Malevolent Haunts: Personal Encounter With Pure Evil

When dealing with an inhuman, or demonic entity there are two truths that all paranormal researchers agree upon, 1: A researcher could go there entire career without ever coming face to face with one of these evil entities. 2: If you are lucky or unlucky enough, depending upon your point of view a human is changed forever after dealing with one of these spirits that have never walked the earth in human form. Those who have had to deal with one of these entities often times report dealing with depression, bad luck and all sorts of nastiness for years after coming toe to toe with one of satan’s minions. I for one, am lucky that I got my encounter with one of these spirits out of the way early in my career and came away only with horrible nightmares for years after. This is the story of my own encounter with one of these beings. The names of folks have been changed in order to protect their privacy and of course to keep me from getting my butt sued off.

Ever since my first encounter with the paranormal at the age of eight, I have become a virtual lighting rod for all things strange and wonderful. I will admit I am not psychic and have never claimed to be psychic, however, I appear to just be a normal person with a knack for being in the right place at the right time. When I was eighteen I became associated with a group that was an ecumenical body of religious believers who had a mission a holy mission that they comitted to whatever god they chose to worship, their mission was to rescue young people from dangerous cults. Please understand, these good people did not kidnap and attempt to deprogram people who came into contact with a cult rather their job was to help those who wanted to escape of their own free will. I became involved with the group because the person who recruited me, we will call her, Donna knew I shared an interest in the paranormal and felt that I could be a positive influence on the young people that she helped. My first contact with a rescuee, as they were called, would prove to be a life changing experience.

Michelle, was raised in a family that practiced satanism for generations and desperately wanted to escape before anything bad happened, you see Michelle was pregnant and feared for the life of her child. When I first met Michelle, I was struck at how normal she appeared and well, she was downright cute, but she bore the scars mental and otherwise of her years of being a victim of abuse. Michelle, successfully escaped her situation with the help of Donna’s associates under the cover of darkness, but Michelle had a unique problem since she was a small child she was cursed by her family with several spirit beings that traveled with her everywhere she went. As she told her story of living with these spirit beings I must admit I was extremely skeptical. She told us how only she was able to see these entities that were around her at all times. She told us that when they spoke to her there voices were high pitched and they moved around quickly almost as if they could move around at the speed of thought. Michelle, was adamant about the existence of these beings and how they could harm anyone who dared challenge them. As she spoke my skepticism grew and I was getting up to leave and call this a case of the wacky doos, until I watched as a glass sitting on the table moved from one end to the other. I was stunned and my interest was piqued perhaps there was something to this girl’s story afterall. As night fell my skepticism would fall as well, nothing could prepare me for what happened just two hours later.

After everyone had went to bed including Donna, I sat in the next room while Michelle slept on the couch in the living room. As I sat there I became intensely aware that someone was watching me. I checked around looking for another soul but I was the only person awake. As I went to sit back in the chair I heard Michelle, call from the other room, “Rick, they are here” I immediately ran to the other room where Michelle, who was now sitting up, was sleeping. That feeling of being watched came over me again and I realized that the temperature in the room had plummeted several degrees. “How many are here?” I asked Michelle as she sat up holding the blankets over her.
“Two,” She replied, “And They told me you will see them.”
Good was all I could think. Call it what you will teenage bravado, intense interest or just plain stupidity I decided to challenge these alleged beings. “Show yourself, I demand it, tell me your name.” Before I could get another word out a large black shape appeared before me and the next thing I know I was sitting my ass watching as this thing dissipated with an evil highpitched laugh. When I stood up I had the impression that the thing was going to attack again but Donna, burst into the room and shouted, “I command you in the name of God and all the saints, to leave my property at once.” The beings, entites or demons which ever you prefer left the house and the rest of the night was peaceful.

Over the next several weeks I personally witnessed objects move around the house, sharp changes in temperature and feelings of being watched and sometimes dread. I never really got to say goodbye to Michelle, she ran away one night without so much as leaving a note. I still worry about her to this day.

Do I expect you to believe this story? Not really, all you have is the word of some dude sitting behind his computer tapping out the letters. Objective thought and skepticism is a good thing to possess when dealing with claims of the paranormal. However I assure you this tale is as true as the nose on my face and my life was forever changed and in a weird way enriched by the experience.

Rick E. Hale
t_seeker@hotmail.com