Speaking with dirty laundry.

a reply to: olaru12

Stood? I live there... but I ain't signin' nuthin'.... no way no how.

wow, thanks for sharing such an amazing story! really well written with great in-depth detail to boot.

From what you described it sounds like you were visited early by an inhuman/demonic spirit. Since you were a child it appears to have taken the form of something more slight in stature and perhaps less intimidating for someone at such a young age. And once you kind of renounced it by saying you were choosing the side of God and light over Satan and darkness it became angered and showed you its true hulking/frightening form as it grew in size, no doubt feeding off of your fear. What you may not have known then is that thing heard EVERYTHING you were thinking. Demonic spirits have that ability, nothing we think in our heads is safe or hidden from entities such as these.

I'm glad you had enough sense though at that very young age to not fully accept what it was telling you and that you didn't accept it's contract for what was quite obviously your soul.

Between this and your Dogman experience it sounds like you've led quite the life peppered with paranormal events ever since you were a child. I for one would love to hear more of your stories if you have any further experiences. They are quite the treat for me as I'm a real paranormal story hound!

Does anyone else in your family have a history of these experiences as well? Most of the time I find that these abilities are generational. It's either that or the abilities are acquired from training to hone in on them or as in my case, my third eye was opened up after a near death experience. But, all of us as children are born with these abilities naturally and over time we lose them as societal pressures force us to shut down that part of our selves for fear of ridicule etc

Do you still see spirits on the regular? Demonic or otherwise?

a reply to: CallmeRaskolnikov

No, thank goodness I don't see this sort of thing regularly. If I did, I would have to assume that I was crazy--or I'd probably be driven crazy by seeing freaky things all of the time. Luckily, I lead a fairly routine life. Today, I wrote a rough draft for an essay for school and participated in an online discussion for class--I'm probably going to hang out with my friends later, but at the moment I'm just chilling with my mom while watching T.V. While I have experienced some strange things outside of the experiences with demons that I've written about, none of those happenings are anywhere near as freaky or weird and are more along the lines of what I would classify as normal--since everyone experiences some strange things throughout life. I am not going to say that I'm done seeing the demonic things--because I just don't know. I would like to never see anything again--but I can't forget what has happened. It's pretty difficult to deal with.

What makes dealing with it easier is my family--and friends too, of course. My family (on my mother's side) is open to stories of the paranormal--we are Mexican, after all--and my mother and her older sister and their parents had some weird happenings back when they were children and living in the suburbs of Chicago. My mother and her sister played with the Ouija board and subsequently caused their house to become very haunted. A variety of creepy stuff happened--and since they lived there, nobody could live in that house for long. Today, that house in Roseland where they used to live is abandoned and has been abandoned for a long time. My grandmother (my mother's mother) experienced something weird when she was a young girl after her father contracted leprosy. Apparently, he had renounced God--and locked himself in a shed outside. In the night, apparently these demonic dog things started howling for him and scratching at the door (trying to take his soul) and his whole family heard it from where they were in the house. He ended up getting his faith back (his illness had turned him into a rather violent and unpleasant person), but did end up dying. My aunt (mother's sister) told me that when she was little, before going to bed, she would see this awful and terrifyingly twisted man's face hovering above her, screaming down at her with its mouth wide open.

But nobody had anything happen like what's happened to me. When I was born, my grandmother (who was very intuitive and had keen perceptual skills) said that I was special. I don't know what she meant, but my mom tells me that she didn't say it like, "oh you're so special, you're my granddaughter." So, maybe me saying no to the demon is what makes me special. To me, I'm just myself and I don't think that anything I've done is special. I've just done what I thought was right. Which makes me noble-enough, I guess.

So, it's nice that I'm able to speak freely with my mother and father. And it was very comforting as a child that they believed me instantly when I told them what had happened.

Although I am highly sensitive, I do not "test" my "abilities" and I do not actively seek out the paranormal. If it comes down to it and I end up seeing something, then it is what it is, but I don't go looking for it. I just see energy all of the time, and I can either focus in on it or let it kind of blend in with everything else. I notice some things sometimes, like streams of energy that look different in some way than usual, but I don't know what these differences mean or how to really describe them. Mainly, I suppose I just observe and go with the flow and let things happen as they are meant to.

If I see spirits, they only come to me in dreams. Both my grandmother and my cat have died--and I have seen them both in dreams. They never speak (not that my cat ever spoke lol), but I know that it is them. Other than that, I have never seen a human spirit.

a reply to: Baddogma

I have not read that book--but I do recall having seen the cover of it at some point (either at the library or downstairs in the basement with all of our books). It sounds interesting, thank you! I'll have to go and look for it to see if I already own it or not.

& thank you everyone! I love hearing your stories and interpretations. Keep em coming!

p.s. also, thank you very much for liking my writing.

a reply to: rukia

Wow what a story what a thread

Rukia

I might be wrong but aren't you somewhat supportive of things US government does

All you need to do is renounce ALL evil.

Is this what the mark on your wrist looks like?
Ignore the labels.

Rukia, for someone who doesn't like demons, you sure do talk to em'/experience em' a lot! XD

Do they like you more for some reason?

a reply to: rukia

Lol! I like it!
My name is laundry, dirty laundry!

This reminds me a lot of my early childhood. I too was born in the early 90's. Around the same age, every night like clockwork I would have this dream/nightmare (at least it felt like it was). I would see the light in my cubby/crawl space next to my bed was on. I would walk inside, turn towards the dark half which was filled with my parents stuff and slowly get sucked in, until I was surrounded by total darkness. Then a pair of huge red/orange eyes would open up and stare at me. I was terrified, but like you I would forget about it until my parents left the room after tucking me in the following night. This happened to me for years. My girlfriend (who like you, also struggled with bulimia), had similar experiences too. One night she recalls gingerbread men playing and dancing around her bedroom walls at night. When she tried to interact with them, they all stared at her with glowing red eyes and evil grins. Apparently when she called for her grandmother, she saw them too briefly.

a reply to: rukia

Thank you for the story. It was an interesting read, and you are a great writer.

Are you still able to see energy?

a reply to: LastInLine1

eh, the world is a messed up place. But I want to go into law to do what I can to help. I support going with the flow and being noble enough. I sin all of the time, man. Everyone does. That's why there's Jesus

a reply to: evannf

yes! not quite like when I was little, but it's different. It's like what Tesla described as radiant aether--that's the best explanation that I can come up with at my current level of understanding.

a reply to: DeadCat

Eheheh--and that, you see, is why I say that I'm a bit of a moron

Growing up is a strange thing, I suppose when everything is normal for a long time, you chalk things like this up to being little. Of course the fact that your parents recall you speaking about it doesn't make you feel any better, but you put it off and then you kinda forget about it for the time being. Or try to, anyway. But then when it happens again, that's pretty weird. Had I only had this one childhood experience I probably would have never spoken about it. But yeah. I don't know. I'm pretty sure they hate me, though xD

a reply to: Peeple

Me too! You know, what's interesting is, is that when I've told this story to people, they say that the name "dirty laundry" and the description of it's voice and overall brown oven mitt/sock puppet-ness of it all, rings a bell. Which is pretty weird. Who knows, though. I must admit, I also find it quite amusing

a reply to: PraeterLambo

Wow where the heck did you find that picture?

That kinda floored me.
How did you know?

Hi Rukia,

Thank you for posting, that was a really interesting story. I think I remember your story about a possessed friend? That you saw the demon at your friends house crawling on four legs also?

I have a couple of questions if you don't mind answering?

How are your memories so sold from when you were so young? I don't have hardly any memories at all myself. Did you write these experiences down when you remembered them?

I don't suppose you would be willing to share the picture of the mark that you have?

Thank you.

a reply to: mwsmith

I have always had a very good memory. I don't know how or why, but I remember being born. Along with having a photographic memory, I have always had a habit of cataloging my life in my head--I like to look back on everything and reflect, from time to time. I don't really have an explanation, other than that :X

I've honed my memory since I was little by playing little brain games with myself. Like, pretend it's a totally mundane snapshot of me coming back from the mall on a rainy afternoon, and then at the stoplight, bored, I tell myself, "'Rukia', you're gonna remember this moment!" --and then I do whenever I think about it again (whether that be in days/months/years). Recalling the visuals of memories comes naturally to me. It's kind of like the movie you see in your head when you read a book. If that makes sense.

And sure, though it's embarrassing, I had a couple pics ready in case anyone asked:
& you're very welcome. thanks for asking


close-up:


--and now, I just officially branded myself forever as a weirdo
oh well.

a reply to: rukia

I think it's fascinating that you can remember being born, what particularly do you remember of it?

How did you know what a demon was at the age of 2 by the way? It seemed to be angry that you knew that.

There's nothing to be embarassed about. That's a very strange looking scar, it looks almost fresh as if you had a deep wound just a few months back. What was your mothers reaction to the scar the day after night that you rubbed it into your skin?

Thanks for answering

a reply to: mwsmith

I remember coming out of my mother and into the green-tiled hospital room. They carried me over to the sink. That's all I remember.
All of the pictures from me getting born at the hospital were in our peach-tiled room and not the delivery room--which had green tiles, according to my parents who remember it a lot better than I do. I was born with the cord around my neck, so I was blue. So it's a wonder I can remember anything at all when I couldn't breathe, you know? Yeah, I didn't think that remembering it was that weird until seventh grade science class when my teacher asked if any of us remembered being born--and of course I was like, me! xD And then I was told that that was impossible. I tried to argue the point, but from that point on I realized that I shouldn't go mentioning that again without really taking the time to consider my audience.

Well, when I learned the Our Father that day, you know the part, "and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil"? I was an inquisitive tyke and my mother, grandmother, and I ended up having a conversation about evil because I had asked the question--and therefore deserved to know the answer (yes, even at that young age. if you can ask--then you can know, imo ). I don't exactly remember the full details of that conversation, but I remember the gist of it.

Well, I don't remember if it appeared a day later or when--but I think it was pretty quickly because I am pretty easily distracted. I don't know--but they definitely tried to get me to stop touching it for years. But by then it became a stupid habit. Idk--I think the picture that PraeterLambo posted is really intriguing. It would make sense that I would agree to something grand like enlightenment or whatever. I just wish I could remember more about what specifically was said. Bah. Whatever--I'll remember if I'm supposed to remember, I guess.

But yeah, strange is a nice word for what it looks like


No, thank you for listening! I'll answer any question.

a reply to: rukia

Did you meet the mitt in Holland Pa.? That would be thrilling to me, as I grew up in Newtown.
Yours is the best writing on this site.