When I was a small child, age seven, I was at my Godfathers house with my papa. I got bored so I asked papa if I could play outside on the porch swing. I went out the door and I saw a man with a white shirt on and blue jeans standing on the sidewalk. I got on the swing and watched him. He said, "hello Jennifer," and walked up on the porch and took a seat beside me. I didn't know this man and had never seen him. He looked weird to me. He had a greenish tint to him and he had the greenest eyes I have ever seen. Black hair that looked like Elvis hair. He said, "I have been watching you."
I said, "you have?"
I was thinking so hard on who was this man and how does he know me. He put his hand on my left leg and said,"you have been a good girl." I smiled big and said I try to make mom happy. By that time papa came out to check on me. The look on his face when he looked over at me will never leave me. It looked like he had seen a ghost, a bad one at that. He yelled at me to get inside now. I took my time going in and by the time I got up papa had a bible in his hand and grabbed my hand and went to throw me in the house.
This man who came to talk stood up and looked at me and said, "I'll be back for you," and turned to smoke. Gone before my eyes. Papa and Shubert where on their knees praying fast, and papa was crying so hard he couldn't talk right. When papa came back in I asked what happened and who was that man. He said very mean-like, "don't worry and never ask about this again."
I started thinking about all the weird things that wwew going on in my life at home in my room and the rest of the house. Things moving, people talking. One night my mom woke up to a man at my bedroom door. She grabbed her gun to shoot him and no one was there or in the house. Papa came the next morning and walked around praying and crying to God. I asked about that man again. He said, "I do not know what you are talking about." Years passed on and my mom got married and moved me to Knoxville to her new husbands house. I had a room on the ground floor. As soon as I walked in I felt sadness. It was a few nights and yet again people talking to me that were not there. People knocking on my door and everyone's in bed. I thought I was going crazy until I moved out on my own and it was a never ending story. Things moving, people talking to me and a lot of my pictures had things in them that no one could explain to me.
It was July 25 of 2002 and I had an ok night. I thought I was going to have a goodnight's sleep. I went to get into bed and as soon as I closed my eyes there was that man but this time he had a navy blue jacket on. He was in my face moving so fast I couldn't see him; just a black swirl. His eyes where so green they glowed. He stopped and laughed at me, and then pulled my hair and slapped me in my face. I tried to scream and I couldn't move or cry. I was helpless. I came to with my husband yelling,"Oh my God, Jennifer, are you ok?" I jumped up crying so hard I could not breathe and yelled,"did you see him?" He said,"who?" I said, "that guy."
He said all I saw was you cover up then your body was shaking and you looked like you where stroking out. I told him what I had seen and what happened. He said he did see my hair move like it was being pulled but he said he was scared because I was stiff like a board. I couldn't sleep but I dosed off some time in the night. The next morning I went to papa's and grams. I was mad when I got there just knowing papa was going to talk silly child things to me about that man I saw that day. I went in and said, we need to talk. I told them what happened, what he looked like and what he had on. I am talking about the man I saw when I was 7 years old. Grams started to cry and papa then soon started. Grams got up and got a picture and gave it to me. She said, "is this him?" I felt sick when I looked and saw that it was him. I looked up at her with tears in my eyes and asked,"who is this man and why does he follow me and now do things to me that I cannot explain?"
She said, "Jennifer, its your Grandfather."
I was lost. Papa was my grandfather. She said,"no, he is your step grandfather." Thats when she told me it was my mom's and uncle's real father and he was evil. He was killed by my great aunt when he came from Alabama where they were at to get my mom. He had beat my mom and uncles and my grams. Grams sent my mom to Lounden County to get away from him before he killed her. Well he has been dead since July 25 of 1979. I asked papa why he didn't tell me and why did he make me think I was crazy all these years. He said people are mean and would think you were crazy if you told, plus I didn't want you to know. (Frank is the name of the evil man.) He said, Frank has followed you since birth and why, I do not know. Maybe because you look so much like your mom.
Years passed and still to this day even my kids see people walking by, water dripping on you and no water to be found. I have a child call me momma all the time. I know there is evil that follows because I can sense these things. I have my houses blessed and still it goes on. I am haunted for life. I will live in fear for the rest of my life. I even went to three doctors and I am not crazy at all. My papa said I have a gift but to me it is a life of fear of the evil ones that follow. I have done all I can to not fear but I fear what you can not see and I fear what he will do to me or my children next.
Frank even killed people in his waking life. My mom told him while he was laying there bleeding to death that she would forgive him if he would pray with her. He laughed and said, "Its too late. I sold my soul along time ago," then died. This is a true story and still goes on. If anyone knows anything I could do PLEASE help. I am so over fearing the dead.