned for me to visit the property didn't happen. First because of car troubles, then because some of Jenny's family showed up unexpectedly. Since I have backed off a bit, I haven't had any more harmful activity.
I will send the pictures of my arm to accompany my story. You tell me. Was this a warning? It feels that way to me...