Many years ago when there was only land, this particular site was ridden with practices of dark craft. I then did my research on the crafts at hand, as there were different kinds. But for over the years of research I soon discovered that demonic callings were practiced on this land. A ritual for calling up Hell Hounds was quite popular within these times. People would use this to bring them power and any desire they requested.
So with all the searching through many books and scriptures. It was said that when these rituals were done, the cult that had performed this probably hadn't closed the gateway.
Hence maybe that's why there were hounds sounding in the house. For that small piece of land had a dead spot on it where nothing grew, exactly where the house was built. Since this experience, I hadn't looked back but was interested to find out different hauntings and sightings. That's why today I head off on my own personal venture, as a spirit sighter, (Hunter.)
Some weeks I can probably do about two or three hunts, or sightings.
My friend Wesley works in land Reforms where they demolish old houses, or refurbish them which have been abandoned for years.
He informs me of where they are and I then head off to seek out answers. But sometimes there might not even be a sighting.
I have strangely, come to the conclusion that this is a passion I desire. But it all heads to one certain night? That night I spent in the house in Kibbler park. I felt I should share the story with all, as it has been a fascinating experience for me.
But also a life changing event.
If, he has been there, he doesn't even know how to spell Kibler Park! He doesn't even come back to defend his stories, or to reply to comments! Why does he even bother writing these...Ug! Can't even think of a good word to describe his stories! 😕 ðŸ˜