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Post by markw on Sept 24, 2017 14:51:45 GMT -5
Jane, Sorry for the delay in answering, I've been traveling lately and work has been really rough. I think it was her that visited my hotel near the end of August and she may have been back again just last week. I was in Germany in an apartment I rented for the ten days I was there, and the old moving things around was happening nearly every day. Doors closing and then later opening, finding cabinet doors open, that kind of thing. Was what she used to do a long time ago. I didn't think about her at all until the first event happened, then it was impossible not to think about it. As I haven't continued on with the whole story, I think I left off in 2011 or so and she was pretty constant until the late summer of 2014. I had seen her again when I was in Romania, and a couple days later I was in an accident, broke my back. I healed fairly well, it just took time and I had not thought of her or had any contact until January or so of this year. I clean the house as she taught me every year, and nothing has happened here at all in quite a while.. but it started again while I was away for work in January and February which triggered me to write about it. And yes, I do think that thinking about her then leads to her visits, sure seems that way. For quite a while back in 2011-2012 I was thinking too much about her, was no way not to when she was so in my life so much - these were not events I could just dismiss and not think about. I have not seen her since August 2014 though, just have these things happen like they used to in the 80s and early 90s like she is reminding me that she is still there.
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Post by markw on Sept 3, 2017 17:42:35 GMT -5
Demdike; I didn't and still don't know how to explain a lot of this really so people will understand. Sue terrified me, seeing her in mirrors or windows and knowing that she was right there.. the cliché of your hair standing up and your blood turning to ice is close but not really enough. She was in my hotel room in Germany just last week, at least it felt like her - the lights when on and off a couple times, and she opened some cabinets in the bathroom but she didn't show herself or talk.. and that fear was right there. An instant chill and you immediately freeze and wish you could run. I wish I could write, I would have written a book about this. Fiction based on a true story.. I don't know if I can make a novel about it, this happened over such a long period of time and my experiences changed as we both changed.
For quite a while I saw her as a burden, that is a good word for how it felt, but then when she saved me (or I used her to save myself) that thought of her being a burden faded. Her bothering others, the possessions of Natanya and others later, did make me regret ever calling her.. coming after or to me was one thing but bothering or maybe hurting others was another. I have lived with it, still do, and as long as she continues not bothering others I am fine with it.
I would like to research where she came from, but when time goes by without visits I tend to avoid any thoughts of her as much as possible. But as she just visited again and here I am discussing her, I might as well!
Peace to you and yours as well! Mark
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Post by markw on Sept 3, 2017 17:10:24 GMT -5
It did take a change, and that may have been my desire to put an end to her being able to come into my house. I had older children that were scared of the noises in the house; knocks, glasses moving (clink, clink, in the kitchen with no one there),giggles, etc. and at that time she was also out in public, that she was not just 'mine' anymore but interacting with others, and the fear of her being jealous and going after my family was very real to me. I don't believe that it is only through Jesus that we can be saved; I think good people are good people no matter who they pray or don't pray to.. but it may be that some of the things that haunt us do have to listen to something that may also be seen as supernatural. That first time I did the cleansing bit it did seem to work for quite a while even if that may have just been a mind over matter thing, but eventually Sue and maybe another did come back in the house. I never added the next part of my experiences, I'll find the time soon though.
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Post by markw on Sept 3, 2017 16:38:34 GMT -5
Demdike: I do think that she more than likes me. I if you read on through the other parts of my experiences (and there is more that I have not written yet) you will see that. She told me that she doesn't know if she is capable of love, but during that period she was sure acting like she did. She has been an important part of my life, no doubt - besides the fact that she saved my life more than once. Sometimes I looked forward to the thrill of her being there, but in the early days she really scared me.. and even later on most times I was hardly calm. My wife and kids were and are terrified of her, they avoid the subject completely and as she does not make herself known to them anymore the subject rarely comes up. I still have the original Ouija board that we used the very first time she appeared, but it does not come in to the house - my wife forbids it. I thought about burning it but I can't - what if that is the key to her and some day I want to call her again? She used to come when I just called her, no need for the board or anything else, so I don't know - but I also don't want to risk it.
I never fought the dreams, feelings, 'visions' if you will, and like my mother there have been many times when I know what will happen before it does. There are times when a deja vu is so strong I know what people will say, what they will do, what will happen.. sometimes I just stop to 'remember' the outcome and then either change it or not depending. So I would say I embraced it a long time ago! I'll have to look back through the parts I wrote on here and what is in my diary that I have not shared to see if I entered all the main dreams, but really there were so many involving Sue that I never wrote down.. unless they were odd, involved the future, or were the ones that saved my life.
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Post by markw on Jul 25, 2017 17:31:44 GMT -5
I took a break from sharing the next part of my story for a few reasons. The level of intensity and the things that happened were hard for me to deal with, then as well as now. I had a hard time deciding to put this out there, knowing people will not understand and probably just straight doubt everything I say. Bumps in the night, glasses moving, cold spots, shadows.. minor inconveniences that looking back were calm events compared. As I mentioned in a post after Part 4, the type of events changed after the 18 year absence between 1992 and 2010. At least in part. She did still come into my dreams and helped me, and she also came into my dreams at times trying to seduce me. But she had become stronger. Much stronger. She was mischievous in public when prior it was only in my home. She appeared in physical form that others saw. Then she started and held conversations with me; I am not sure if sometimes I was sleeping or not, others for sure I was not. It’s hard to explain. After I saw her in the hotel bar that night, she came to me in what I think was a dream. The problem was that when I woke up, my notebook was out and everything she said plus some of my comments after were written down in my handwriting, like I had been awake and she was there with me for real. This is from my diary (I added in the “dream, reality.. when I woke up.. afterwards): ----------- 10 Jan 2011, Beersheva, Israel Dream? Reality? Mixed? When I woke up this was written on paper in my handwriting:
“ Write this so you remember, tell my story if you must, keep it to yourself if you must, care for me, love me, if you can. You think you made it, that telling her about the danger has stopped it from happening.. Believe me, my love, when I tell you that it is not over. There are those that want your children, the ones you love more than anything. Just like they tried to get you many times when you were younger, but we stopped them. If they cannot have the older one, they will take the younger, or your wife, but they will not stop trying to get the one. And they will have her unless you are lucky. They influence so many, some that have been very close to her, some she likes or are her friends, and others she doesn’t know yet – they don’t exist to her - but they are waiting until the time is right. If she is not pure of heart, if she doesn’t stay vigilant, if she forgets the warnings you gave or does not heed those you give in the future – like the one you gave her this past summer – they will win. Maybe this year, next summer, next year at the latest – they will lay temptation at her door and she will walk through it. Like Eve she will follow the serpent to damnation. It is not clear that they will do as they had planned, I think not, but now the dark ones have clouded their ways. It may be that she will turn against you, or they will turn her into what you despise most: the whore that will break your heart and will, that will push you over the edge you have been riding.
Do you realize that there are very few true lights left? Most of the world has darkened and the word is ignored. Your light was also dimmed for some time, both by the dark one and by me, but it never went out. He hates that, but has forgotten you for a long time. He tempted you when you were weak many years ago with real flesh, and you came through without shame or sin, even though your wife does not believe it. It was then my job to tempt you, and again you were strong. I had to trap you in your dreams to get you to bend to me, to get you to give me what I wanted, what I needed, what he thought would be your end. But then the true one came forth, and light came into our boy, the dark one’s attention followed - leaving you safe. For years you have been forgotten. But then your dark thoughts, thoughts of despair, hatred, anger, temptations and doubt, thoughts of suicide, strangely mixed with pure happiness – you do not know how bright that shines nowadays – but he noticed both the dark and the light. I told you his plans, what was going to happen if not changed. You believed, she listened, and destiny was delayed. Not stopped, just delayed. As long as he wants you, yours are in danger. I have come to you twice this year, now thrice, and he has taken note.. he knows what we did so long ago. If he cannot corrupt you he will corrupt her. Our child soars with the angels, and he wishes to take yours to hell with him in return – and get you to go along for the ride.
When you were young you called me from the darkness. I have walked the earth since and have experienced many things. I see much darkness in the hearts and minds of men; so much greed, hate, envy, gluttony, complete loss of morals, no respect for others or the laws of light. The dark one has his hands in the hearts of most people, especially the young through everything they see and hear, causing the blatant destruction of all of god’s laws through the many temptations of flesh and false love, the need to impress others, to have, to lie, to cheat, steal, even kill. But I want to walk in the sun. I want the world to see how wrong they are, that they are all doomed unless they too can open their eyes. Do not get me wrong, I am not an angel. Not in His eyes, not yet, probably never. But I do not like the way the world is, how many ‘free’ people act, but that does not make me a saint either. You know me better than that. I terrorized you and those you love. I haunted your house and your dreams, and I had fun scaring you. Then I walked through you and felt your heat, I felt your soul, and I was lost……. I cannot love, at least I don’t think so, but if I can – I have loved you since that night we stood together. Time means nothing to me in the sense that I have all the time I want, but eternity is a long time – and it feels like an eternity since the night I finally had my way in your dreams. I relished that night, gloated in my success, but then when I saw our son shine.. and realized what I may have done. I prayed that I had not damned you, that your response to me would not be seen as adultery, a sin, a path taking you to hell itself. You still shine my love, so I think you are fine in His eyes.
I have spoken enough, as you have always suspected it is not easy to maintain a physical form or create sounds that can be heard on your side, and I do not have the energy to keep going. I will come back soon. It takes less energy to use someone, to sort of enter them, and I may be able to stay longer. Someday I will stand toe to toe with you and be able to touch your hand on that side of the curtain.
Love me if you can… Clean the house again… (THESE WERE NOT CLEAR)
WOW! She faded out. Need to rest my hand.
She’s was here sitting right in front of me and told me to write her words. She spoke slow enough, even repeated phrases so I could catch them. She was not really solid, sort of like a shadow that cleared to near perfection and then faded. I have shared time and space with her, shared dreamscapes with her, but this was so different. She was nice, soft-spoken (even if her accent was odd). I wrote you and your, while she said ye, thy, thine, etc.. She looks exactly like the first time! Still 25 years old or so – exactly as she was 35 years ago. The last two phrases weren’t clear. I’m pretty sure of the first, the second may not be right.” -------- I woke up at 0500 & thought this had been a dream.. but the pages are here. I’m losing it, had to have done this in my sleep somehow, but I did dream this!! Do I tell Sherry, or will she freak? I don’t want to scare her.. she says she is seeing a shadow, and someone walking on the stairs.. need to exorcize the house again (CLEAN THE HOUSE AGAIN??). ------------------
Now, I’m looking back on this 6 ½ years later. My daughter is still here and fine, nothing too bad has happened yet. She did meet up with her current boyfriend/now fiancé a year later, and then there was a physical attack against both of my daughters in the house about a year and a half later They were not touched however, just scared, and in the end they were fine. I’ll get to that event eventually. Her speech seems like a pep talk to get me out of the rut I was in at the time, to get me away from straying. I have to be honest that I was thinking about the many temptations the world presents, especially a man out on his own in various countries, and her words did get me to think about the consequences. She has spoken in my dreams before, but never like this. I left some things in that I am not willing to discuss, but did not want to edit anything from the notebook pages that I found that morning.
The next night I was in my room at a hotel in Tel Aviv and she came back. One of the questions is in relation to an event at home in Italy in November 2010 that I wrote about in Part 4. My wife was upstairs and saw our oldest daughter walk into the bathroom. 15-20 minutes later she wondered what our daughter was doing and knocked on the door and the room was empty. My daughter was not even home at the time. 'M' is me and 'S' is Sue. "Cleaning the house" is about a method Sue taught me the year before to keep ghosts and spirits out of the house
From my diary: --------------------- Jan 2011 The next night.. Tel Aviv, Israel I had just got back into the room after dinner and was on the bed watching TV when I heard noises in the bathroom. The usual response; hair on me arms rise, feel panic.. Me: Who is there? Sue: I came to see you, to hear you. M: Can you come out, or shall I come there? S: No, stay where you are and we can talk. M: Can I ask you questions? S: Okay, but I may not answer. M: Who are you? S: No. M: You can’t answer, or you don’t know? S: Just no, ask something else. M: Was that you in my house that my wife saw? S: No, it was the other. M: Who? S: It can look like anyone or anything.. shapeshifter.. it took your daughter’s shape, it sometimes takes my shape. M: Can I tell the difference? S: No. Not even you up close. Maybe if you get it to talk. M: How do I know this is ‘you’? S: You don’t. It lies. I do too but not always. M: Can I stop it? S: Clean the house better, you did it once. M: Will this stop you too? S: Yes. It stops all of us, do it better. You need to believe it works, and you don’t. M: Will it keep us safe? S: No – but at least they can’t come in the house. It will keep them out of your dreams too, and those of everyone else in the house. This is important. Pray well and pray often, keep the word in your heart and they have no sway over you. M: And you… S: Yes, I will be blocked from your home too, and your dreams. I will find you here, or elsewhere when you travel. I will contact you somehow, and someday I will have flesh and knock on the door to your room. M: Are my daughters safe? Or will they be after I clean the house? S: In the house, yes.. but even then only if they chose to be. The word must be in them as well or it matters not. Nothing can bother them in the house unless they call it or through their deeds and thoughts cancel your prayers. Always remember: free will.. if one chooses to break the laws of light, that one allows the dark one in to their lives. M: Is there anything I can do to make things ‘right / normal’? S: This is normal. The battle occurs everywhere, it’s only that you know of it because of me. You cannot change the past, your thoughts and deeds led you down your path. You made mistakes, and like most humans no one warned you of the dangers. The thoughts and deeds of your children will lead them down their own paths. Warn them of the dangers and it may help. M: Why do you come at night but not in the day? S: As I have said before, the light is for those of the light, not those of the dark. Those that have passed or were never alive are not of the light and cannot stand in its glory. There are those that can, but not many and not for long. M: You said I can tell your story, you mean our story? How I called you, the hauntings, the things that happened over the years? Is there more you can give me – your real story, who you really are/were? S: Yes, our story. Maybe someday I can tell you mine. M: What do you want from me? S: Good question. M: Sue, what do you want? No answer M: Are you there? No answer I get up and after a few moments walk into the bathroom. No one is there and she doesn’t come back that trip. ----------------- So there is another that came into the house, at least that is what she wants me to believe. Her statement: “ you, like most humans “ could mean that maybe she never was human, or was just a way of saying all humans that included herself. Not much help, I need to write down all the questions I have so next time I won’t just panic and forget the important things. She won’t say what she is though, or who.
The next day I went back to Italy.
Next day, January 2011, Vicenza I prayed as often and as deep as I could. I prayed over the water, oil and sand that I still had, asking the lord to change the mixture into the blood of Christ. I then went room to room, starting in my room and working my way through every space in the house, placing water on every door, every window, every wall, every ceiling, every floor, and saying the necessary prayers to keep spirits and demons out. Once the house was done, I did it again.
Late August 2011, Vicenza Dream Dreamed of walking in a fog, lost, nothing to see in any direction. No lights, no shadows, just fog. Then a voice, “ this way”, “closer”, “come on, follow me”. The voice was hers, a deep, husky voice with a taste of Scottish-like accent to it, but just barely – Sue back in my dreams somehow. I walked towards where I thought the voice was coming from.. “Keep coming my love, in just a few days you will be near and we will be together.” I woke up.
Sep 5 2011, Beersheva, Israel Real Event – possible dream She came to me in the body of the maid that had helped me when I was here with a broken hand last year. I thought it was just the maid at first, seeing how I was doing so I opened the door. She just stood there & I was confused at first, didn’t know if I should ask her in or what to say to her. Her words changed all that: “Hey babe, we’re out of the fog finally”. The real maid barely spoke English & for sure not in this manner.. this was Sue, no doubt. I shut the door in her face, and she begged me to let her in; “Please Mark, this is not easy for me, let me in this once. We must talk.” I told her she could come into my hotel room, never my house, and opened the door. She (the maid) came in and sat on the chair next to the bed, I sat on the bed, and she kept touching everything around her. We talked for a few about what she was feeling, the sensations of touch and taste that a human feels.. but what was scary – exciting? – was that this made me wonder who had really helped me the year before, the maid or her possessed by Sue? Here she was sitting right in front of me, this was real, no way a dream as I hadn’t even come close to laying down yet, her sitting in a chair in front of me while I sat on the bed. She kept reaching out and touching my knee, my hand, my face.. & smiling. I wanted to flinch, to pull back but I was too scared to move. Not scared like this was a monster in front of me or something bad/evil, but that this was a beautiful woman in my room that was getting pleasure by touching me.. I was so confused by this, even more so by the thought that this was a ghost that was doing it. I tried to be calm and asked her what she wanted, why she was possessing the maid to get to me. She stopped and looked at me for a moment or two, then sighed. “Guess I should come right out and tell you. I want to feel loved, to feel that I am cared for, at least for a day – even for just a few hours. I want to feel your hands on me, your arms around me, I want to see and feel that you care for me – ME. Is that so bad? I’ve scared so many for so long, like I used to with you. I know your still scared, but it’s not horror with you anymore, you’re not revolted by me, you are just afraid of caring for me as a woman. You don’t close your mind to me anymore, in fact you even invite me in. I’ve seen you grow from the scared and wild boy that called me from the dark, through some fun and some nasty times, & now into a man that is really at peace with himself. You are wonderful and with heart, a real heart. You care about things, about people. Your love for your oldest girl is so strong – pure. And your young one, love me half as much as you love her.. I want just a piece of that. To experience a hug with love like you give to her, like she gives to you ~ I’d sell my soul.” I asked her if what she had said back in January was still true, that they (whoever ‘they’ were) were after my soul, and would bring harm to my daughters as punishment to me. She answered somewhat oddly.. “They wish to take an offspring of yours, but I will do anything I can to save those that you love so much. As long as they do not turn to the dark one, and stay in the light, the two that stay with you now are safe.” She wouldn’t answer anything else about it. I asked her if she could come alone, without the girl she was in, like she did in the hotel bar when I took her picture.. and she asked me why. I said that as it was when I looked at her now I saw the maid, not her. If I tried to touch her, I was touching the maid, not her. I told her that I would hold her, I would hug her, but it had to be her and not someone she was using like clothes. She agreed but said she didn’t know if she could feel anything at all in her true form. But when she was in someone as she was now – she really felt things. “ But you will hold me… Mark that is..” A tear ran down her cheek and she looked at me. The poor girl, I felt so sorry for her, but what could I do? What was right? I brought her into this world so many years ago just trying to impress my cousin, and here it is 36 years later and I still don’t know what to do about it. She smiled and said; “you do care”. And then her eyes sort of blinked / twitched and she shook her head. She stood up quickly, looked at me, and ran off a stream of Hebrew. I held my hands out, sat her back down, and calmly told her that everything was okay, that I had found her walking, dizzy, head spinning, and sat her down.. “Are you okay?” She said “Yes, thank you sir” and tried to stand up. Her eyes rolled and she sat back down. “My head move, but I am okay fine, please help”. I helped her up, in just a moment she was steady and herself again, and she left the room.
WOW!!! Possession!! Sue had possessed her and talked to me like a real person. Not in a dream, but for real. God where is this going?
After I wrote everything in my diary I laid down and watched some soccer. I think I was just starting to nod off when a shadow passed in front of the TV. I sat up & the shadow was in the corner – at least towards the corner of the room. It flowed/moved back and forth for a second or two & then faded away. And the TV went off. I don’t know how I didn’t scream it shocked me so bad, raising the hair on my arms and a chill down my back. I was just reaching for the remote when the TV came back on. I tried to remain calm but it was hard. I said something like, “ Sue, it’s okay. Be calm. I know you are here and you can stay. Don’t be mad if you cannot be solid right now. Just lay with me, sleep with me, stay with me, watch over me while I sleep. Maybe later you will have more strength.” I lay back down and turned the lights and TV off. After a bit I dozed off. I woke up a short time later because it was so cold. I pulled up the blanket & covered up, and immediately felt a weight come off the bed. I could barely see anything in the room it was so dark, but I could see the curtains/drapes move by the window for a moment. That stopped and for a second there was silence. Then the door to the bathroom opened and something fell on the floor in there. I asked her to stop & come talk to me. Nothing. Then I felt someone get into bed, but still it was too dark to see anything. I started to reach for the light when her familiar voice said, “no light.. if you wish to sleep I will follow you there, if you wish to stay awake, I am here too.” In that same husky, wonderfully haunting, voice. I tried to relax but my heart was beating like a thousand beats a minute. Through the blanket I felt a hand, it rested on my shoulder. Things got out of hand, but I won’t go into any details. Eventually she hugged me tight.. and then she was gone, disappeared. I got up and went into the bathroom. I found my razor on the floor, guess that was what she had knocked down. Back in the bedroom I turned on the light, the bed was a disaster, but there was no sign of her. I lay down and stared at the ceiling for a moment and then got out my dairy & wrote this down. I need to get to sleep as I need to get up to go to work early.. What happened to the time? The maid came in right after dinner, maybe 9:30, now its 3AM.. What happened to the time?
6 & 7 Sept nothing 8 Sept 2011 Beersheva Real Event Short, quick, but she was here again. I was sitting at the bar in Black’s with Natanya (The ex-girlfriend of a friend of mine) just having a beer & talking. At a certain point her eyes pinched shut for a second then opened, she looked confused and reached her hand out and placed in on my arm, rubbing for a moment and then moved it to my leg. She looked stiff & confused.. leaned into me and kissed me on the lips.. her eyes were scared though. She leaned back & pinched her eyes shut again.. She immediately stammered an apology & started to get up. I stopped her and told her that it was okay, the kiss was unexpected but that was it, we were just friends and a small kiss didn’t change anything. I asked her why she was leaving, and she said; “ I don’t know why I kissed you, or why I touched you, but I couldn’t stop it either.. it was like I was just sitting there watching… I have to go, I am so sorry Mark, I really didn’t mean to do that.” I grabbed her hands & coaxed her back into her chair, telling her to relax. We had to discuss this at some point or never see each other again.. there would always be this in the middle no matter what. I suspected maybe Sue had a hand in this so I asked her what she had felt.. “a cold pin in the back of my head, like a pointed ice cube, and then I was just there watching what my body did. Watching it move but not moving it, I couldn’t stop it.” I held her hand and asked her if she wanted to know what had done it.. “You know? Yes, I want to know.” We moved to a private table and ordered another beer, and then I told her the story of Sue. Throughout the story there was belief, non-belief, wonder, worry, fear, sorrow, anger, tenderness, in her eyes as the story went on. I told her everything, everything.. (not all the details of every event but enough so she got the heart and emotions of it). When I was done she sat there and then all she could say was that she was scared, not so much for herself since as soon as she walked away from me there was no danger to her, but for me. She held me tight & I held her, like brother/sister good friends that had been through something together. Then all of the sudden she grabbed me and kissed me hard. Then she pulled back and smiled. “That was me, not your damned ghost! Be done with her Mark, one way or another. She wanted to screw you and she did.,. what else can she want?” I had no answer for that. To change the subject we talked about politics, government, business, housing, costs, etc.. but after a bit we stopped and looked at each other for a minute… and burst out laughing. When we could stop she asked what I thought about Sue, what were my feelings.. I had never stopped to think about it really. I told Natanya what I thought. I had been scared by her and of her for a long time, was in awe of her, in wonder when she came as well as afraid. But when she was in my dreams she was different, she was like a friend that wanted to help. She saved my life more than once so she obviously cared. She had seduced me a long time ago in a dream (or was it real?) and has shown that she really cares. She told me how to clean the house, to keep spirits out which included herself! She cares for me and for my family. I have felt her anger and it burns. I have felt her passion & it burns even hotter. She cried when she realized that I do care, that I don’t hate her, and she has touched my heart. And I did not back away in fear or disgust when she came to my bed. I do care for her, but not as much as I do for my family. I feel sorry for her, for her situation, and because I think of her as a sort of (a strange sort of) friend/lover.. I want to help her. Natanya and I talked for quite a while, had a few beers, laughed, told stories, and sat in wonder as a glass slid across the next table with no one touching it, and I held her hand when it stopped.. when nothing else happened I let go.. she was still shaking though so we paid and walked out. We walked around the outdoor mall for a bit, window shopping and chatting about anything that came up, until she was calm again. I apologized for her being witness to this, thanked her for listening to me, and again apologized for Sue’s actions earlier. I held her in my arms and soothed her as best I could. She said that she was okay, that she had never had such a wild & fun time before. Yes she was still scared, but hoped that Sue would see her as a friend if anything at all, and not as an enemy or competition. I hope so too, and I think Sue will leave her alone. I hailed a taxi and kissed her goodnight (on both cheeks as is custom among friends in Israel) & left for my hotel.
9 Sept 2011 Tel Aviv Real Event SMS early from Natanya: “She likes you and wants you my love, but knows that you are a friend only.” Right after that another SMS: “She is safe, nice. do not worry, I will not bother her.” After an hour I called Natanya & asked her if she had sent any messages. She didn’t remember any, but would look. She called me back after a few minutes and said there were two sent messages.. but she hadn’t sent them? She read them to me.. pausing during the first one (guess from the “She wants you”) but then seemed happy. “I guess she likes me, that’s good!” I apologized again for the situation and wished her well… “See you on your next trip Mark, we must talk again.”
It's getting late here.. I'll add the rest of 2011 tomorrow.
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Post by markw on Jul 25, 2017 16:09:02 GMT -5
I also have no intent to criticize as many events in my life are just too odd for many to believe.. many will ask how can so many different physic or paranormal events happen to one person? I know what it means to not understand the things that happen and have struggled to put things into words for people to understand.. the emotions and literal hair-raising fear can cloud your memory of the event. But at the same time I prefer to read about real events as they happened, not prettied up like a fantasy novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne: "Her piety was chilling as her dim home was often lit with candles.. His presence was like smoke.. Her boyfriend seem to alter the mist to steam.. The fear made me grab my meager belongings and flee her home." These statements leave me looking elsewhere for the answers I seek to what happened to me. I stopped telling my story as the events after the last part I wrote.. part 4?.. were of another level that I have not heard of anywhere outside of movies and some books.. involving possession and other events, so I understand completely that some things are beyond the norm and are very hard to explain. And I do not want to be doubted or criticized like I am a fake or a liar as I am sure you do not want to be either. Please tell your events as they happened and then others that maybe have been in that same place can discuss it with you.
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Post by markw on May 13, 2017 12:37:21 GMT -5
Jane, I am so glad to hear that others have seen ghosts that are as solid as a living person. Talking to them, interacting.. great to hear, really. I have always wondered if Sue is a ghost or something else - and that idea of 'something else' to me is more frightening than thinking of her as a ghost. Thank you for sharing!
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Post by markw on May 11, 2017 16:23:41 GMT -5
Sue (this ghost or whatever she is) used to be visible only in mirrors or windows, like a reflection, but you could not see her outside of the mirror. It was usually so fast, just there for a second or two, that you really didn't notice if she was a 3D form or not, and I never thought about it. When she was in our rocking chair in the bedroom she looked solid, but it wasn't lit well and was only there for a second or two. There was a little girl that saw her in Germany, my sister and cousin saw her at other times when I wasn't there, this friend that was with me, and later on (I haven't gotten past 2011 yet on here) other people saw her. My girls, now 16 and 20 years old, have never seen her that I know of, but they used to complain about the games she plays at times (moving things, making noise, playing with the tv, phones, or lights), and one time when they closed themselves in their room and whatever was in the hall was shaking the door knob trying to get in - another event not yet told on here. But I don't think they have seen her in solid form or they would have said so. When they were younger I never said anything like that Sue had been in my dreams or that I had seen her in Israel or Germany or in other places, and once I learned how I 'cleaned' the house many times to try to keep Sue and any others out. I didn't want the girls to think about her or worry; kids are easily impressionable and I didn't want them dreaming of scary things or being afraid to be in the house. Once I was able to rid the house of her, the noises and the rest stopped and time went by, they were fine and only occasionally bring up the subject. Now they have boyfriends and other things to think about so I don't ask them. I call Sue a ghost because I don't know what else to call her. I've seen her as a dark shadow low in the corner of the room, or she is invisible while moving things or when she walked right through me, as a reflection as I've mentioned, as anyone else in my dreams apparently solid, and at times solid and either blinking out (there and then not there in an instant) or fading out to transparent and then gone, or she just walks behind something and doesn't come out the other side. If it is true that ghosts are not able to look so solid.. maybe she is not a ghost but something else.
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Post by markw on May 10, 2017 15:55:21 GMT -5
Yes Kitty, she appeared as a real person and the picture showed the same. The friend that was with me had no idea that she wasn't human, or a live person however you want to think of it. Since she was so solid, and I have seen her just that solid again since then, it makes me think that maybe we see other ghosts or whatever in crowds, at parties, in clubs, on the street or any number of places and we just don't know it. Who is to say that if you take a picture of a busy discotheque at 2AM, or a concert, there isn't a ghost or two in the picture? If they can be this solid and you don't know them for what they are - you would never know.
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Post by markw on May 7, 2017 9:47:51 GMT -5
I've accepted everything that she has done for me and to me, that there is this being that has done so many different things, including other things I have not written about yet here; like the possessions that came next, conversations with her, etc. All these things, plus, happened. I called her from wherever she was over 40 years ago, that was the start as far as the interventions in my life. Where did I call her from? Where was she when she was not with me? Where is she right now? What is she? Those are the questions I have always had. Is she the spirit of someone that existed if that is possible? A type of demon or angel? Something else? I've worried about that on quite a few occasions. What is it that came into my house, into my mind, that walked into me, that has affected my life in many ways, and also took possession of people I know and others that I didn't know? This is the picture I took of her.. unfortunately the phone was an old Motorola Razor, horrible camera.
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Post by markw on May 5, 2017 17:25:33 GMT -5
As I said at the end of part 3, after we moved to Pisa in 1993 there were no more events for a long time. Nothing at all between that dream event in Sept 1992 until May 2010. Cathy and I moved to Pisa in August 1993, in 1996 our first daughter was born, let’s call her Sherry. In 2000 our second daughter Dorothy was born. We stayed in Tuscany until 2006 when we moved back to Vicenza. We moved into a new house and everything was fine. My work expanded and I started traveling more to Germany and also to Israel and Kosovo. In 2010 she came back, first in dreams and then more and more in person. Here are the main events from 2010 to the first event of 2011, taken from my diary:
May 2010 : At home in Vicenza, a dream I was walking in a shopping mall in Beersheva, Israel, and sat down in an open area to watch the people for a while. This woman was walking along one side, her face was always turned while she looked in the windows.. she got close and suddenly turned towards me. I was startled for a moment and then realized that I was not in Israel yet, so this was a dream. And it was Sue, no doubt about it. She has not changed. She sat down on the bench in front of me and looked at me for a moment. “I need to warn you Mark, it has been a long time and there are those that wish you ill. They see a weakness in your family and wish to use it to get to you. I can show you, and you can learn. Same as in the past, pay attention and the future might be changed. Or maybe not.” I asked her what she wanted with my family, and she shook her head. “Tis not me, come and I’ll show you.” We stood up and she reached out her hand. I placed my hand in hers and immediately we were outside in front of a club, a discotheque from the music coming out. The bouncer was in front of us and he was letting young people pass. We stood to the side. Then Sherry and a couple of her friends walked by and went into the disco. Sue and I followed, no one asked for anything – like they didn’t even see us. Sherry and her friends were at a table talking, and after a few minutes the two friends got up and walked away, headed to find the bathroom. Sherry was there alone. This guy walked up and asked her if she wanted to dance. She said no, but he sat down next to her anyway. He asked if he could at least get her a coke and she said okay. He walked over to the bar, got a coke, and brought it back for her. She started drinking it. I tried to grab her and tell her not to, but my hands went right through her and she did not hear my voice. It was like I was a ghost! She finished the coke and her eyes were dazed. She tried to stand up and stumbled. The guy held her up and another came out of nowhere to help him guide her out of the disco. I tried everything I could to stop them, but no one even knew I was there! They led her outside and Sue and I followed. They came to a van where another two guys were, the side door opened, and they pushed her inside. The others jumped in and the van took off. I tried to chase it but couldn’t keep up. I saw that we were in Marina di Pisa. When I stopped running Sue told me that what we saw has not happened yet, but will. She said Sherry would never be found, alive or dead. Her loss will destroy me, push me over the edge quickly, causing me to commit suicide. I begged her to show me what I can do to stop this from happening. All she said was: “Guide her, talk to her, try to get her to understand the dangers, and pray she pays attention. You know she doesn’t listen much, she thinks she knows the ways of the world. The world is about to eat her alive. She will be raped and murdered, this I promise you, unless you can get her to be careful.” She reached out to me with a tear running down her cheek. I flinched away, and woke up.
Of course the next day I told Sherry over and over to be careful, made sure she understood about date-rape drugs and the ways guys may get a girl to drink them. I told her about my dream.. and prayed.
May 2010 In Beersheva, Israel, Dream Was dreaming I was at a baseball game with Sherry and Dorothy, when a girl sat down next to me. I turned to her and saw it was Sue. When I turned the other way, the girls were gone. “It’s just a dream, love, don’t worry, they are fine. For how long may be up to you. You need to clean the house, keep the spirits out. Sand from Jerusalem or Nazareth, water from the Jordan, and oil from Galilee.. mix well and pray. Place a drop on every window, every door, every wall, floor, and ceiling, every entrance to your house. Put a drop on them as well if you can. This will make your house into a ball of light so bright no spirit or demon can come close. Use His name often while you do it, it is his blood that controls us all. This will help, maybe she will be less influenced by them, maybe she will actually listen to your warnings, maybe this will save her – and you.” I looked down at the game, felt her hand leave mine, then looked back to her – and she was gone. Before I left Israel I took a side-trip north, got sand from the outskirts of Nazareth, and water from the Jordan river. I didn’t go as far north as Galilee, but found some olive oil in a store that says it’s from there. Late May 2010 I did as Sue asked. I mixed the sand, oil, and water, and said prayers in every room – putting a drop on every opening and surface.
June 2010 in Vicenza At home alone, sitting on couch eating and watching TV. I get up from the couch and something glitters on the floor in front of the door. I walk over and see a small puddle of water. Odd, no idea how that got there.. and another one forms in front of the other one. And another, and another. They look like foot prints; in fact in a couple they have the form of a foot! The prints form one after another all the way to the area in front of the bathroom and stairs, where they stop.
Late June 2010 in Garmisch, Germany I was in the restaurant at the Edelweiss Hotel in Garmisch, eating alone. The cabinets for placing the trays were in front of me to the right. A guy walked over to the cabinet and put his tray in and turned away. He was a few paces away when his tray came flying out, overturning on the floor – and she walked out of the cabinet. She looked over at me, smiled, and walked over to another table where a man and his wife were sitting. She reached to his coke and knocked the glass over on to the floor. The wife looked at her husband and called him a clumsy idiot, and he stammered that he hadn’t touched the glass. Sue just smirked and walked over to a counter where some plates were stacked. It seemed like she wanted to knock them over too when I heard a girl say: “ No, don’t do that.” I looked for the voice and saw a young girl, maybe 12 years old, staring at Sue. Sue looked at her and them at me, and smiled. She dropped her hand and walked right into the wall, disappearing. I looked over at the girl, and she looked at me for a second. Then she turned to her parents and started to say something but her father just put his hand up and she stopped. Later that evening, when I was down in the cellar restaurant to get a burger and beer, the girl walked in. She looked around and then come over to my table. “I only have a minute, my folks’ll freak if they see me talking to you. Did you see her? I know you did, please tell me you did!” I told her that I had seen the woman, that her name was Sue and she was a pest of a ghost. The girl laughed with relief. “I see ghosts sometimes, but no one believes me. At least now I know I’m not crazy! Thanks!” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.
Nov 2010, at home in Vicenza Cathy is upstairs and sees a woman walking into the bathroom, she is positive it was Sherry. 15-20 minutes later she goes to bathroom to see why it is taking her so long, but when she opens the door the room is empty. Sherry wasn't even at home at the time.
Nov 2010, in Beersheva Israel - Dreams & Reality mixing Had a very strange set of dreams, not sure I can get this right.. After a normal night of going out to eat and reading in the room, I set the alarm at 0600 so I could eat breakfast and be on the road at 0700. Then I go to bed. When the alarm goes off I get up, shower, shave, have breakfast, brush my teeth, read for a few and at 0700 get in the car and drive out of town towards work. After a while I am cruising listening to music when all of the sudden a woman’s voice says, “Pay attention to where you are and when, the end is near”. I smell her perfume but don’t see her. I’m going up a rise in between two walls cut into the desert.. and two trucks come over the hill right at me, one in each lane, leaving me nowhere to go. I slam on the brake and pull over as far to the right as I can, but it’s not far enough.. The truck hits me, a strong jolt and the car is in the air.. I close my eyes.. and the alarm goes off! I’m back in bed and its 0600 again. I get up, shower, shave, have breakfast, brush my teeth, and rather than read I get right in the car and leave.. its 0645. After a while I am cruising listening to music, I pass the rise in between the two walls cut into the desert, and over the hill. I think.. what a weird dream that was last night, when I smell her perfume again. Then her voice again. “Pay attention to where you are and when, the end is near. Leaving early will not help you”. I am in a long curve when the two trucks come from the other way. I recognize them, another 15 minutes down the road and they will be passing on the hill, but for now they are on their own side of the road. After they pass I look in the rearview mirror at them – and catch a glimpse of her light brown hair. Startled for a second, and when I look back to the road I have a big black car coming at me right in my lane, passing another car… I swerve but it’s too late, the car hits the back part of my car, spinning me.. I close my eyes.. and the alarm goes off again! I’m back in bed and its 0600 again. I reset the alarm for 0630 and go back to sleep. At 0630 I wake up and go through the routine again. This time I wait until 0730 to leave. When I get to the intersection where 40 meets 406 coming out of Beersheva I have to stop and wait for traffic.. the two trucks go past. I turn left and start out of town, but then stop at the first gas station for a coke and some water.. and to wait for the car that hit me to pass. Watching the road, I see a big black car go by. I wait a few more minutes and then pull out. I drove the entire route well under the speed limit, paying really close attention on all hills and curves.. but nothing happened and I arrived fine. I was awake this time.
9 Jan 11 In Beersheva Israel again. In the hotel bar with a coworker from Germany, having a cold beer. We’re just talking, and the bar is rather full for a change. There is a wedding party going on. Lots of people. Joe and I are at the bar counter and on the other side a girl walks up near the counter.. it’s Sue. I see Joe look towards her (she is a good looking woman). I get my cell phone out and take a picture of her – it actually works for a change. She stands there for a minute and then walks away.. she passes behind a pillar and doesn’t come back out. After a few minutes my friend asked what happened to the girl in black.. so he did see her.
This was just the start of many strange things that went on for a few years; really vivid dreams, visits in person, and mixtures. She helps, saves me and maybe my daughter (which in turn would save me), but then is also a prankster. At this time I didn’t know what to think of the footprints in my living room or the woman my wife saw upstairs, but that came out later. I’ll talk about that some other time. What was odd was that she was gone from my life completely for almost 18 years, but then came back stronger than ever. She wasn’t moving things in the house like she did years before, but was coming into my dreams to help me and then playing/pranking/visiting when I was away from home. And two other people saw her, the little girl in Germany and my friend that joined me in Israel. Made me feel just like the little girl – at least I knew I wasn’t completely crazy.
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Post by markw on Mar 17, 2017 17:32:05 GMT -5
No I haven't, not to a psychic nor have I been hypnotized. I never trusted psychics that advertise themselves, and for a long time tried to keep this just to the few people that knew because they were involved. With no internet or groups that I could talk to, it was hard back then to find people that would listen, especially in Italy. I imagine in the states it would have been easier but at the same time probably too many fake psychics and I did not want to waste my time or be ridiculed. We lived in Pisa from 1993 to 2006, with no sign of her at all. I thought everything was over and just moved on with my life.
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Post by markw on Mar 14, 2017 17:29:12 GMT -5
We didn't have any kids at that time, our first girl was born a few years after we moved to Pisa, then the next one almost 4 years later when were still in Pisa. It took a while for my wife to get over the things that happened, especially the slap. I think it really faded once our first girl was born and then 4 years passed and the second was born. We lived in Pisa for 13 years and not once did Sue show up there, so to her it was something from the past. Once we found out she was pregnant she reminded me to never bring the board into the house, but never mentioned anything about Sue until many years later. I was wrong to say that she forgot, rather we chose to not think about it as life with the kids took precedence and nothing happened for all those years.
Sue almost never did anything when anyone else was in the house in Vicenza and only did anything late at night. One friend that came over fairly regularly heard her moving glasses in the kitchen a few times but I always blamed the cat. That was only a few times as she almost never made herself known to anyone except to me and Terri, and then I guess got used to my wife so included her.
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Post by markw on Mar 11, 2017 18:15:53 GMT -5
Before the slapping event my wife really wasn't afraid, no more than I was. I think she just ignored it, pretended it didn't exist. She would put glasses away like nothing had happened, like it was a normal part of life for glasses to be on table in the morning. I had my scares too but up until this event there hadn't been anything really physical. This no doubt terrified her and we had a priest come to the house just to bless it, which at that time was still a normal event in Italy. Nothing happened, but it calmed my wife. It didn't stop the events that followed either. We did start looking for a place to move to and eventually did about 10 months later. Sue followed us but never touched my wife again. Two years later we moved to Pisa and everything stopped for a long time. Eventually my wife just forgot it all, or rather chose not to remember.
As far as the heat is concerned.. I have felt the freezing cold air of her near me, or when I first step into a room I guess she had been in, or a cold feeling on my arm or a freezing breeze across the back of my neck.. but only this once was it hot. In this case she didn't just pass by, or stand next to me, or lightly touch me - she walked right into the same space I was in.
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Post by markw on Mar 10, 2017 17:17:06 GMT -5
In 1984 we moved to a house about an hour east of where we lived before, to Vicenza in northern Italy. One night a few friends were over for a barbecue and party. Eventually my wife went to bed and the rest of us were in the living/dining room talking and playing Pictionary. After a while the conversation turned to ghosts and I brought up the history I had with Sue. The others laughed and thought it would be fun to call her. So I got out my board and we called for her. Nothing happened that night, we had fun but there were no appearances, noises, nothing. But a few days later she started back where she was before, only worse. We had a rocking chair in the bedroom that rocked on its own; sometimes when I walked in it would be just barely moving, but it was moving. Other times it would be moving when I woke up in the middle of the night. She started moving glasses and plates in the kitchen, never when we were there of course but I would hear them clinking from the living room and find them on the table when I decided to go in the kitchen to check. Shadows moved in the house and past the windows, there were fast sights of her in mirrors or reflected in windows. She liked to take my cigarettes and coke from the table in the living room and hide them from me. That she did so often it became a game. I learned to never put my lighter down because I could never find it when she took it. I wasn't scared really, it sent chills up my spine but not real fear. I guess I was used to it so it was more of a pain than a scare. She was also almost always in my dreams, some like she was a normal live human, and others quite terrifying. There were many events over the 9 years we lived in Vicenza, too many to write all down. Some I did and many I didn’t. Here are some I did write down:
24 August 1990 Vicenza, Real Event Just laid down, after midnight, Cathy (my wife, not her real name) is asleep. Read for 20-30 minutes-then quit. Turned off the T.V. and light and turned over onto my stomach to go to sleep. After approx. 2 minutes I hear someone breathing-must be Cathy, but it sounds strange-not like her. Don't remember if I set the alarm or not so I reach over and turn on my reading lamp. For a split second there is a woman sitting in the rocking chair next to my side of the bed, no more then 3 feet away from me. She has light brown hair that comes down to almost past her breasts. There is a mole on her right cheek, her hands were resting on her knees, seems she had blue pants and a brown-black shirt on. It was too quick for anything else or to be sure of the pants-might have been a skirt. Sue. The rocking chair rocks slowly for a moment and then stops.
13 September 1990, Vicenza Real Event laying on couch watching T.V., roughly 2 in the morning, when I feel the air move in front of me, like someone walked quickly by in front of me. Then something touches my cheek, feels like hair or a feather. I brush it away but it stays and changes slightly. It's no longer hair or a feather, but feels like a finger. It moves down my cheek and neck to my shirt line, then it stops. The hair on my arms stand straight up on end. The air moves again, a slight cool breeze- no fan on and no windows are open. Then it stops.
6 October 1990 Vicenza Real Event Sitting in the living room (on the couch) watching T.V., it's 12-12:30 am. Cathy is in bed, the cats are in the kitchen. A football game is on. I hear breathing behind me, quick sharp breaths. I spin around on the couch and look for Penelope (one of the cats) since she has a sinus problem and sometimes breathes strange, but I don't see her. "What are you doing?" I ask aloud. No response, like normal. I don't see her. "Who's doing that?" I ask. Behind me, towards the stereo and love seat I hear a woman's voice very clearly say, in a normal level, "Me". I spin around and there's nothing there. I jump off the couch and move to the door to the hallway. I feel something in the air-electric-powerful. The room is empty. I walk to the kitchen and both cats are asleep in the chairs. I go to the bedroom and find Cathy also asleep. That was her first word to me outside of dreams.
7 October 1990 Vicenza Real Event Approx. 3 am, I walk from the living room to the bathroom, passing the kitchen, the kitchen light is off. As I pass the kitchen doorway I feel something is wrong, like the air is too cold. As I get to the bathroom door I hear a chair slide across the floor in the kitchen, then the sound of glasses clinking. I pause for a second trying to figure it out, and decide one of the cats made the noise. On my way out of the bathroom, just as I close the door, I hear a female giggle in the direction of the kitchen. I get a mental picture in my mind of a corpse, half-rotten, standing in the kitchen waiting for me. I feel electricity in the air –power.. evil power. I wait a minute, unsure of what to do, scared to death. Finally I gather my courage and walk into the kitchen and turn on the light. No one here, not even the cats. Just two glasses on the table. I go into the living room and find the cats asleep under the table. Cathy is in bed, asleep.
8 October 1990 Vicenza Real Event When we wake up, Cathy tells me that someone shook her out of her sleep, then slapped her across the face, sometime late in the night. She had turned the light on after it happened, but no one was in the room. After my little fright the night before, I had stayed up all night, didn't go to bed until the sun was up.
Sept 1991: All pages between 28 October `90 & September `91 lost.. no idea what happened to them.. torn from the book. I can’t remember exact facts or events, views in windows and mirrors, voices at night (whispers in the dark), rocking chair moves on its own sometimes, etc.. Note: Moved to a new house in August `91, still in Vicenza.
September 1991 Vicenza - Dream On the way to a class reunion, I walked down a road that seems familiar. Might be Royston, or 5-Point. Came to a drive way and up towards the house. There is a circle drive way with a fountain in the middle. Walking past the fountain to the entrance of the house, three girls from High school come out of the house and walk towards me. The first, Mary, smiles and says, " Hi Mark, thanks for saving me." The next, Brenda, just flips me the finger and walks away. The third, Kim, grabs me. Her face is in blotches, her hair a mess. Her clothes are filthy and she smells like rotten meat. She says, "Mark! You bastard! You did this to me! Why can't you leave us out of it? You must stop before this dream becomes real!" I pushed her away and walked up to the house. It's a two story red brick house, big. I get to the door, and feel the air change. It's colder now. I open the door and go in. A lot of people are walking around, talking in small groups. One woman across the room looks my way and stares. She's tall, long brown hair, just beautiful-what a fox! Her body is.....Her face is smooth, beautiful-there's a mole on her right cheek. She's wearing a brown and black top- a `V` cut that seems to reach to her navel, and a long blue skirt. I realize it's her. She smiles and waves for me to go over to her. My heart races. I know it's just a dream, but I'm still afraid of her. I walk over to where she's standing, but when I get there-she's gone. I ask one of the guys that was standing nearby where she went. One guys says,"Oh, you mean Suzette? I don't know. She was here just a second ago." I go back to the door and start to leave. Woke up. Notes: The first part of the dream was in reference to a story I am writing. In it a Kim was killed, a Brenda was raped, and I was going to have a Mary killed, but then had her saved instead. The last part-she's in my dreams again. How did she get in there? Have to try to get her to come back again, next time I realize I'm in a dream I must bring her into it, and not be afraid.
23 October 1991 Vicenza - Dream Having a dream about zombies, the dead rising and chasing me, I push the dream away and bring her out. I knew it was a dream I was in, and that I can control what happens in my dream, as long as I know it's a dream and not afraid. She comes out of the mist, slowly, a mist herself. Slowly she forms to a near solid, but still I can see through her. She looks at me, a look of sorrow on her face. I can see a tear run down her cheek. Then she smiles, more like a sneer. She walks towards me. When she's about four feet away from me she reaches out her hand to me. I raise my hand to take hers and she changes. Her skin peels back and a monster-demon comes out of the shell of her body. It raises itself up. It must be about ten feet tall, hairy legs with hooves, it has a man's torso and face, huge wings unfold behind it, great horns come out of its head, it has long claws, large pointed teeth, it's colored light brown, with dark hair on its legs, it's very muscular, and very evil. It puts back its head and laughs. I can't move, I'm scared shitless. My stomach is in my chest, my heart beating a hundred miles an hour. I start screaming-woke up.
Oct 1991 – Dec 1991 On various occasions when sitting up alone (Cathy in bed) I hear clinking in the kitchen and when I go look some glasses are sitting on the table. I put them away and go back in the living room.. clink, clink.. go back in the kitchen and the glasses are back out. She likes to hide things too.. many times if I go into the kitchen, or bathroom, when I get back I have to hunt for my drink, cigarettes, lighter, ashtray. I never find the lighters so I never leave them anymore. The next time I get up it happens again. This happened many times.
7 December 1991 Vicenza Real Event Just after midnight, hearing noises around the house again. First down the hallway towards the bedrooms, then in the kitchen. Cathy is in bed and the cat is on my lap. She heard the noise in the kitchen too, stretching her neck to look-then she jumped down and ran the other way, into one of the bedrooms. I feel a cold breeze, but all the windows are shut. The breeze stops, but it's still cold. I go into the bathroom, and when I return my coke and cigarettes are gone. I just spoke in a normal tone and asked her to stop playing games behind my back and come to me and tell me what she wanted. I didn't see her at all; no shadow, nothing at all.. but right in front of me someone stepped on to the shag rug, I could see the indentations in the shag. Then it walked right to me until it was right in front of me, and felt a chill like the temperature had dropped. "Come on Suzette, show me. Show me you're here. Show me you're for real", I say aloud. I guess she steps forward- I feel an intense heat first on my shoulders then in my chest. Then she took another step forward and it was like we were sharing the same space. It was extremely cold for an instant but then turned hot, and not just temperature-wise. My head reels-a big headrush, nearly knocks me out. My whole body vibrates like I'm getting an electric shock. I fall back onto the couch and it stops. It wasn't really painful at all, intense though. The power, man that was wild! She must have gone right into the kitchen (I could not see her at all) and started opening cupboards. I heard a few clinks of glasses and then it stopped. I asked her to come back to me, which may have been stupid, but there was just silence and nothing else happened. Notes: I wish it was possible to speak to her, to see what she wants and who or what she is (or was). We moved into this house in August and I thought I had felt her presence a few times, but this was the first real physical contact (other than in my dreams and her moving things around). She's not limited to where she can be. And the power! It's hard to explain how it feels to have this spirit (or whatever) step into your body, occupying the same space. She's cold, and very hot at the same time. What a thrill to experience.
28 Dec 1991 Cathy and I were on the couch and we heard the familiar creeek and clink of glasses in the kitchen, and we both told her to stop it and get out of the kitchen. Almost immediately she was walking on the carpet and stopped right in front of us. We could not see her, just the steps in the shag carpet. I didn't know what to expect, as I didn't want her walking through me in front of my wife (my wife for sure would not have appreciated my body's reaction to Sue's heat). She stood there for a minute or so, and then walked back towards the kitchen. We threw the carpet away the next day.
17 January 1992 Notes The dreams these past few days have been very intense, very erotic, but I will not share the contents of those dreams.
1 June 1992 – no events at all since those dreams in January..
There was another event in September that was just too strange and personal to write here. It is in my journal but I am not about to share that. The only other person that has read the details of the dreams in January and the event in September is my niece, the one that still lives in my mother’s house. Small things happened in between the events in my journal, but many I didn’t write down as they were just repeats – noises, glasses/plates moving, things taken and found elsewhere (sometimes not found at all, not even when we moved out), cold drafts, giggles, etc. But after January 17th there were no more events at all, she was gone. In August 1993 we moved to Pisa.
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