While I agree that the mind can percieve things that are not really real, kind of like, made up fear, I do believe in the paranormal. This is not made up, and I dont really give a shit if you believe me or not, I know what happened when we lived there. Not very many people have heard this tale, CL, my mom, my ex. that is about it.
Here is my story. It is true, so take it for what you will.
When I was in third grade, we lived out in the "boon docks" way back on the river where there was not much traffic. Our neighbor was a ways away. We took care of the landlords sheep. This is not a place you just "drive too" as it is rather far out, on the edge of the grand umpqua forest. So, we had lots of acreage for the sheep we took care of (hold off on the sheep jokes, boys). In the middle of this field, there was a large stone, about two semi trucks wide and taller than our mobile home, so it was probably 15 ft tall. It was almost a big, shapeless rock, but there were steps, very worn steps carved into the side. We would climb up it, and on top there was a slanted flat area that was raised with a circular area around the bottom of it, say, three people wide.
The first time I noticed something was wrong with the place, I was playing with my brother on this big fucking rock. He was about 2 at the time. He kind of froze, and looked at me funny. Then he just started crying, but never told anyone why. I still dont know why, but I remember feeling really odd and cold before he began to cry.
The next thing was that a few months later, I was playing on the fence. Yes, country kids play on fences, it is entertaining. A breeze came up, and it was not warm or cold, just moving air. Then I heard my name. I thought, at first that my mother was calling me, and listened. I heard my name again, closer, like a whisper in my ear, not a yell from far away. I was scared, I dont know why, and I ran as fast as I could to the house. Even writing of this memory gives me shivers.
Then the sheep began to die. We lost two sheep before winter. at first, we thought mabye the neighbor was poisoning them, but, there were not the signs of poison, like discoloration, and the two sheep that died were both in almost the same spot. about five feet away from the rock. None of the sheep went near that rock, they stayed pretty clear of it.
Later, my mother and I were out doing shit, like checking the fences, and general farm stuff. We went over by the rock, on the east side, near where the sheep had died. There was a large crack in the rock, to small for any animal aside from a large cat or squirells to climb through. My mom like to check things out, so she went closer to the crack while I stayed back. There was this growl, not like a dog or cat or even bear (yes, Ive heard bear growl, I had one walk into my house once, but that is another story) but deeper, like it meant something. My mom backed away, almost to where I was, a few feet back from the rock. We looked into the crack, expecting a cat or something to jump out. Instead we saw these eyes. Not animal or human or amphibiam eyes, but eyes that were deep red, red like the color of blood in a test tube, and almost glowing, but not really. My mom pushed me back, slowly, I think she thought there was a dog or something in there. But i knew better. I think something scared her, because she grabbed me, and I was not a small kid, and we ran like hell back to the house. My dad asked her what was wrong, but we never told him. We did not even talk about it until several years later.
When we lived there, my sister was an infant. She is what is called a "sids" or crib death baby, because she would stop breathing alot, and had this monitor hooked up to her that would beep. Everyone in the house knew CPR, even my brother. My sister and I shared a room, and I had a habit of waking up and checking on her when she made noises or the alarm beeped. It beeped every hour, and then made huge beeps when she stopped breathing. I woke up, I dont know what time it was, but I must have been having a bad dream, because I was scared when I woke up. We had a night light, but shadows are always darker at night. So, anyways, i look at my sisters crib, and there were the eyes again. I stared, because I was too afraid to move, and too afraid to scream. They hovered over her, like, they were claiming her or talking to her or something. I did not know what to do, but because I was catholic, I knew hail mary by heart, and for some reason that came to my head. I started to whisper..."hail mary full of grace, the lord is with the now and forever." I said that once, then again louder, and then I yelled it. My parents came in, but by then the eyes had gone.
We moved after that winter, my mom called the landlord to tell him we were so gone. He told her that the last people who lived there had been his cousins or something, and they had moved out after a month.
You can not tell me that there are not demons. I have seen them. You can not convince me that there is not the paranormal, that evil does not walk amongst us, becuase I have felt it, deep in my heart and touching my soul.
