There are only two supernatural experiences that really stand out in my life. I shared the first one in my last entry and now I'd like to share the other. I wish I could say this one is as happy as my last entry but it's not. It's not nearly as intense as some of the stories I've read on here but for us it was absolutely terrifying.
This took place back when I only had two children. My youngest was about 2, and my oldest, who was most effected at the time, was about 6. I was pregnant with my 3rd child so it must have been 2011.
We had very recently moved into a little farmhouse on 5 acres. In addition to the house there was a barn, chicken coop, and a handful of other outbuildings. The house was built in the 1950's but the land itself was from a subdivide of a larger farm that had belonged to the same family for generations. I had been told that the reason our plot of land no longer belonged to that family was because of a serious falling out between the 2 brothers. We did get to meet the brother that owned our little section once. That's a story in itself, not supernatural though. No matter how much he looked the part, I don't think he actually WAS Jerry Garcia's zombie. 😉
Anyway I absolutely LOVED the farm and got right down to business hatching chickens and adopting orphaned baby goats. There was just one area I didn't like. In the back of the garage there was this makeshift storage room built. That room was odd enough but what really evoked fear in me was that in the floor of the storage room there was a trap door that opened into another small room that was dug into the earth. My husband insisted it was probably just a makeshift root cellar kind of thing but the idea of climbing down there made me want to wet my pants. I just chalked it up to watching too many horror movies and tried to stay out of the back of the garage. It did seem to me that the dogs were uneasy in that area too but I figured they were probably just picking up on my vibe.
A few months after we moved in my 6 year old started talking about the "pictures in his head." He knew what a dream was and although these pictures did seem to bother him most at night he never described them as dreams. At first I didn't think much of it, he's always had a wonderful imagination, but as they became increasingly violent and distressing to him I started to worry.
Now I know what people think, he probably saw a scary image somewhere and was reacting to it. I would have thought that too, but I can tell you with certainty that my 6 year old had never seen images of beaten and broken naked women being impaled one on top of another on giant spikes. Or of people being very graphically torn to pieces and fed to what I can only describe as hell beasts.
Things got bad fast. My poor child was scared all the time. I spent so many nights sitting up rocking him while he cried that it wouldn't stop and praying over him until he could get some relief and the exhaustion would get the better of him. Then I would sleep on the floor leaning against the side of his bed so I could hold his hand. I felt like we were all losing ours minds.
One day in desperation I spilled it all out to an older friend I knew at church. I thought for sure she'd think we were all criminally insane or something but she just calmly looked at me and said "Well looks like we better get a prayer team out there ASAP." Honestly I was half expecting her to show up with Tangina from the Poltergeist movies but nope, just other (mostly older) people I rubbed shoulders with every week at church.
They walked our entire property starting with the land and outbuildings and worked their way to the house, praying and anointing many places with oil they brought with them. They didn't want to make my son feel as if something was wrong with him so they just included him as they walked and prayed and then prayed over and anointed him specifically when they did the rest of the family members.
There were two areas in the house that my friend "saw" something. One being that weird root cellar room in the garage and the other being in the large closet in my husband's basement office (under my son's bedroom) where it turns out there was another hole covered by a board. It was about the size of an old well but only about 5 feet deep or so. There was an inch or so of water at the bottom. To this day my friend will not tell me what she saw.
After they left, on their instruction, I wrote a prayer over EVERY window and door in the house as well as near every entrance to our property and my husband walked the entire property perimeter praying and periodically pounding in specially blessed stakes. Less than 24 hours after completing everything I could already tell a difference in my son. By 48hours all the "pictures" were gone. Within a week he seemed to have almost no recollection of any of it. Today he does not remember it ever happening at all.
What I wonder though is this: Do you think whatever it was was tied to the house or to the ground the house was built on? The two most intense areas were in places with holes dug into the earth. If it is the ground I wonder if they have any of the same experiences on the rest of the family farm?