3:50 AM... 6/14/16

I woke up at 3:50am due to a demonic nightmare. In my dream/nightmare, whatever you wanna call it, there were 2 men (Including me) and 1 woman. Before, I get too far in descriptions I'd like to say that we've all experienced a dream where we try to describe it to someone and we fail miserably. Any description I give will not do justice but I am going to try my best without using hyperbole (Hype) or embellishment but I must exaggerate to get my point across. I guess I can list all the conditions I felt and give a description of the environment. Another element that I experienced in my dream was having the ability to make a decision, to choose to do something. I've heard of people that have the ability to control their dreams like if they wanted to fly or to breath underwater, well that is exactly what I'm referring to. 1. The dream took place in NYC for some reason and the 3 of us where in a large flat apartment on a high floor, maybe 20 - 30 stories high. 2. The other man in the dream was a high school buddy who could be called the epitome of peer pressure, i.e.; He convinced me to sneak out of my house after my parents fell asleep, go to his house about a mile away, take lsd and watch Pink Floyd The Wall and then go back to my house and sneak in while still tripping, only 14 and never taken drugs prior to that night. So, yeah, the other man in the dream was a high school buddy with an antichrist spirit. 3. I do not know who the woman was. 4. In the dream, there was a definite sense and feeling of damnation, condemnation, doom, hopelessness mixed with a continued, drawn-out panic, in other words, total fucking hell. 5. I felt as though a liquid gel was freely moving all over my body without dripping off. 6. Whenever I looked at the other man he was close to the woman and once I knew what I was experiencing in my dream (Possession) both of their images changed from normal, like a dating couple holding hands into two separated, gruesome, foaming at the mouth, spitting, poised to attack.. monsters. While I could barely breath from the tension of panic, I noticed while looking around this apartment that I could see night and city lights as a background but the woman had jumped to the window which was a long, plain glass window and she was attached to the window like she was a frog. She had a 4 limbs touching the window and next to her, crouching but on the level floor that I was standing on, I saw his face and skin boiling, whenever he breathed it was a painful noise mixed with steam from his mouth and nostrils. While all this activity was going on, I noticed that the top of his skull had been removed as if a bowl cut hair cut but I could see his brain. From that point on, I started preaching and calling on the name of Christ. I could hear my own voice preaching the gospel and proclaiming that Jesus is the Son of God. The next thing I remember, there were acorn size balls of lava all over the floor and I was barefoot. This scene would resemble the floor of a foundry where liquid iron ore is being poured into cast formations and the leftover hot iron would spill out of the cast onto the floor in small pellets. 7. Throughout the dream, I felt someone at my right ear and behind my right shoulder. I never saw what or who it was. I don't remember much dialogue, everything before the preaching was internal thought and dialogue. 8. If you took 35 years of regret and dissolved it into 15 minutes, that is close to what my mind was thinking before I realized that I was trying to be possessed by a demon. 9. As soon as I heard myself speaking in the name of Christ, I knew immediately that I was in a dream and I also knew that absolutely nothing could hurt me even though I was being burned by the liquid hot lava pellets. It was a decision I made to start preaching but I don't remember making that decision, it was instinctive.. I know, it makes zero sense. 10. I was actually parched for thirst when I woke up and I did not go back to sleep. 11. The dream was probably 60 seconds long. Once I went upstairs to get my girls off to school and drink some coffee, I saw my Dad sitting in his recliner chair watching tv. He started telling me about something waking him up in the middle of the night. He said it was like someone threw our cat on to the bed with the same amount of weight. Our cat sleeps in the kitchen area inside of an Easter basket and she has never even been in my parents bedroom so it wasn't the cat. My parents sleep with their bedroom door locked and there is no other way into their bedroom. I asked him what time it was when he experienced the disturbance on their bed and he told me: "Aah, around 1/4 to 4 this mornin." After rereading this post, I don't think I exaggerated that much at all, it's pretty close to how it happened, now just multiply it by your worst nightmare. - Casey

Night Harassment on Sunday at/around 2am - 5am, 06/13/16

Again, I heard through my Mother about what happened in their bedroom. It was Sunday night/Early morning Monday at/around 2am through 5am. My Father told my Mom that, "They were touching his feet." Most of the time when I leave in the morning I don't get a chance to see my Father. We live on the same property but I live in an apartment so we don't always cross paths. In conversation, I asked my Mother if the praying helped on Sunday evening and she said that my Dad told her; "They were touching my feet." This is pretty normal for what my Father experiences, I've been witness to more severe attacks happen to him, like the "Trinity" scratch on the back of his neck and other violent bed attack episodes. The unclean spirit is a coward and I addressed this point in my praying, they will only attack when they cannot be confronted (Though it seems) with prayer or other defenses. My Dad does not have any history of sleepwalking, night terrors, sleep paralysis, drunk/hungover, etc.. He would not fabricate any story just for the sake of some kind of child-like attention. If you ask anyone about my Father, they will tell you that he is a straight-forward man and if you asked anyone who knows my Father; "Do you believe what he's telling you?" They would say yes, they may find the subject matter hard to believe but not the man. I say this for clarity and for the fact that he's not full of shit. I can testify to that as a son.

A moving bed, 3am - 5am 06/12/16

I was told second hand through my Mother that the bed they sleep on (Father & Mother) was moving. I haven't spoken to my Dad about it so I cannot give details at this time. I wanted to record it for archival purposes. On Sunday evening, I asked my Mother if she thought my Dad would want me to pray and read Scripture in their bedroom and she said yes. I read from 1st John 1:1 - 4:7/8 and I closed with the Lord's prayer. After praying the Lord's prayer I asked for physical and spiritual protection in the Name of Jesus Christ.

Appearances are deceiving

After 3 years of almost zero activity to report, events have taken place and they cannot be denied. We have always had the occasional auditory phenomena but very little compared to the daily harassment we were experiencing. In fact, it was so little it barely came up in conversation. Since some time last year, maybe November 2015, my Brother, my Father and myself started noticing the same hallmark traits of paranormal activity and trust me, no one wanted to affirm the fact that anything had returned, many times I took my Holy Bible and went throughout the house loudly preaching the Psalms of deliverance to find that all spirits had fled as quick as they came. Regardless of my efforts, these events persist and they happen at the most mundane moments; when I'm taking a piss, when my Brother is watching tv, when my Father falls asleep in his recliner or even when he's cutting the grass. In order to properly describe each event and to effectively define each moment would take far too remembering to accurately explain each event so at this point I'd like to just record what happened to whom and give a general description of how it happened to the best of my memory and to the best of my memory as my Father and Brother told me what happened to them. Keep in mind, these recent events were unprovoked in the sense of; "Well something happened to him so whatever's happening to me must be paranormal"- These events only came to light once all three of us mentioned the topic while all three of us were together in the same room. Yes, we all live in the same house but we all have very different schedules. I just want to make it clear to the reader for future reference that each event was a "Personal" experience. OK, with all that said, I'd like to start with an experience I had that made it perfectly clear that something paranormal had returned, if not just laid dormant until an ideal time to wreak havoc. According to Scripture, The Return of the Evil Spirit in Luke 11:24 states that any time an evil spirit is abated, When an unclean spirit comes out of a man, it passes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left.’ On its return, it finds the house swept clean and put in order. Then it goes and brings seven other spirits more evil than itself, and they go in and dwell there. And the final plight of that man is worse than the first.” In the month of March 2016 I got a new bed and I was sleeping on a chase lounge for about 2 years. Before I started sleeping on the new bed in March, I think it was in late February when this happened to me; I had been having demonic nightmares about once every 3 to 4 months, each time the nightmares had the same premise, same feeling of doom and I could tell that I was surrounded by pure evil. On this particular night, I had awakened at about 4 am, I smoked a cigarette and I was getting ready to get up and use the bathroom when I felt a human fist punch the cushion I was sleeping on, from under neath the cushion. I felt the fist punch two times in between my legs, in between my knees to be specific. There is about 2" in between the concrete floor and the chase lounge so it is physically impossible for a human to reach under neath and punch upward. After I realized that what I just felt was real, I was kind of in a state of shock and disbelief, then as I watched for further activity towards my feet, I saw my bedding breathing. The blanket at the foot of the bed was breathing, expanding then contracting, I sat up and looked to see if my dog was sleeping at the foot of my bed but he wasn't there. I threw the bedding over into a pile on the floor and went to the bathroom. I didn't say anything to anyone about it because my Daughters had just moved in 6 - 7 months earlier and I didn't want them to be scared plus it was an isolated incident and as soon as I mentioned prayer, whatever it was fled so fast I felt the presence no longer. On 5/29/2016, my Father and I were outside working on our a/c unit, I was at one end of the building working on the unit while my Dad walked over to the other side, a 4-bay garage, when he got back he asked me if I had fooled with the battery charger hooked up to his truck. I told him no because I had no idea what he was talking about, I didn't even know he had it charging so when he started telling me what happened I didn't have an answer for him. He told me that someone switched the control from 40 amps to 220 amps and he was pissed off because it could have damaged his truck battery. So after much thought and ruling out all possibilities, he thinks it was paranormal and I strongly agree. About 3 hours later we were over at the house installing the outdoor a/c unit. I went inside to piss in the apartment bathroom and I left the bathroom door open because no one was inside the apartment. While standing there urinating I heard; "You down here?" in my Mother's voice, I said: "Yeah, what's up?" "I'm pissing" and then I heard no response, nothing... I walk upstairs to find my Mother and I saw that she was outside in the garden so I turn to my Brother and told him what had just happened. While my Father and I were over at the garage, my Brother was calling out for my Mother but apparently she was outside and as he moved through the kitchen area he was looking across the room where there is a large bay window. He said that he was about 8 feet away from the window and he watched one of the chairs move by itself only to be reinforced by the sound a chair makes when dragged across a tile floor. All 3 events happened on the same day, to 3 different members of the house within 3 to 4 hours in between each event. The experience I had with the chase lounge was strangely similar to an event that happened to me years earlier and if I compare the 2 events, it's obvious to me that the spirit is telling me that it's the same spirit that knocked on the floor twice. And since I'm speculating on these 2 different events and tying them together, I might as well add the fact (Although a different subject) I had to start another blog because I could not access the original blog that I started on this whole subject. I started a diary when all these un-explainable events started to happen. After a month or two of consistent activity I started keeping the diary online in blog form. Today, I went to post a new post and the blog no longer belonged to me. It doesn't belong to anyone apparently and I could not access it, it's archives or it's comments, so this blog is a part II to the original blog which was titled; Noises All Around Me and/or noisesallaroundme.blogspot.com. I think that in itself is a bit weird, after 6 years of writing a blog and keeping maintenance for it, all of a sudden I'm denied access. The other 2 blogs I have for poetry were listed on Blogger and I haven't written anything on those 2 blogs in 4 years but I could still access them, strange huh?