Brane The Demon in My Head Part 5

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Here we have the long awaited Part 5 of Warrior Priestess Brane The Demon story, if you have missed this story you will find the first part at Brane The Demon in my Head 

It had been about a Month or so since what happened with the Shadow creature in Missy’s doorway.  Brane was as torturous as ever and I was becoming very troubled, I wanted away from the house, so I started going outside and I would walk to the road (which was about 30 yrds away from the house) And I would just walk up and down that road mostly all day, there was also a field in the side yard that was between the road and the house, and it was actually closer to the road, I would stay in that field a lot too, I also asked to have my swing set moved into that patch of field, the ground was actually far more level there anyway.

I also forgot to mention that I had my first cat when I was 2 yrs old, she was bluish grey and really fluffy, her name was Buttercup, she had quite a few litters of kittens and a lot of them died.  I would also sit out there in the yard and play with her and her kittens, I think she had about 15 of them, 7 were from a previous litter and the rest were from the new litter.

Well one day I was out on the porch and all the Kittens ran under it, they were afraid of something. I just sat there, and then Buttercup came running around the house and her fur was on end, she sat down beside me and growled at something that was apparently in the oasis-woods.   I didn’t know what it could be unless it was one of those Deer coming back, so I sat there and watched, I heard screaming, like a small child or a woman screaming, a few bushes shook and twigs snapped and the screaming continued, My Grandma came running out looking for me, and the screaming started again, she scooped me up and ran into the house with me, I threw a fit, I wanted Buttercup to come inside and her kittens too because I knew that what was screaming was dangerous, we opened the door and brought Buttercup inside, and lured the other ones in with some food.

My Grandma then called either one of my Uncles or my Grandpa to come quick with a gun.  Well I think it was my Uncle Chuck and Steve that came home and started hunting for this thing. We heard shots being fired and a lot of shouting.   Then Chuck came in out of breath saying: “Don’t let her back outside, there’s a Wildcat  out there.”  Well this really got to me, if it wasn’t one thing it was something else keeping me in that Hellhole.   I wasn’t allowed to go outside without someone coming with me.  Buttercup and her Kittens had to stay in also.

Well, I needed out of the house and my Grandma asked my Grandpa to take me to get me out of the house, and I loved my Pap anyway so I was glad to go.  He came and got me and I stayed with him for about a week, I don’t recall anything strange happening while I was at my pap’s, but when it came time for me to go home in another day, he decided to take me to meet his friend who everyone called “Wild-Bill”  He lived deep in the woods back a long dirt road, his house was amazing, a log-cabin-style mansion.   He had the biggest house I had ever been in.   I really liked it there, but there was one room I didn’t like, it was a rather small room compared to the others, and it led to the bathroom.

Wild Bill was an expert hunter,  he had thousands of animal trophies all of which he had hunted himself,  Deer heads of all kinds, Moose, Elk, Caribou,  Stag, you name it, even some exotics like impala and antelope.   He also had a projector and a big screen to go with it, it was like being in a theatre.  Then I had to go to the Bathroom, bill told me where it was, so I opened the door that led to the room before you reached the bathroom, and I nearly had a panic attack, I had seen full-body animal mounts before, but nothing like these.   There must have been 30 of them in that room, Bobcat, Lynx, a Cougar, Grizzly bear, black bear, Coyote, Wolf, and some others.   But these were terrible, I knew they weren’t alive, but they were just so horrid, Cobwebs allover the place and a lot of cobwebs dangled from these mounts, and that in itself was strange because all the others in his entire house were completely cleaned, I started to feel the reason WHY they weren’t cleaned, I started hearing horrible noises, I heard the distant sounds of gunshots, the screaming of animals, but Bill mostly killed with only one Shot and then it was all over, what I heard was the sounds the tortured spirits of these animals were making, still lingering in that room, trying to reenter these bodies.

So many terrible things rushed at me in the threshold of that room, I would stand there and then shrink back in disgust and horror,  I refused to cross that room, even with my pap, so whenever I had to go to the bathroom any time we visited Bill, I would go outside to an Outhouse which Bill also used. He apparently didn’t go into that room either, he said it was the room of Bad memories for him.   They were his Worst kills, they had been animals that were extremely dangerous and Wild Bill was the one they called to kill these things.  He said One animal he had hunted while he was on Hunting trip with my Pap about 10 years before I was born was down in either Georgia or Texas, there was this Black bear spotted down there, it was about the size of a Grizzly, and was on a murderous rampage, they said this bear killed a few people and a lot of pets and livestock, people had already shot it, but it just lumbered away like it was unharmed.

Pappy and Bill went on to say that they had caught word about this bear, so they set out to hunt it down.  They tracked it for about 4 days and 4 nights, when they found it they were surprised to see how big it was, it was a male, and was just as big as any grizzly, it wasn’t afraid of them, it actually charged  when it was shot 3 times, once by Bill and twice by my Pap.   They had to distance themselves from it quick, so they had no choice but to run, and Keep running. They stopped and looked around but the Bear was no longer following them, but they heard the thumping of its feet and the crackling of Bushes, they steadied themselves and waited for it,  it appeared slowly from out of the bushes and walked out into a clearing.  They were now out in the open a few feet from the tree-line,  Bill Shot it First, it merely pissed it off,  they said it bellowed at them and stood up and roared, steam and spit spraying from it mouth and nostrils, My Pap then shot it in the gut, The Bear hunched down in pain but kept walking, It was coming towards them with its mouth open, Bill shot it, this time he hit it in the head the bullet somehow grazed its skull, the bear made a final move, it bit a chunk out of a Nearby tree, they said the chunk it took out was bigger than both their heads put together,  then the bear collapsed making a death rattle they said they’d never forget.  And it finally died, they approached it slowly and poked it in the eye with the bore of their gun, it moved so they had to shoot it again.   So whether it was just nerves twitching, or something else, they said they never knew.

A lot of people said that the Bear was a Devil, a creature not created naturally.   Bill and my Pap both believed that, because they dragged the carcass onto a truck bed, it took 20 or 30 men to move it (Cant remember which amount they said it was), few of which were Native Americans that had been friends with Bill and my Pap for years.  Pappy said that when they drove off with back to the Camp they were staying they backed the truck into a makeshift freezer they had made,  and covered in it ice as well as they could until they could get a taxidermist.

That night when they were sleeping they heard all sort of terrible noise, moaning and chattering, all were noises that bears were known to make,  they got their guns and went to the cooler, the bear was still dead, but the body was moved,  it was turned around with its face in a corner and it’s back legs were splayed out, they were both overwhelmed with terrible feelings, and they had to make a hard decision, either keep the retched thing and have it Mounted, or BURN it right there and end it. They pulled the body out and soaked it with gasoline then lit it on fire, they had to keep lighting it, the thing wouldn’t burn for long, even when soaked in gasoline. They said they kept this up all night until enough of it was burned, then they just buried it as deep as they could. That’s what they told me, they told me a lot of hunting stories, all of them true, most were stories of what they had personally encountered, or stories that were told to them by Hunting friends. I don’t remember Bill ever telling me the stories of the Trophies in that haunted room, but I think he told me one or two, because if he told me all the stories and all the details I’d probably never go back to his house again. I knew back then on my Own, I knew as well as they did that, that room was haunted by the Painful, Negative energy and emotions of those animals.

Well about a year later Bill broke his ribs, and he couldn’t recover, he died from his injuries a few months later, he was my Pap’s best friend, and he was like a hero to me, we were both devastated. Now when I see animal mounts and hunting trophies, I think of him.

Well I was stuck at home again, and my grandma received a present for me, Chuck’s girlfriend got it for me she was being really nice, but she had no idea.  The present was this 2 ft high Clown-Doll, It wore a silk purple outfit that had silver polka-dots, its hat matched, the hat was a little like one of those Jesters hats.  It had a little wand in its hand that was removable,  it had a wind-up key on its back, and when fully wound it would move, sure it was cute and kind of pretty, but I soon learned to hate it. It had a white-face that was more like a Mime’s, and little jingle bell booties, I guess it was really cute and I did like it a lot, but one night I was in my Grandma’s room and I was alone in the dark, and the clown-doll was placed up on a high chest of drawers near the bedroom door, and it was facing me from across the bed.

Well something woke me up, it was music, sorta like the kind from a windup musical box, well I looked and the clown doll was moving, its head, shoulders and upper body  were moving up and down and around in a clockwise motion (That’s the way it was supposed to move anyway)  and no one else was in the room or near the door to have wound the key, everyone was downstairs.  But there it was up on the Chest of drawers singing and moving, when it finally stopped there was a 5 second pause, and it seemed to jumped off the drawers and hit the floor with a thud.  Well I jumped up out of bed and ran screaming out of the room, I was then Pushed by something at the top landing, and I fell down the steps, headfirst I rolled and tumbled to the bottom landing and I knocked down a few pictures and hanging décor on my way down, I was in a lot of pain but still conscious, I got up and I ran into the living room everyone was startled, they heard something (which was me falling) I had a knot on my head, and I had a light bruise on my face for 2 days.

I told them to take the clown doll and do something with it, just get rid of it but don’t throw it away, I don’t want to see it.  So Miss took it because she liked it too, but soon took it out of her room for some reason, and she put in a box and it was put somewhere (not sure where though)  and I didn’t see it again for about 3 years.  I was back sleeping in my Grandmas room again, and Miss for some reason started having some type of nightmares or Night-terrors.  She never told us any details of why she suddenly became so frightened that she couldn’t sleep in her own room, so she would come over to our room and sleep in the same bed or on the floor, (It was a large queen-sized bed that she still has to this day) I would have to say it had to do with that cloaked demon I saw weeks before.

I remember waking up, my grandma was gone but Missy was still there in bed, but as soon as I opened my eyes Brane was standing there on the bed over me, then he vanished while laughing.  I was scared and frozen in fear, my heart in my throat. Then something started jumping on the bed, just like weeks before, and I knew then it was Brane, Missy yelled at me but I said it wasn’t me, the jumping continued while I still laid beside her, she freaked out and jumped off the bed, the jumping then stopped.

Well Missy wouldn’t sleep in My Grandma’s bed anymore either, so she slept downstairs on the couch, but that didn’t last very long either, she became “Homesick” for her bedroom, it happens to me nowadays too, a bedroom is like your own little sanctuary and not sleeping in it for a long period of time can effect your mood.  So she began sleeping in her own room once more, well I liked her room too, so I went over one night while she was still awake, she had just came home from a party with her high school friends.  She had glow in the dark gummy bracelets on that night and for some reason the glowing goo, or powder (Whatever it was filled with) stained her skin around her wrists and arms, she turned the nightlight off and we were now in total darkness, she had closed her bedroom door all the way and I was up on the bed with her, I noticed the green glowing stains on her wrists, I had never seen glow in the dark stuff before so I didn’t know what it was, I said ” What’s that?”  She said: “My Blood glows in the dark!”  I then said, “Why didn’t it glow before!” and her answer was: “This is where the Hootenanny bit me! …And its only a matter of time before I turn into one!”  Well I screamed and bawled because I didn’t want to lose my Aunt Missy (Who I always called my Sister until I was 14) Then she broke her character and said: “Oh Stop, its Not true!  I was making it up!”   And when I heard her say that my whole perception of reality changed.  I began to wonder all kinds of messed-up things like was it true about the Hootenanny at all?  Was Brane actually real or was I truly crazy?  Is ANYTHING true.

Well after that night I went on a little mission, I became a regular little Paranormal investigator, I no longer believed anything anyone told me, and I practically threw myself into danger just to prove to myself that something was real or not.   I started to disobey, I disobeyed because I no longer believed in anything, I even wondered if my life and all of existence were nothing more than someone’s dream.

One day I snuck out and ran into the Oasis-Forest, which I was forbidden to go near, I always wondered why, and I wondered if the bottomless well even existed.  I didn’t even care if the wildcat was still in there, it had been gone for about 2 weeks anyway.  I looked everywhere for the bottomless well, what I found was a lot of bones from all kinds of different animals in this one spot, when I was young I was actually not that afraid of bones,  my curiosity peaked and I went near them, I stood there in the middle of them all and wondered how they all got there, then I started to sink, I sunk down into the ground, it was apparently quicksand, but it was more like mud, and when my bare feet were submerged it felt like they were burning, almost like my feet were in a bowl filled with hornets, scorpions and fire.  I Screamed and screamed, but no one could hear me, I grabbed the ground around me to try and pull myself out, but I couldn’t,  I couldn’t reach anything except bones.  So I just laid down, face first and cried like any 4 year old would in this situation, Hopeless. I gave up, but something pulled me up out, something I couldn’t see.  I was so weak by that time I just laid there, my feet and legs in terrible pain, I was apparently stung by something in that quicksand, perhaps it was a great big mound of Ground-Wasps, or Stinging fire-ants, or perhaps even poisonous thorn roots, I still to this day don’t know.  I laid there about 3 feet from the spot I sank, but WHO and what pulled me out?

I was near a tree, and it was hard to move my legs, they were all dirty and muddy, I sat there for a while until my feet and legs felt better, it hurt to walk through, each step I took it felt like I was stepping on needles.  I had no sense of direction in there, and the oasis woods wasn’t even very big either, I just seemed to go around in circles,  when I finally came out of there I was at the farthest part away from the house, there was a hill and the edge of the cornfield line was there also.  So I followed the cornfield line, but I only got further away so I turned around and went back in the Oasis. I made sure not to go near the pit filled with bones, but I found something else, it was a stone slab, manmade and very old, it consisted of 4 or 5 different types of stone stuck together, it was actually really creepy, it was on the ground but sloping upwards on the one side. I looked under the part that was raised up, and there was a dark pit underneath, I had finally found the Well Grandma told me about.  I threw a rock down it, I heard no sound being made that would indicate it hit the bottom.  I was then scared, and looked for a way to get out of the woods, so I ran forward and out of the woods, I kept running and didn’t look back or even to my sides, I just kept my vision focused forward. I even ran with my eyes closed because I was crying, my legs and feet still hurt, but I was too desperate to get away from there that I didn’t care, when I finally stopped running because I had gotten tired, I looked around and there I stood in the field that was beyond the barn, I now knew where I was.

I can still remember running down the hill and onto the flat area of the field.  I even remember stepping on a bird’s egg, it was just the shell though.  I kept walking, the pain now completely gone from my legs and feet, (Apparently from the adrenaline rush)  so I decided to head back into the Barn, it still looked the way it always did to me, Crooked and evil but I didn’t care, I wanted answers.  I snuck up to the doors, and I squeezed myself through the opening.  I couldn’t get the door open all the way, it was stuck, so when I got into the barn there was very little light shining through the door, and even less shining through the windows of the loft, but I could see that big creepy tractor underneath.

I then saw glowing greenish eyes underneath the tractor, and it wasn’t Buttercup or her kittens, because they were still inside the house.  I called “Kitty Kitty Kitty!”   but nothing, no response, the eyes just disappeared.    I just thought it was odd, I was crazy about cats when I was little, so I did something really stupid, I went after these eyes, I actually crawled under the big farm tractor, but I never found a cat, what I met instead was a horrible demonic caricature of a Cheshire cat, whether it was real or not I may never know, this thing looked like it came right out of a horror-movie version of Alice in Wonderland book.  Its mouth was terrible, Wide open glaring eyes that seemed like they were just going to burst out of its head towards me.  The skin however looked like it were in a great state of decay. The teeth were all twisted and crooked, like a mixture of human teeth and some animal teeth all in the same mouth.  Its lips were stretched way back and were practically smiling from ear to ear,  its front legs and paws were much more like small hands that were stiffened and curled under like in rigor-mortis, they were however forwards at this creature’s sides, like a Lion-statue or the Egyptian Sphinx, but the rest of it I couldn’t see, it just stared at me like this and I stared back, I didn’t blink, but then I think I saw its eyes move to meet my eyes and then I crawled backwards as fast as I could out from under the tractor and I slid myself away from the tractor, I sat in a fetal position against the side of the barn about 10 feet away from the tractor.

I kept staring into the deep shadows under the tractor where the thing was, I couldn’t see it anymore, it was too far back and too dark.   I picked up a handful of stones and threw them at the tractor, all I heard was the rocks hitting metal and ricocheting around.   And then complete silence, for 3 whole minutes nothing happened, then I heard something, it sounded like the moaning of dry creaky metal joints, it was coming from the ceiling of the barn (If it would qualify as a ceiling, it was pretty much just the inside of the roof)   I couldn’t really see anything to account for the sound.  I then heard what sounded like something with claws climbing around upside down on the ceiling, I could see something moving around up there, but no details, it was shrouded in so much shadows I couldn’t make it out, it was about the size of Buttercup, maybe a little bigger.  Then something fell straight downward in front of me and hit the stones on the floor.  It really didn’t have a shape, it looked sort of like a mummified human baby wrapped loosely in a small burlap bag.

Well I had seen enough so I inched my way towards the opening in the door, it wouldn’t budge just like before so I had to stand up and squeeze out, I closed the door behind me (It wouldn’t slide open, but I slid back shut, it must have been jammed) and I ran towards the house,  I stopped in front of the big hollow tree though, and I sat down and rested there in the driveway and looked up at it, wondering if what I saw was real or not since I never saw it again afterwards.

About 5 minutes later my grandma started yelling for me, it was time to come in she didn’t know where I was, about 2 hours had went by, and she just got home about a half hour ago.  So I got up and went inside, I was really dirty so I had to get a bath.  (My legs and feet were swollen and really ugly looking for the next few days but I never told anyone where I had got into anything that caused it because I didn’t want to get in trouble.  So they thought I was just allergic to something I had ate.)

Anyhow, Later that same day Miss got into an Argument with my Grandma, it had to do with me and how come no one was watching me. Well Missy blamed me for everything after that, and refused to baby-sit me, she said she had her own life, My uncle Chuck got married and was finishing the house he was making for him and his wife to live, they had their first child name Zachary, he was now 2 years old.  (sorry if I forgot to mention any of this as my Memories aren’t in the best of order when I write them down)  and my Uncle Steve was with His dumb girlfriend and were getting ready for their first baby, my Dad was still in La-La land somewhere, no one seemed to know where he was, and around that same time My Grandma and my Pappy weren’t speaking to each other due to problems, so no one was there to stay with me, my mom had no choice but to call a Babysitter, I think her name was Kim.  Well I didn’t really like her very much, she was one of those over controlling type women, and she had a crazy split personality, she would seem to find pleasure in making me cry and thought it was funny when I threw a fit, she also got really mad when I would have one of those epileptic panic-attacks, and she would hit me, which only made things worse, I really hated her, she was not much better than my Own biological- mother.  Brane really seemed to like her though.

One morning I came down and I wanted to bring the kittens and Buttercup inside.  Well, Kim was a total bitch about it and made no sense at all why I wasn’t allowed to bring them in, so I had one of those panic attacks and she got mad.  So I just went upstairs locked myself in my Grandma’s room and began to have a full seizure, I then fell asleep and didn’t come back down until about 2 hours later, I slept that long.  Well, when my grandma came home Kim left and I told Grandma that Kim wasn’t very nice.  So Kim wasn’t to baby-sit me for a really long time after that, my Grandma was running out of options for Babysitters, so she had to asked her sister in law S____ to baby-sit me. Well I was dropped off at S_____’s house in the morning and left there till Grandma got off work.   Some days S______ was okay, other days she was a completely different person.   Once she took me to Church, and I hated it there, the vibes from that place were not the most pleasant.   And it seemed like after Church hours were over with, that’s when S______ was the nastiest.  She pulled my hair sometimes, slapped me once, and screamed at me a lot.  She even drove me home once, and everyone knew I could NOT wear jeans, they drove me insane, but actually it was due to blood-flow, every time I had jeans on the blood would rush to a certain area of my body, I didn’t understand the sensation, and I would go absolutely mad.

Well Just to be hateful, she found the smallest tightest pair of jeans from someone else’s dresser, she Forced them on me with all her might that’s how tight they were, she forced me down flat and zipped them up, it pinched and I think I even bled, the button actually snapped off, well I couldn’t even stand that’s how tight they were, because I couldn’t bend my legs.   The blood rushed to my groin so bad, I was only 4, so you couldn’t imagine how a forced sexual-blood rush felt to a child.  She picked me up, I screamed all the way, I thrashed and tried to pull the jeans off, but I couldn’t, they were too tight to remove, well the drive lasted maybe 15 minutes, 15 minutes of Absolute Physical and Sexual HELL.

She drove with the radio up to drown out my screaming, I just couldn’t stop screaming. When I got home, my Grandma rushed out and got me, She tried pulling the jeans off even after unzipping them, and she broke a lot of her nails in the process, she couldn’t pull them off of me, she had to actually cut them off with scissors.    What I’ve just told you is 100% true.   S____ was forbidden to baby-sit me afterward, and my Grandma made it clear to everyone NEVER force long legged clothing onto me.  Even to this day I cannot Wear Jean pants for the same reason I couldn’t back then.   I don’t know why it happens, it just does. I cant wear shorts, if they’re not short enough, I don’t wear short-shorts though.

Well I was greatly effected psychologically after this incident, I did a lot of weird things due to the massive blow inflicted to my psyche, I finally got over it within 3 weeks.   During those times my Grandma would have to take me to work with her, I was actually quite popular at the 76 truck stop, I mostly stayed in the back in the break room and stuff, and I had a lot of Waitress friends, I was also friends with regular customers of 76.  There were pinball machines and arcade games there and I would spend time playing them, there was also a gift shop and I would go in there and look at all the stuff.   I really liked it there.

Then time came that she had to find another babysitter for me, she left me with Aunt Jane, who is about 85 now, she was always like a second Grandma to me. She had a nice yard too.  I went into her basement a lot and played with old toys down there, there was however, and still is, a weird presence down there, it feels like a Man, always watching and following you, and the energy of him is that of a creepy older man, kind of like a pervert or peeping-tom, so due to that energy I didn’t go in the basement very often, that presence is still there to this day.

Well, then my pappy was finally allowed to keep me, and that’s what I preferred, we would watch old Western movies and wrestling.   He would tell me a lot of cool stories, he had an old toaster and the spring in it was tightly wound, I loved having toast out of that toaster, when it was done the toast would actually jump up out and fly up 4 feet in the air, it actually hit the ceiling a few times.   I met my First friends back then, 2 girls, one a year younger than the other, they names were “Sheena” and “Shyna”   I first really learned about God and his wonders from my Pappy, NOT from S______ or from any Bible or Retched Church. Pappy told me how to be a good person.   My Pappy never hurt me, and he never laughed or got angry when I had one of those panic attacks.  He had a friend name Otto, he could play the harmonica and he was funny as hell.  Sheena, Shyna and Otto moved away when I was about 7, I never saw them again.

Well it came time for me to come home, my Grandma was on a much needed vacation.  Missy came home and was staying a few weeks, she had been going to Beautician school for the past year.   Well that night when everyone went to bed I snuck downstairs, I just couldn’t sleep and I was all hyped up.  So I sat down there in the living room with a lamp on, and I start talking out loud to absolutely nothing, I was trying to call to someone, I didn’t know who, I just wanted a friend.  It was around 3 AM when I finally succeeded in calling “Someone”  But that experience is for another time and doesn’t really belong mixed in with this one, lets just say I finally made a friend.

Soon my Grandma’s Vacation was over, and Missy had to go to beauty school, so Kim the babysitter was called.  When she arrived she put on an act that we were going to have so much fun, then when everyone one and was out of the driveway she became like S______, well I was playing in the kitchen,  and the washer and dryer was in the end of the kitchen that led to the mudroom where the furnace and the front door was, we didn’t really have a laundry room.  Well I always had this habit of crawling into tight spaces, I wasn’t claustrophobic at all, so I crawled into the Dryer, it was a big dryer, it wasn’t turned on and I left the door open, well the Babysitter slammed that door shut and actually turned the dryer on.  She was apparently planning on murdering me and making it look like it was my fault.  I Guess that’s why she did it, I’m not sure what was going through her head.   Something opened the dryer door, and I tumbled out, half awake and half dead, I was out of breath, suffocated and I felt like I had been in a humid oven, and yes I had been spinning in the tumbler too. Well I was all red and looked like I was in a steam room I know this because I was rushed into the bathroom and held in the tub in some cool water.

Anyhow, when she saw me she had a sick grin on her face, then something weird happened, I was still conscious and my eyes were kinda spinning and I could still see and hear what was going on around me but barely.  Then I heard a voice and I know Kim heard it too due to her reaction.  What I heard was: “BITCH you’re in trouble now!”  I don’t really recall if SHE took me to the tub, or if I got there myself somehow, parts are missing due to the ordeal, only the strongest parts stay in my memory.  I laid in cool water till my grandma got home, Kim probably lied about why I acted the way I did, but she wasn’t allowed to baby-sit me until 7 years later.

I spent the next 4 days recuperating.  I wouldn’t tell anyone what really happened, I was afraid Kim would kill me if I told anyone, so this is the very first time I’ve told anyone. My Grandmother got desperate again for a Babysitter and managed to track down my dad and mother, I had to stay with them a few days, one night they took me to a movie, after it was over we went home to my house and I fell asleep on the couch, but due to the hype of the movie I had an episode of seep-walking, I was forcefully awakened in the Kitchen, I recall it well, the lights were dim, my Mom sitting on a chair at the table, well as they say to Never wake a sleep-walker, there is a good reason not to.  When I was awakened, I went on a rampage, I was so viciously angry that I was screaming and shouting out of anger (all of which is a natural reaction from a forcefully wakened sleepwalker) well I was as tall as my Mom’s knees while she was sitting, and I was clawing and screaming at her, something along the lines of “F— You STUPID B—-H      AAAAHHHHHHH.”

Then my Dad did something stupid, he picked me up and turned me upside down and held me in the air and beat me, he beat me so hard on my ass it was more like brutality than discipline, it practically knocked then wind out of me, then he threw me down on the floor and I crawled away gasping for breath.. I stood and went into the bathroom, I was highly congested from crying PLUS having the wind knocked out of me.. A Male’s voice that’s sounded a lot like my Pappy’s (But no one but us three were home so I know it wasn’t my Pappy.) the voice said “Pour some hot water in the sink and hold a Wet hot rag over your face.” Well I never knew that it would work, but it did, I could breath through my nose again, No one was there with me, and my Dad was still in the Kitchen with my stupid mother, the voice I heard was NOT my dad’s.

He then said: “You’re Dads a stupid asshole and your Mothers a big dumb whore! Don’t let it hurt your feelings, you didn’t do anything wrong, they shouldn’t have woke you.”  Well I went upstairs and went to bed.  Not long afterward I was taken out of bed and taken out of the house and put in the back seat, my parents were highly freaked out by something, we left the house, driving away at at least 60 mph, I was tired but what I remember is my mom in the passenger seat upfront shaking and hysterical, my dad said “We NEVER Talk of this  understand?”    Well I remember my Friend that I could see and he was sitting in the back seat with me, and he was sniggering and chuckling, he then said under his breath “Retards!”  Well, there were a few experiences I had at my Mom and Dad’s house, but it’ll have to wait for another time.

Well when I finally got to go home I was glad to be away from my crazy mother.   Anyhow I was outside playing on the porch when I heard something coming from the orchards up at the edge of the cornfield. Its sounded like Crows fighting, then these gigantic black birds that were apparently Ravens flew out of Both of the trees, and one of them actually flew at me.  Well I got curious, so I went up to the orchards and found a small wounded young raven, so I scooped it up and cared for it for about a week, I fed it and made a nest for it, it couldn’t fly for some reason, it was big enough to fly, but it couldn’t.  So up on the top of my swing set slide was the safest place for it since no cats could climb up the ladder or up the slide to get to it, once I looked out and saw an adult raven feeding the one I was caring for, but instead of feeding it food, it was feeding it droppings, that was creepy, I’ve known of no bird force-feeding its own kind feces.   So I went out and I chased the big one away and I fed the small one worms and bugs, it was about a week later that it could flap its wings, I walked up to the orchard with it and let it go, it flew up the tree and joined the others, and then I went back to the porch, about 5 minutes later however I heard a lot of commotion from the trees I looked up and there was this Huge orange cat with the same Raven in its mouth that I had nurtured for the past 2 weeks, this infuriated me, I ran towards the cat but it dodged and ran right under the porch, I reached for the Raven, but the cat grabbed it and pulled it deeper and proceeded to eat the raven ALIVE.  This cat was not one of ours, it was apparently the wildcat that had been in the oasis woods.

I told my Grandma, and my pap and his friends were called to come up and catch it, this cat was about the size of a small dog, this cat was big, ugly and mean.   It was very hard to catch, and they never really managed to catch it either. So the cat remained at our house,  and it screamed like a bobcat or cougar would.   It made a lot of noise at night and it was in the oasis a lot too,  It looked like it was apparently cross bred between 2 different species of Cat, such as  Maine Coon, and Bobcat.  My Grandma said it was a Small Panther, my Pap said it was a Hellcat.

Once we walked outside onto the porch (Our car was parked a few feet from the porch in the front yard a lot of the time)  But before we stepped off the porch, the cat jumped on the hood of the car and screamed and hissed at us, its hair was all bristled and its eyes seemed to shine and glisten.  We had to go back inside, it wouldn’t let us go near the car, so what we did was get a few buckets of water and carried them out with us and threw it at the cat and it ran away and we were able to get in the car finally, when we came home we made a bee-line for the door.

Eventually a lot of dead animals started to turn up on our porch, birds, other cats, possums and raccoons.   All were either decapitated, or had a gash in their necks/throats.   We set a trap for it, but we had to use a cardboard box, it was one of those boxes made for refrigerators or washing machines,  we didn’t have the money to buy a real steel trap and we didn’t know where to find one anyway,  we lured it in by placing food in the back of it, and once it was inside we ran to it and flipped the box up so the long part was up and down, my Grandma got the duct-tape and as she was folding the flaps over the cat jumped up and clawed her, she could have bled to death and I’m pretty sure she needed stitches, she quickly duct taped it shut and she threw the box into the back of the car and we drove off with it, we didn’t have money to take it to a shelter to be put down, so we were just going to drive as far as possible and drop it off.

Well halfway down the road the cat jumped out and leaped onto the dashboard and went crazy, my Grandma swerved and we went off the road and sat idle in a field.  The cat attacked us both viciously, it scratched me in the face and head and even the neck, my arms were scratched up too, it really went after my grandma, it lunged at her, and bit her and clawed her, her hair was all messed up and so was her arms, hands, face and legs,  it went for her throat a few times but I was hitting it to protect her.   She opened the door and I opened mine and we jumped out, the cat was still on her, she threw it off but it came at her again and she was kicking it, this cat wasn’t normal, and it didn’t even have rabies either, then I went to assist her and the cat attacked me, a car passed us and pulled over to help blowing the horn to scare the cat away, but it wasn’t scared, my Grandma tried getting back in the car,  but the cat got there first, it jumped in the car and went crazy,  she slammed the door shut but my door was still opened so she ran around and closed it too. The person that helped said that he would call for help, well when it finally came they opened to door and the cat jumped out and went crazy and sprayed on everyone.  They tried to get it to run into a trap but it ran away and just kept going..  It was horrible.  We had to get tested for rabies which was negative, but I think I came down with a fever.

Well, stranger things happened and a stranger looking cat was seen prowling around the oasis woods at night, in the early morning and at dusk, it was whitish, and looked a little ghostly, it was a little bigger than the orange wildcat, so did this cat Die and come back?  Well this creepy white cat stayed around but only came out when it was dark, and it made really weird noises like howling.  There was something really evil about it.  A few days later a big dead possum was found in our yard up at the Cornfield’s edge near the tall orchards, Maggots were allover it and it wasn’t there the day before.   The Ravens in the Trees seemed to have left,  but the trees themselves now seemed so alive and filled with evil.   I was sitting there in the yard near my swing set and I was looking at them,  a strange sense like that of vertigo came over me, the trees seemed to be getting taller and taller, they looked like they were reaching out to me with their branches. Then I saw what looked like Black hazy sheets or capes flying out of them both very slowly and then it just blew in the wind but there was no wind blowing, the black shapeless capes stuck to the branches of the trees swaying in a nonexistent breeze.  The trees became black like pitch, the bark, the leaves everything.  And that’s how they stayed but the black capes disappeared, whatever they really were, I still don’t know.

PLEASE NOTE: This was during a time when things seemed to sort of lighten up, but that was short-lived.  Because afterwards, things became the worst they had ever been before…

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