Encounter with an evil entity...............Donno

This encounter was so intense that I could not talk about it for ten years...Here Goes...

It all started when I was attending college, a part-time job as a security guard was all I could get. I was stationed at the famous Turtle Creek Mansion security guard shack, watching all the rich folks come and go. With a job like that, there's plenty of time for reading.

It was weird, I had been reading a book that I found in the desk called Helter Skelter. The book was about a very bad man named of Charles Manson. What was strange was that the book seemed to really be pulling me in (or pulling at me). I started to think to myself this was not a normal book.

All of a sudden the phone rang, not only is it an old acquaintance from a few years back, but I couldn't believe he had been able to get the phone number to the guard shack. Anyway, he says we got to get together and get caught up on old times and stuff. It was a beautiful 60 degree afternoon and I was getting off soon, so I figured why not. Little did I realize what was yet to come.

I got over to his house, still in my security uniform, complete with parka and hat. As I was welcomed into the house, I figured we would hang out in the living room, instead we turned in the door that led to the garage basement. When I walked over that threshold, I felt an immediate chill, cover me from head to toe. A very unnatural cold, luckily I still had my parka on and didn't want to appear that it bothered me.

As we sat down, this guy (Nathan) hands me a beer, and starts to light candles and incense, turns on a blinking black-lite and then puts on a Jimmy Hendrix album. He told me that this album was banned in the US and could only be got overseas. He then tuns off the overhead lights and we start to listen to the music.

By now, its starting to be pretty weird. The blinking strobe lite, the eary music that sounded like hundreds of tortured souls, shrieking and wailing, it was awful. I started wishing it would stop but it went on and on.

Then it started, it seemed I was beginning to see in three dimensions, almost like another eye was seeing at the same time the original ones were. I could feel my spirit coming up, out of my body very slowly. When what seemed to be the head of my spirit was about head high out, a powerful entity grabbed hold of my spirit and started to communicate with me. At first, it was a very one-sided conversation.

The entity told me that I was now one of its kind, that I was under its control and would do each and every last thing it commanded me to do. I don't know about you, but I pushed back a little (mentally). The entity did not like this and his grip over me caused me to become desperate with fear, physically and mentally shaking and frightened. The music was now an awful crescendo of what I would imagine a hellish nightmare at its worst could be.

I then slipped back to my childhood prayer days and said one, "In the name of Jesus Christ, please give me the strength to overcome this terrible evil that has befallen me"!

Immediately I felt a humongous surge of white light energy filling my body from head to toe. The awful music that had been playing, now literally changed, resounding like a chorus of angels. I felt the change and welcomed it, hoping that maybe now I could help my friend Nathan escape from the powerful clutches of what appeared to be a demon or something.

I communicated to the entity, "Now is your chance to escape, run with the music, run towards the light." The entity seemed to shrug this off and came back saying that he could easily force me physically and break my body into small pieces. I said, "Then so be it".

The connection started to get weaker and the last communication I remember receiving from the entity was like kind of a strange chortle, then it said "That won't be necessary". The link was severed, I could also feel that my spirit had now settled back inside and my vision returned to normal.

I looked over at Nathan, who was kind slumped over the couch, he started to look up and said, "Wow, that was something else, wasn't it!" I kind of said yea, but didn't want to appear anxious, because I was still a little stunned from what had just happened.

I asked Nathan to turn off the Jimmy Hendrix music and he used this as an excuse to show me the album cover (this happened around '85, before CD's), which had little five (or six maybe) pointed stars on them and when you looked closely at the stars you could see hundreds of little human-like figures, twisting and curling around in pain. The closer you looked the bigger the scene became, as your being pulled in.

I looked away out of self-defense and said "cool", kind of nonchalantly, trying not show outwardly, that I new what was going on. He pointed out other things that were drawn or hanging on the walls. Each giving off it's own evil energies. I still tried to stay remain neutral, a few minutes later, I came up with an excuse that I had to do laundry or something.

I made it out to my car, to find an inch think of ice coating my windshield. This was not normal, credit card scraping ice, but deep and thick. Well, I turned and went back to knock on the door, so that I could heat up some water, to help break the ice up some. We stayed in the kitchen while the water warmed up, and he seemed kinda on edge.

As I drove away, counting my lucky stars and remembering the terrible music, a found that I could only listen to couple country songs, all the other stations reminded me of the terrible music ( I'm over that now) from the room. The next day I got a phone call from Nathan. He wanted me to come back over for another visit. Feeling safer in my own apartment, I told him flat out that I was not into that black magic stuff, and that I was quite upset by the whole experience. He told me that he was not into that either and that it was all a big misunderstanding and he wanted me to try to let it go. I told him I'd think about it.

A few months later, I was at another friends place in the Soto Grande complex, he introduced me to his buddy, this Indian guy, we played chess and had couple brews. This guy was running an errand so I said I'd go along to kill some time. I wasn't sure where he was going, but I started to get nervous when I noticed him getting closer and closer to Nathan's house. By the time we were turning down Nathan's street I was going crazy inside, telling myself "not again", over and over.

As we slowed, getting closer to the house, I didn't say a word, this guy was looking at the house and I was sure he was going to turn in right there. Just when he started to turn in, he stopped, kind of shook his head a little, like coming out of a trance or something, and then flipped the bird at the house and we drove on. Neither of us said anything, stopping at a convenience store and then back to where my car was. I was once again glad to get back to my place.

I never saw any of those guys again.

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