Voices

This experience was completely life-changing for me. There's nothing like solid evidence to change your world, as you know. (Even if you already believe in God!)

In the 1980s I was living alone in the same townhouse I still have in the south of the United States. One evening shortly after getting home, the first thing I did was sit on the side of my bed, and lay back with my feet on the floor.. I do remember being tired and tense. It was dark outside. The room lights off, but the light in the hallway at the top of the stairs was on. This house is small, and the doorway is only inches from the top of the stairs if you make a U-turn.

In other words, the stairway was to my left through a wall-but my view was of the light fixture and a bit of hallway.

A few minutes after laying there, I noticed a definite shift in the energy or electrical field of my house. It seemed as if the air were more electrified, and I think the light from the light bulb was actually effected. I began to sense something coming up my staircase. I didn't do anything except lay there in fear, trying to convince myself there was nothing there.

This electrical buzz that I was noticing actually became a voice that repeated a man's name. This presence felt predatory. I'm sure I was reacting like a deer in the headlights. I remembering being panicked that this thing was actually coming right up to me, but it was completely invisible. I was panic stricken for those few moments. I remembering feeling a throb-but this might have been my own panicked pulse. I thought the words: GET OUT with every fiber of my being, and the situation instantly ended.

Nowdays, I always make sure prayers, holy water and good thoughts permeate my house. Okay, I admit to cowardice-but I'll be working on changing that so as not to "reinvite".

After the event, I asked Bible students about the man's name I'd heard ... I didn't learn much of anything. I told dozens of people my story but got nothing but amused, casual, shoulder shrugs ... pretty frustrating for me. Still, I had no doubt that something predatory was in my house, repeating a name.

In the early 1990s I was in a restaurant/bar. I was with friends, but I wandered to the side a bit and talked to a lady sitting at the bar. We compared Zodiac signs-and were smiling and having a good time chatting.

Not too long into the conversation she became a bit serious and said the problem with our sign was the tendency to be psychic, which in itself wasn't a problem except that 6 months prior she'd been approached by an unwanted entity that kept saying a name. With no prompting at all from me, she said the same name I'd heard! That was the moment my world changed.

That conversation was all the proof I will ever need that spirits are not products of fearful imaginations.

The woman I met perceived the entity as a black person. I didn't have any visual perception of it at all. I sensed it was predatory, weak, thin, small, angry ... these two events took place 6 miles, and 4 years apart.

We both had disturbances in our attics the same weeks of our encounters. Mine were nightmares about something working its way through the row of townhouse attics. Hers were noises in her attic, which caused her to call the police.

I also remember hearing the word: Beware (when the entity was in my house.)

Submitted March, 2005
Edited by Brendan Keenan