From: anonymous

Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories

Subject: Insane ghost

Date: 13 Jun 1995 17:32:23 GMT



Ok, ok, I'll tell you this story. This actually happened to me.

Now, please don't flame me. I don't have time to write back to any

posts. This is alt.folklore, whether you think it really occured

or not is irrelevant. But it did happen.



I am a student to a psychic. For about 8 years. Yes, I have a day

job and am fairly normal otherwise. How I got to be a student to

a psychic belongs in a nother group.

I ad taken the day off work for no particular reason on a Friday.

I was just going to lay around. An older friend of mine dropped

by and on the spur of the moment invited me out to dinner. So

we went into Detroit.

He mentioned at dinner that he would like to visit his daughter,

who lived in some old subdivision in the city. Ok,fine.

He also said that she had had a hard time for the last twqo years,

but that things were finally settling down with her new husband.

Apparently her ex had been abusive, increasingly unstable and

finally killed himself. Oh. End of topic, I thought.

Ah, but nooooooo.

We get there and the place is in an uproar. They lived in a huge

old house that was probably built in the 1920's. It was so big

that a wall had been put in which split the place into 2 duplexes.

The neighbor, next door, had left her houise that morning in her

nightclothes. She said she saw a man at the top of the stairs

with longish blond hair blue jeans, and a hole in his head.

With his eyes all sunken back. She had checked into a hotel and

refused to come back.

This had been a culmination of a number of events. Things had come up

missing, thoings broken violently. My fiends-friends, that is, daughter's

little boy had seen his father a number of times in his bedroom,

always at night. The daughter had not seen him, but she took a

picture of her ex-husband to the neighbor at the hotel, resulting in

the neighbor being taken to the ER, where she had to be sedated.

Of course, it was her ex-husband.

The daufghter was frantic. She had called clergy, and they had laughed

at her. Not knowing who I was, she asked me point blank if I knew

of anyone who could help her. I thought to meyself that someone up

there really had asense of humor. I had absolutely NO intention

of getting involved with an insane ghost. I fully intended to

reccommend her to my teacher, who had experience with these things.

I knew what to do, I just had not experience.

I was about to do just that, when her little boy came in the room

crying. He had blood on his face and was refusuing to go back

in his bedroom for any reason. He said his daddy was trying to get

him to go with him.

Crap. Now I had to do something. So I said I would help her.

The first thing we did was have a prayer vigil in the kitchen.

I asked all my angels and guides to help guide poor David to the light

where he could make a decision-maybe-about whether he wanted to go

through or not. We were trying to build up the positive energy

in the house.

The next thing I did was go through the whole house and bless all

the doors and windowss in Jesus' name with olive oil-ALL of them.

Attic door to basemnt. Actully I started in the basement and ended

up at the attic access door, which interestingly enough, was in

the little boys room.

Then it got interesting. I knew I had to go up there, becase I could feel

him up there-a talent of mine-so up I went. My right mind was terrified,

but the rest of me was absolutely calm.

He was in the corner-absolute blackness-a sense of hatred fear, and

absolute abandonment and INSANITY. He was trying to get as far away

from me as he could, my presence hurt him, I think.

I explained gently that he was dead, that he had no reason to stay,

and that his son had a right to a life of his own. I told him that

my guides were going to help to the light, and that he would be

much happier if he crossed it. I let it go at that.

By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs, I nearly passed out from fear.

Or just adrenaline overload/.

Oh yea, I forgot. When I openned the door to the attic, an object

was either thrown or fell at my feet when I got all the way in.

It was aheadless , naked doll. Part of me just thought, how cliche.

I don't know what the other part thought. Who knows, maybe it did

fall.

Well, there it is. The neighbor never went back to her house, not

even for her belongings. They did get some peace for about 6 months

after our "exorcism", but David did end up coming back. I never founfd out

what happened after that. I've had some other interactions with

ghosts, but none as wild as that first one.

If anybody has an "infestation" that they want to get rid ogf,

some variation of the above procedure should do just fine.

Zubrovka, excellent stuff! Keep it up!



Hope you enjoyed it. I didn't, while it was happening to me.

And it's way too bizarre for party filler.

But it was the strangest thing I've ever had happen as a student.



Elena

Alternative healer

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