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The story was relatively well known in their part of town and rumor had it the house was haunted by Ed, now a demon…
originally posted by: intrptr
You want to be careful banging away at shadows in the night...
originally posted by: greydaze
Sounds like a wicked experience..If you're legit start taking some pics,and get some evp's..
(I don't believe in "good" spirits, hence why I don't say "haunted")
And I guess in the end, I am no expert on spirits.
originally posted by: intrptr
a reply to: Truent
You're spiritually inclined, you have notion of some kind of Judgement Day.
Like a harvest sort of? Like a sorting, sort of? Like a Judgement?
So be good for goodness sake…
By the Way, God is not a torturer of souls forever and ever. That makes him worse than Hitler.
Yeah a god of eternal torture is kinda indefensible, no wonder so many Christians have dropped that particular dogma.
originally posted by: Truent
Hey guys, just came back to the site as I have renewed my love of the supernatural/unexplained.
I have a story that I'd love your opinions on and I believe it is good enough for discussion. So here goes.
It was roughly a year ago. My best friend and his fiance had just bought his childhood home off his parents for them and their daughter. It is a small farmhouse near Clarion, PA. A few months after they moved in I came to stay the night as we planned on hanging out the next day. I stayed in the guest room that night. I sleep with a .357 revolver near me at all times (call me paranoid). I woke at roughly 3:30 AM, something seemed wrong but I couldn't figure out what it was for the life of me. As I sat up to go get a drink of water I heard a gunshot and a woman scream before more gunshots rang out.
I quickly grabbed my gun from the stand and bolted downstairs, thinking there was an intruder and that my best friend's fiance had just been murdered. After getting downstairs I turned so I was just in front of the front door. I saw a man dressed in overalls with an old Repeating rifle firing out the side door roughly 30 or so feet from me, he had dark brown hair that looked like he tried to cut it himself and his face was covered in dirt. I yelled out "DROP IT!" as I aimed my revolver at him, ready to shoot if he didn't surrender. He spun and aimed the rifle at me before I fired 3 shots. He yelled as he fell back from the first one and seemed to disappear as he hit the floor.
I shook as I saw the scene and tried to piece together what just happened. My friend came running downstairs, his own gun in hand with his fiance cradling their screaming baby just upstairs. He began to yell at me, asking me what made me fire 3 shots in my underpants in the middle of the night. I told him my story, fully ready for him to call me nuts, but he didn't. He just froze and said he knew what I saw. He called his fiance downstairs and began to tell us the story of his home.
In the early 1900's a family lived in the home, a farmer, his wife, and their 2 daughters. They feuded with a young man named Ed Sanders who lived down the road who was known to have had a few screws loose. After one of the daughters refused his romantic advances, he snapped and came into the home with a Henry Repeater and began to open fire. He killed the farmer and his wife in the home but the daughters ran outside towards the barn to try and hide. He shot at both of them, killing the one he was smitten by and wounding the other. As he shot at them a farmhand who saw the man charge into the home came running inside with a revolver, having known about the rivalry and did much the same as I did, fired 3 shots, standing in the same spot, killing Ed. To prove it my friend went to where I saw the man and pulled up the carpet, revealing an old blood stain on the hardwood floor below.
The story was relatively well known in their part of town and rumor had it the house was haunted by Ed, now a demon, but my friend didn't believe it as the only people he knew who saw the ghost were his mother who is rather crazy, and his brother who is impressionable. But after I saw it, he knew he had no choice but to believe because of how I had never heard the story yet gave a near perfect description of Ed. We knew that we were dealing with something beyond what any of us knew what to do about, so the next day (after sleeping at a cheap motel the rest of the night) we went to the only man who we knew could help, an old retired priest who was a family friend of my buddy's.
The Priest was more then willing to help and took us all to the home so we could see what he would do. He blessed the home and spread holy water before banishing the demon and telling my friend to replace the flooring ASAP to get rid of the bloodstain. From that day on none of us ever had another paranormal experience in the home, but staying there still makes me feel uneasy and I always keep my revolver loaded, just in case.
. Search the etymology of the word "demon" on Wikipedia.
The Ancient Greek word δαίμων daimōn denotes a spirit or divine power, much like the Latin genius or numen. Daimōn most likely came from the Greek verb daiesthai (to divide, distribute). The Greek conception of a daimōns notably appears in the works of Plato, where it describes the divine inspiration of Socrates. To distinguish the classical Greek concept from its later Christian interpretation, the former is anglicized as either daemon or daimon rather than demon.
The Greek terms do not have any connotations of evil or malevolence. In fact, εὐδαιμονία eudaimonia, (literally good-spiritedness) means happiness.
. That was what the soul has left behind, his blood and his unfulfilled love.
flooring ASAP to get rid of the bloodstain
originally posted by: Truent
a reply to: ItVibrates
This is no creepypasta, this actually happened to me and to this day spooks me, if you click "read more" on the site you will find a link right back to this thread. Whoever this was took my story.
(Ecclesiastes 9:5) For the living know that they will die, but the dead know nothing at all, nor do they have any more reward, because all memory of them is forgotten.
(Ecclesiastes 9:10) Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your might, for there is no work nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom in the Grave, where you are going.
(1 Thessalonians 4:13) . . .Moreover, brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who are sleeping in death. . .
(Ezekiel 18:4) . . .The soul who sins is the one who will die.