So it's my third post on this site - not bad for someone who never believed in ghosts. It's been a while since I last caught up with you guys and shared my experiences. I guess before you read this you'll need to read my last two posts to get the general idea of what's been going on in my world.
I had to go back to the hospital shortly after my experiences so the doctor could see how well my legs had healed. As I arrived at the hospital and walked up towards the main entrance a sense of dread swept over me, this place, as far as I knew, was where it had all began. In a nutshell I believed something had attached itself to me while I was under anesthetic at the hospital, since waking after my op I had seen and heard things that I couldn't put down to some logical explanation like before, fair enough the medication could of been one reason but having not taken any for a few months now you think it would have stopped.
As I waited to see the doctor in the waiting room I ignored the fact that I felt kind of odd, scared even. It was like this thing was sat on my shoulders; I couldn't even bring myself to look up at the other people sat around me so instead I stared at the floor for what seemed like a lifetime. One by one the other patients we're called in to see their own doctors, until I'm sure I was sat in there alone. I eventually lifted my head to find that I wasn't; a lad was stood with his back to me facing the wall. I assumed he was reading off one of the boards they had up, I leant over slightly to see the poster in front of him, LEUKEMIA. Naturally my daughter Millie popped in to my head, she had suffered from Leukemia two years ago.
I also noticed the lad was full of cuts and scrapes all over his arms and legs, he was wearing a pair of shorts and a t shirt so most of his injuries were quite visible. He was stood still and no matter how hard I tried to listen I couldn't even hear so much as a pin drop in the room. However I began to hear one thing, my heart was racing so fast that I could hear every beat ringing in my ears. All of a sudden my body stood up, I didn't even realize I'd done it then this hot waft of air blasted down my right ear whispering the name, 'Karl'.
'Rob Kennedy?' a voice sounded, I suddenly looked around and saw the doctor who had operated on my legs stood in the door way of the waiting room. I quickly looked back towards where the lad was stood, he had gone. It was just me and the doctor; I tried my best to remain calm so the doctor wouldn't think I was a complete weirdo! As I left the room and followed him into a nearby bay my wondering eyes searched everywhere for the lad with the injuries. I never found him. My head spinning I left the hospital like a zombie, questions running through my mind. I had managed to sit with the doctor while he examined my legs but all the while in the back of my mind was this lad I had seen and more importantly the name I had heard whispered to me right down my ear.
Karl was my best friend up until we were 19, up until he had died in a car crash in Amsterdam. A car crash that I had been in. Karl was dead on impact and I got away with nothing more than bad memories. I blamed myself for his death just because I survived and he didn't. When they finally pulled his body from the wreckage he was covered in huge cuts and scrapes as well as broken limbs and a blow to the head. I'll admit that over the years I have given myself a hard time about it, and a day hasn't gone by when he hasn't entered my head. He was like my brother.
Why was I being tormented by this thing? Karl hadn't risen from the dead to come and stand in a hospital waiting room; he hadn't popped down from the sky to see his buddy. That wasn't Karl I thought, had this thing that I now truly believe to be some kind of a Demon taken the shape of my long lost friend just to get one over on me? Just to bring me down? It knew my weakness and took advantage of it; I was so angry, so close to breaking down in the hospital car park, so close to physically hurting someone just to make myself feel better. So close to actually letting this thing take over my life. The more I thought about it on the way to the car the more anxious I became, I rolled my hands up into tight fists, my eyes narrowed. I was walking faster, storming to my car, thinking over and over again. Replaying the same voice in my head that had whispered Karl's name.
'You bastard!' I shouted angrily, again swearing some more like a crazed loony. It was a good job no one was around. I drove home in a bad mood, swearing at drivers in front for driving too slow and beeping my horn at them, over taking them on the opposite side of the road traveling up to 60mph on a 30mph road. I figured I best slow down in case the police saw me and pulled me for speeding. I couldn't explain to them that I was being preyed on my a Demon, they'd laugh at me and test my for use of drugs, possibly admit me in to some sort of unit. And to be honest the mood I was in I probably would have either given them a chase when they tried to pull me or start throwing my fists around at them. I took a few deep breaths and thought of the kids and girlfriend. Needless to say when I got back home I took the anger out on my punch bag.
Roughly about a week passed by without so much as a floor board creaking late at night. I hoped that was it but again I was wrong.
I'll explain that in another post as this one's a bit long.