As a child I was very sensitive. Older adult cousins who lived up the hill from me had a clock that I believed was haunted. This clock was on the mantle over the fireplace. Each time it chimed, the atmosphere in the house changed. The hair stood up on the back of my neck, and I would be fearful.
Many times I ran home as fast as I could, because I did not desire to hear that clock announcing each hour. I was not the only one spooked by that clock. Other family members said they also felt ill at ease when the clock chimed.
Often growing up, I had nightmares where it seemed I was paralyzed in my bed. I could not move or talk, but I could sense everything going on. I could hear the television, or people talking in the other room. And I would always sense an evil presence near me. In my mind, I would be saying help me Jesus, over and over until I woke up.
Once I had this sensation in church. I had arrived for 5:00 a.m. morning prayer. I went to the restroom which was on the other side of the building from the sanctuary. As I opened the door, there was this overwhelming feeling that something ungodly surrounded me.
I used the facilities, and washed my hands. The entire time it felt as if some vortex was about to open and swallow me. Everything inside me was screaming that I should run for my life. I went back to the sanctuary very shaken.
A few years ago, I passed a house that was for sale. I was curious as to why an entire year later no one had purchased it. One day I saw a man painting, and asked if I could take a look. It was a beautiful brick home, that had been remodeled. When I got to the third floor, that old familiar feeling took over. I walked to a back room in what once was an attic. There were two closets on the same side of the room. They narrowed as you got inside.
As I looked at them it felt as if something evil was lurking, and if I dared to walk into one of the closets, I would not return. The hair stood up on my neck, and my heart was beating fast. Every fiber of my being said run and don’t look back. It was 3:00 in the afternoon, the sun was shining bright, yet for me it was the midnight hour. I calmly walked away, and down the steps to the second floor and then the first. I was silently praying the entire time.
When the house was still unsold the following year, I called the number on the for sale sign. I asked if there had been any paranormal activity reported in the house. The man I spoke to, said none that he knew of. He told me a couple had raised their 4 children in the house, and they were a very nice family as far as he knew. And the reason the house was still sitting after 2 years is because the price was rather high.
He did say that the walls behind the attic closets had been torn out to install new insulation. Immediately I thought of the television show, Hauntings, and how many times when walls are torn out it brings supernatural activity.
I had braced myself to hear that evil spirits lurking in the attic, had ran away perspective buyers. I even thought perhaps I could volunteer, to have the evil presence leave in the Name of Jesus, but it was all for naught. Because I sense the supernatural more than I see it, there is no way to prove that all of this was not just my imagination. There is also no way beyond the shadow of a doubt, to disprove it.
Jesus said those who believe in Him would cast out devils. In the bible people were possessed. In today’s world there are stories of spirits that are attached to property. As a Christian I will not go seeking trouble, but I will pray, that should I encoutner something from anther realm, that I have the power in Jesus Name to send it packing.
