So I guess I'll start this story at the beginning. Seems like the appropriate place to start. I grew up in the lower Westchester County in New York. A town called Yonkers. Right on the Bronx border of New York City. My circle of friends were I guess what you would call 'metal heads'. Prominently Thrash/Death metal. We would take the Subway to see Slayer, Anthrax, Possessed, etc. at L'amours and the Ritz every weekend. We would hang out in this place called Untermyer Park, where the Son of Sam David Berkowitz and his buddies would hang out. My high School was also on this vast campus once known as the Wartburg Estate, where we would cut class, and venture in to the woods to do what high school kids do at the 'Water Tower'. It basically looked like a medieval castle in the middle of the woods. There was also a pentagram painted on the middle of the floor. And it was a real one. Not by drunken teenagers. It was real. I was well read in the occult by that point, and I knew what it was. I would go downtown to 21st. Street to buy Crowley books and what not, and it was the real thing. Later I would learn it was the Son of Sam people, but that's another story. I'm just trying to give you my back ground. Now I guess I'll start this story. It's a bit of a doozy. So after I graduated I got accepted to a college in the Boston area. A little satellite town. I eventually met a girl, beautiful tall blonde. She was a local and still lived at home, in a town called Dover. It was actually the home of the 'Dover Demon' in the 1980's. People claimed to see it on the deserted byways back then. Her family was so prominent that the street she lived on was named after her moms maiden name. The house was a vast old New England colonial. Her parents were very accepting of me, besides the fact her dad was very religious and we sometimes butted heads on the subject. But we both shared a love of playing guitar, so we did have that to bond with.
This progressed, and the first time we were intimate I noticed she had a third nipple. A little third nipple a couple of inches beneath her left breast. Now, being somewhat schooled on the subject, I knew that was the sign of the Witch. The third nipple is the one that demons and imps supple on. “You have a third nipple, that's the sign of the Witch.” I said. “Yeah, I know, my aunt is a Witch.” she replied. That got me a bit excited. I was always fascinated with the Salem trials and all that. The whole New England Witch thing. “So, she's for real?” I asked. “Oh yeah. For real.” She said. “So, can I maybe talk to her?” I asked again. “Well, she doesn't really talk anymore. Something is wrong with her and they can't diagnose it.” She seemed perplexed. “Do you practice?” I inquired. Very curious. “I try not to anymore”. She said. And I left it at that. For a wile.
So during the Summer I returned to New York. I would travel up to Boston to see her. Her parents realized were were in love, as did mine, and we'd travel back and forth to see each other. I'd sleep in her bed and she would sleep in mine. It was fucking bliss. I remember seeing Lollapalooza at Great Woods that Summer. Ministry was amazing. I was 21 and had a woman that I loved, music was still good, and all was perfect. Until the shit started.
It was a Saturday night in August. We had plans to meet up at her house around 9 PM, as I was working and had to leave from there. The whole three hour drive I had a real creepy felling. Like someone was walking over my grave. But I just cranked the music and kept on driving. I just wanted to see my girl. And around 9:15, I did.
Normally I would ring the front door bell and she would answer. I ringed several times and no response. I also noticed a couple of extra cars perked in the drive way, so I figured she had some friends over. We still partied hard in those days, and thought she was in the back drinking with friends. So I went around back, checked the back door, and it was open.
The first thing I saw was the ouija board. Dancing like a ballerina. I knew that was bad. The second thing was her eyes all white up in her skull, and she was in a trance. The third was four other women, two older and two younger. I knew the two younger ones, her friends, but I never saw the older ones before. I wondered if one of them was her aunt, but soon discovered it wasn't. “You're piece of meat is here. The Semetic. Though he is lovely.” One of the older ones said. “I see how you lust for him.” Said the other. The two younger ones just looked away in guilt. “Though he did walk where Jesus walked.” Said the first. Which was true. I did walk that in Jerusalem. “Perhaps he should have died there too.” Said the second. So now, is when I freaked. “What the fuck is going on here?” I screamed. Like I didn't already know. “And who the fuck are you two? And how dare you speak to me like that?” At that moment my girl snapped out of the trance. “****, is that you?” she said. “Yes, it's me. What have you done?” At that moment every one literally ran out of the room. I heard cars starting. She started sobbing. “I don't know.” She stated. “Did you mention my name?” I asked. I knew the answer already. “I might have. I get into trances.” “Who were those old bitches?” I was livid. “Friends of my aunt.” She tearfully replied. So now begins when I met the aunt. I made her soak the ouija board in salt and burned it. I won't be in a house with one of those things in it. So the next day we went to our favorite Brunch place. After enjoying Eggs Benidict and a few Bloody Mary's we made our way out. And there she was. Aunt Pit.
She was in a wheelchair escorted by a care giver. She didn't look well. Once she saw my girl she freaked and started to mumble something in the middle of the restaurant. They hugged each other, and then her eyes fixed on me. The woman was in the middle of some fucked up undiagnosable illness. But when we locked eyes, I heard, “It will find you”. Great brunch. If it was 'he' or 'she' will find you would have been a lot better. So when we get home, I asked. “Has anyone ever died in this house?” 'Um, yeah, my Uncle died of pneumonia.” “Where?” I asked. “In my room.” She said. We went to sleep. She had to wake up for work the next day. I slept in. It was a really hot morning in New England. I remember I was sleeping on my stomach. Now, I've had sleep paralysis, but only when I slept on my back when I napped. This thing went way beyond that. I was about to wake up, and I heard breathing. Really heavy breathing. Then the hands around my throat. And weight on my back. And I heard the breathing. But it spoke. Out of 1000 dirty lungs it spoke - “Go back to New York Jew Boy”. Now not only was this offensive and racist, but I'm technically half Jewish and Protestant. Bastard didn't even knew what I was. But I was beginning to figure out what it was. So a few nights later I was alone in the house. I was watching TV. Then I heard. “ Hi Sssss.” It whispered in my ear. I've stuttered all my life, and that pissed me off. My first name begins with a 'S'. I knew it was for real. I was sober as a Judge. “ Go fuck yourself motherfucker!” I yelled. “Give me your name!” I demanded. “My name cannot be spoken Kike. And as I've seen your family die in the Second War, I will see you die too” I had family die in Concentration Camps. I was livid. “Fuck you!” I screamed without almost throwing up.
That's when time and all conscience left me as I ever knew it. The room became lopsided. Everything looked burned. There were burn marks everywhere. I felt like I had to vomit, I smelled liked burnt flesh. And I couldn't see correctly. It felt like a bad LSD trip. They had a cat named Mustard, and it came into the room, with glowing eyes. Staring at me. Normally, cats would run away from this shit, but it was stalking me. Then I heard the commotion upstairs. First was the rocking chair. I know it's a cliche, but there was one in the attic. At first it rocked slowly, but it got faster. Then as I was about to run to my car, I heard the music. I later found out it was 'Deutshland Erwache'. So I'm now frozen. How was this music playing? I didn't know entity’s had boom boxes. Immediately I regained my wits, and knew it was time to bolt. The foot steps coming down the stairs was a good sign too. I ran. The cat even took a swipe at me. But I jumped over the little bastard and bolted for the door. It was winter in New England, and the driveway was basically a sheet of ice. I made it out only to slip and bust my ass. And I still heard the foot steps becoming louder. It sounded like a fucking army. I was in a fair amount of pain, but I got up. The foot steps were at the door, and I got up to face whatever this thing was. Then the headlights lit up the drive way. It was my girl coming home from work. I jumped into the passenger seat. “Um, I don't think we should go in there” I said. “Why? Whats wrong?” She could see the concern in my face. “Um, there's something in there.” “What?” She asked. That’s when I saw the silhouette of something staring at us from upstairs. “That!” I yelled, and pointed to. “ I don't see anything.” She replied. “ You don't see that?” “ No, I don't.” And then it was gone. I told her what happened, and I begged her to come with me to New York, but she had to work the next day. “ Oh, that's just Uncle Ritch messing with you, don't mind him. He's harmless.” I knew quite well that it wasn't only uncle fuckin' Ritch. “ Please come inside, I need you.” So I did whatever any man would do. I wasn't going to leave her alone in that house. So I went back in. It was totally quiet. Too quiet. No hum from the refrigerator, nothing. The heat was off. After we manually ignited the heat, and checked the fuses, we went upstairs. “ So who's Uncle Ritch?” I asked. “ Not the nicest person. He still likes to play jokes.” “ And those two old bags that were here?” “ Friends of him and my Aunts, I don't see them anymore.” I hesitated, Then asked. “ Was he a Nazi?” I awaited the answer. She looked away. Her head fell down. “ Yes, he was.” She began sobbing.
“ He was part of Hitler's Occult division. He murdered a British solider, stole his identity, and moved here. All animals recoiled from him, he spent most of his days in Roadhouses, trying to pick up young girls. And he smoked three packs a day. He eventually got emphysema. But him and my Aunt supposedly could summon Lucifuege in five minutes. And Belial was another favorite.” I was freaked. Then I heard her parents come home. And I was somewhat relieved. I tried to comfort her. “ I'm sorry, I promise he can't hurt you.” She wept. But then he did. I felt a slap on my left cheek. Then hands around my neck. “ Leave him alone!” She screamed. But then there was something else in the room. All I remember is the smell of burning flesh, wood, and sulfur. And then I saw it. It wasn't a hideous, deformed, demonic creature of any sort. It looked like a Angel. The most handsome man I had ever seen. And then it pounced on her. I saw her neck being compressed, this thing was choking her. Then the sound of her parents coming up the stairs. I knew her dad was the religious type, and I needed him now. I was able to scream his name, and this is what happened - First of all, I'd like to state that I don't fully understand what happened here, but it worked. Instead of her dad busting in with holy water and Bible scriptures, he came in with rage. “ Leave them alone! They love each other! God damn it! Get the fuck out of here! You and you're hatred and deceit! You never loved! And never will! So fuck off and leave them alone! All you know is how to destroy! But we choose to love and create. I revoke all license to my house!” And then the room calmed. We all cried for a wile.
After staying up all night, she went to work and I slept. I dreamed of far away lands, and Angels guiding my way. I also dreamed about our wedding some day. So nothing occurred after that. Though she did come to my house in New York a lot more after that. We stayed together for six more years, but unfortunately we did break up. We still do talk, but not about this. She's been in and out of Mental Institutions and hospitals a lot lately.
But I still do love her. And always will. I live in Southern California now. And have some other stories I'll share later. I can answer all questions between 6PM and 2AM PCT. Thanks for listening
Submitted July 28, 2016 at 06:00AM by sconni666 http://ift.tt/2acKHmP nosleep
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