…I fell asleep, as usual, to the sound of the 11:18 heavy footsteps. I only remember bits and pieces of my dream that took place in a great farmhouse perched upon a ridge bounded by water and distant mountains–the pattern of a Persian rug or shafts of sunlight through an orange tree swaying in the breeze. However, I find that I have been marked with a singular vision that I fear will presage things to come….
…We have always heard and had lights flicker but we recently started using a app called randonautica. Since we have started having the craziest stuff happen. We are constantly watching things be moved and thrown around. Then they like to hide our stuff….
…As i got older, I’d go by myself further down the road, just to get out of the house and be alone. It was around this time that i started biking by The Church. It was old, dark, and almost completely hidden by the trees. But if I biked by at night, the windows would always be lit….
…Then I looked up and saw the same glittering orb thing fly into my window curtain. The way it appeared and disappeared was just like seeing a shooting star. It just comes into existence, seemingly, then fades away….
…We both saw the fireflies grouped into a tall humanoid shape – taller than a shed – and it slowly walked across the lawn and stepped over the fence into our yard….
I have had visions all my life but they exploded in regularity once I moved to Wenatchee. There is a lot of spiritual activity, all kinds of dead folk from various times and cultures, animal spirits, land spirits, etc. All normal and expected. The ones that have made me pause, though….
Street lights will constantly turn off as you get near which I hate because I walk my dog at midnight every night and it happens everytime, multiple complaints have been made but PGE said the lights are brand new and in perfect condition, now this could be a fuse yes but it could also very well be the result of some paranormal activity due to the torture patients were put through during the asylums being.
…This story is about a character who’s name I won’t use, because speaking his name or typing it usually causes him to pop up and try to contact me in some way. It has happened, almost without fail, for all the time I’ve known him. I’ll tell a story about him, or mention his name, and suddenly I will receive a text message or phone call from him. It’s not that I never want to see him again, but rather that he’s the type of chaotic crazy that belongs in a long-closed chapter of my life. For my purposes here, I’ll simply call him the Captain….
…That night though, I have a dream of being approached by said buck while squatted in a garden. This dream-deer wouldn’t stop slowly getting closer and closer, until the only way I could keep him at arms length was by grabbing hold of one of his antlers. I woke up confused as to why I saw this deer as a threat. Couple of days later Im walking home from school and BAM I see in a bio-swell off of a fairly well trafficked road, a dead buck….
…One night I’m sleeping and suddenly I wake up, middle of the night, it was pitch black… my CPAP machine humming in the background. And next to me lying totally still, I hear this chanting. “Ahuiateteo… help us please- Ahuiateteo… help me please.” My wife was chanting in the dark, she was praying to some unknown god in her sleep. I sit upright and focus so I could try to figure out what she was saying….