Finally the Finish to Trouble in an abandoned house. Sorry it took so long to post it but the site was overloaded with submissions. But enough chatter on to the story.
About a week after my first visit I returned to the abandoned house, probably at one of the worst times I could have undertaken the adventure, Halloween. I went back to the house with my brother. I knew the spirit was waiting for me, I could feel him watching from the windows. Sure enough as soon as I stepped in the back door I heard a baby begin to cry and I felt the cold hands brushing across my neck. I laughed and said "I am not afraid of you." He grabbed me and tossed me into the dining room I landed on my back and slid into the middle of the floor all the wind knocked out of me. As I lay there gasping I could faintly hear my brother yelling.
Above me I could see the dark outline of a man bending over me. I could feel his hands touching me all over and hear his voice whispering "you should be" I finally caught my breath and just grinned at him. I placed my hands on the ground and pushed myself upward. Once I was on my feet I pulled my amulet out of my shirt. The spirit hissed when he saw it and drew away from me.
My amulet is a Moonstone blessed by several different religions as a talisman against Evil.
I wrapped my hand around the stone and deliberately stepped towards the Spirit. He hissed in rage and began trying to tear the amulet away from me. He jumped on me and knocked me to the ground causing me to let go of the amulet but it was still on its chain around my neck.
He sat atop my chest smacking me and clawing at me and screaming. I protected myself the best I could and continued to chant "by the power in my amulet I command you to be gone. In the name of all that is good leave this place forever and return to the world of the dead." The more I chanted the angrier he got. A wind filled the room whipping my hair against my face and sliding me across the floor towards the back bedroom. I couldn't get a grip on anything and was spun into the room. As I came through the door I saw the floor of the closet glowing a sickly red color. The wind was coming from the closet. The Spirit was still clawing and biting at me trying to rip the amulet off me.
I got one hand up grasped the amulet and broke the chain. I slammed the amulet into the things forehead and chanted louder. Suddenly the wind began to be sucked back into the glowing floor.
As it went it took the spirit with it. He wrapped a hand around my ankle dragging me towards the closet with him. I knew if I touched that glowing floor I would be lost forever.
I dug frantically at the floor trying to find anything to hold on to. I caught a flicker of movement from the door to the dining room I glanced up to see a young woman standing there. She ran across the room grabbed my hands and pulled me back. When she couldn't free me she stepped forward grabbed the mans wrist and said " he already has my children I won't let him take you." there was a bright flash of blue light and when I could see again the hand was gone from my ankle and the glow was gone from the floor.
As I stood up my brother rushed in. He gasped and said Gods Bless you look like you had a fight with a large rosebush and lost!" I was covered from my head to my ankles with scratches, welts and bruises. When I asked my brother what happened to him he said something blocked the door and kept him out of the house.
As I left the house the ivy around the back door briefly gripped my arms and throat and I heard a woman's voice whisper "thank you we are finally free" then the vines let go and I walked away without looking back.
I got wondering about the house last summer so I went back to see it. When I got there I discovered nothing but an empty lot. A couple of the firemen were outside so I walked over and asked them what happened. They told me that about a year after I had been in the house last it caught fire and burned to the ground before any one saw the fire.
Maybe someone else can explain how a house right next to a fire station can burn without anyone seeing until it was too late. Two of the firemen told me they saw things dancing in the flames. Things that looked like young women made of fire and other things that looked like lizards.
I'm a long time friend of that particular neighborhood. I'm well aware of the house that used to be next to the fire department. It was DEMOLISHED. It did not mysteriously burn down. They had to tear it down because it was infested with rats and was basically becoming a nuisance and hazardous due to kids from the neighborhood breaking in, and transients and vagrants using it as a crash house. The cops had even been called because vagrants were getting into fights outside on the porch.
The fire department used to use the house as storage and they were the ones who took care of the yard. A friend of mine had seen the inside before they tore it down, and the place was pretty much gutted. No cabinets, no fixtures, nothing. Just garbage and hyperdermic needles and other fun items that one would find in a typical crash house.
Never once, in my entire time involved in the area, had I heard, sensed, or experienced anything spiritually unusual about the place.
I still frequent the area, and I help out at one of the businesses next to the lot. The empty lot has no bad energy or anything unusual that I can sense.
Funny how any house that is vacant or condemned is automatically thought to be "haunted". **shrug**
Not that I'm discounting the entire thing. It *could* have been haunted, though I highly doubt to the extent that was described in this particular story.
Sometimes it helps to get more of the dots to connect to the whole picture. Hope this helps!:)
Great story telling, by the way!