posted on Dec, 3 2012 @ 10:28 PM
Almost a decade ago, when I was 18, I started to talk openly online about some of my odd experiences as a way of venting them/understanding them.
Well at the time I lived in a quarter of a double house(land lord divided a half double house into a first/second floor unit and a second third floor
unit). This happened in February of 2004 Allentown PA. Anyway I was downstairs in the kitchen on the computer. I got semi/bored with the internet and
decided to go upstairs to my bedroom and read a book.
I went to the bathroom(which was on the first floor adjacent tot he kitchen) and then before I left the kitchen to the stairs to go to my bedroom I
remembered to leave the kitchen light on. Because if I turned the kitchen light off, if I decided to come back down I would be entering a pitch black
kitchen area( a previous experience in my early teens has turned my off to pitch black areas period). Well I checked in on my mom because she fell
asleep in the ground-floor living room sofa, then went upstairs with the phone in-case one of my friends called(who knows at what hour a party might
I curled up on my bed(which was against the wall) and started reading "Kingdom of Heaven"(pretty decent book). Around three in the morning the
cordless rings, I answer and all I hear is an incredibly intimidating(I can't help it but my eye's seem to tear up just remembering it, don't even
feel sad or anything seems odd) and terrifying "ekk-guu-gar" type language being spoken.
At first I thought it was some kind of voice program thingy, as no normal person could make those kind of tones in such fluidity. After I accused the
voice of being a prank call, it just got worse. I was so terrified I hanged up the phone and went to run downstairs to my mom(hey I was 18 at the
time). I got to the top of the steps and just stopped. I don't know where this feeling came from, from my sub-conscious, instinct, intuition or
divine guidance, but I just stopped and felt like I was being made a fool. Like someone was trying to trick me, and my next thought was "no".
I went back into my bedroom and grabbed my staff(an oak staff I owned at the time) and a butcher like knife(was using it to cut up boxes I think
earlier). I crawled on my bed and for awhile just held the two in a kind of warrior pose and shut down all thought so I would just react. After awhile
I calmed down and started reading the book again. I am not sure when(after 5 am), but right when the first bit of sky changed because of morning I
heard an almost jumping sound. Like someone jumped down onto the trash cans or something on the walkway on the side of the house. Then I heard several
more. I waited till it was morning morning, and went downstairs. Nothing was out of place or moved, except one thing.
The kitchen light was turned off. If I would of ran downstairs like I almost did, I would of ran into a pitch black semi large kitchen.