posted on Nov, 5 2012 @ 01:09 PM
I'll try and make this as short as possible but there is a lot to go on. This is in reference to a prior post I made about my brother and his night
terrors being a possible paranormal incident and not some kind of sleep disorder.
First of all, I grew up in a Pentecostal preacher's family so I didn't have the normal childhood that a lot of people had. We moved from one town to
the other, in many cases other states. We were always far from family except for a few times when my dad would pastor a church near them.
We had moved to Brownsville, Texas when I was eight or nine. Brownsville is a few miles from the Mexican border so I had always heard of Mexican
magic, or voodoo. They called it something but of course I can't quite remember what they called it.
There was a time in Brownsville, around 1997 or so a huge revival happened in our church. People from all over the country in the religion were coming
to our church. People were being slained in the spirit, speaking in tongue and God was moving. Of course this day and age I do not consider myself a
Christian, I am a Pagan but I can say that something was indeed moving in that church, but I wonder if it was a good thing. I remember during that
time there was a woman who was possessed by a demon, I had heard my dad talking to my mother about it. During one church service I remember watching
the so-called demon possessed person and I noticed she was shaking violently. My father stopped the service and asked everyone to step out. The board
members helped everyone out of the sanctuary and into the fellowship hall.
The story goes, as I was told many years later was that my father and a few other people in the church began praying for the woman. My dad began to
perform an exorcism, his third or fourth time with this girl. However, this night the demon left...or did it? My dad says the woman threw up something
he had never seen before, he said it was like a black blob. Mind you I didn't witness this myself just going by what I was told.
Of course from this moment on things would get worse for our family. Of course this wasn't the first time my parents had encountered this demon. Many
years before when I was a baby a group of teenagers came to my parents church where they were youth pastors. My dad knew the leader of this gang was
possessed, he said it was just a feeling you get when looking at them. The leader of the gang was talking to my dad saying things like "We know who
you are" and he spouted out my father's social security card, birthdate, where he was born, childhood friends, everything you could think of. This
was in 1984 or so, prior to the internet so getting this information wasn't impossible but it wasn't easy, especially for a teenager. Now it seems
the demon has returned and I believe it has never left.
After the incident with the demon possessed girl our house started to seem darker. We would hear walking upstairs when there was no one there, banging
on the walls and an overwhelming creepiness about that house that had never been there before. My Grandmother swears to this day that when she visited
one time she saw a figure standing outside her window that seemed to vanish into thin air. I remember one time being in my parents room watching TV on
the floor, my back against the bed and my hand resting on the floor. I remember feeling a hand on top of mine and I got up and screamed for my mother
telling her of what had happened.
It was also around this time that a woman in the church named Ketha was beginning to cause problems. Unfortunately I cannot remember exactly what the
issue was but I believe it had to do with the youth pastor at the time. He was apparently having an affair with one of his youth and my dad had found
out but no one seemed to believe my dad. Well, my dad made the youth pastor resign and I know it upset Ketha because her and her family were really
close to the youth pastor.
We had a dog named Pepper, in fact she was my dog and my best friend at the time. Pepper and I would do everything together as boys with their dogs
do. I remember one day I woke up for Sunday morning church and was getting ready when I noticed Pepper was acting funny, depressed even like she knew
something was about to happen. I noticed her go into the corner of my bedroom and squat down, she always seemed to use the bathrooom in the house. I
went into my bathroom to get toilet paper to clean it up and that's when I noticed it wasn't bowls that she had expelled, it was blood. I ran down
and showed it to my mother and my mother said that we would take Pepper to the vet when we got back from church but my mother wanted the dog outside
so as not to make any more mess. I put Pepper out in the back yard on her chain and we left for church.
A friend of mine came home with me that day and we were to play video games until night church. I walked around the back of the house to check on
Pepper. My dog was laying on her side and I went over to her and began petting her but she was stiff. I tried to wake her up even though I knew she
was dead. My friend and I ran to my parents, I was in tears and I told them about Pepper.
We buried Pepper that evening on church property behind a small mound towards the back. It was one of the hardest moments in my childhood, I know that
sounds silly but it was. Months later when I checked the burial site a red fern had grown there, like in the famous story. That was my dog. At the
time I didn't know what truly happened. Around ten years later I was told the whole story:
My dad told me that a week prior to Pepper's death he and my mother had walked into the house after a night of church. My brother and I had gone to
our separate rooms and my mother went to go take a bath when she noticed a long thick strand of hair on the bathtub. My mother has said that it was
not human hair and that she and my dad said it looked like a horse hair. Not too long after this incident my parents had found after coming home from
church again that all the pictures in the house were turned upside down and other assorted items. They kept this from my brother and I for all these
More information I had dug up was that this woman Ketha had confronted my mother and father after a fight they had had and she told my mother, "I am
giving you the evil eye." My mother being the strong woman she is replied, "Oooo I'm so scared". Another woman in the church had told my mother
that the evil eye is a curse and come to find out the horse hair and the upside down pictures are all apart of the curse.
Throughout the years I would notice strange things going on, even from town to town. Sometimes nothing would happen but then it would seem something
big would happen, all the while everyone denying it. To make a long story short, my mother now firmly believes that a curse has been put on this
family and that there is a demon, perhaps the demon that has been around with us for many years, is living with them.
My brother seeing a hooded figure as part of his night terrors, the banging in the house, the constant feeling of being watched, my mother's name
being called out. It's time to end this once and for all for my family and I need as much advice as I can possibly get.
Thanks in advance!