I was a third generation miner, and proud to be. But in the summer of 2010, the 135 year old company closed its door and locked its gate. I was crushed. Having grown-up as a miner, I felt as if I had little to offer the workforce. Besides this, I am from eastern Kentucky and there is very little work outside of fast food. On top of all that, I was selling my possessions, making a house payment for a home I would lose anyway.
My sister in Indianapolis, Indiana called me. She said there would be work for me in the growing city. Since I have no wife or children this was perfect for me. I had received a warm reception. I had a family that cared, it was great. Within a week I landed a good job in Greenfield just outside Indy.
Then it started. I was skeptical about ghosts and goblins, I had no religion to speak of. All this would change drastically.
I worked the night shift. My sister had her own business and she was gone a lot. Her husband was the top manager at a Kohl's store, so he was always gone as well. For my sake they put the dog in its cage during the day so I could rest. I was asleep in the early morning and Foxy, the dog, jumped on my bed and woke me up. She gave me a strange stare like she had never seen me before. Then the dog ran out of sight. Foxy had the habit of knocking the trash over, so I figured that I would put her away or clean up a mess later. I went downstairs and yelled for the hound. Then I saw her setting in the cage with the door latched. I figured I was dreaming and wrote the incident off. That was the end of sleep for me.
Most stories have a gradual build up. Not mine, it was full force from the beginning. Every 15 minutes the entity would wake me up. The TV would turn with the volume on full blast, or the bed would jerk violently. Always making noise. It made sure it woke me. Never letting me rest.
I remember one time while laying in bed, the people on TV started talking backwards. Then the dark manifestation attempted to have conversations with me through a vent in the floor. This was disturbing, I have no idea what language it was speaking. I asked it to "just leave me alone". It would reply with laughter. It soon spoke English in a broken dialect, part Latin/part English. It was understandable for me. Then it began showing itself physically, its gray color and extremely long arms and legs made it a very uncomfortable. The worst was its face, its eyes. There weren't any. It had two big empty sockets and constantly swayed its head side to side. It always talked about my private life and made perverted remarks about my girlfriend.
I once saw my brother in-law in the living room and when he turned to face me he had no eyes. Just empty sockets, then he walked through a wall. I called him and he assured me he had been at work all morning. The demon apparently could take any shape, man or animal. I was lost and I turned to alcohol to cope.
I didn't tell anyone, looking back this was a mistake. I made a deal with the entity. I told it to leave my family alone and I would talk with it. It loved the attention. The entity was very conceited and loved to show how powerful it was. It also was a master manipulator. The lack of sleep and alcohol was effecting my job performance. And as you can imagine my nerves were frayed. I was fired for falling asleep in my car at lunch.
I had never failed at any job before. This devastated me. Already in a weakened state, I took the entity's advice and ate a whole bottle of Synthroid, a prescribed medication.
My sister figured out what had happened, they were her pills. She forced a mixture of peroxide and water down my throat and I threw up. She probably saved my life. They were scared and I was drunk. By this time it was all routine for me. I was afraid to live and I wasn't afraid to die. I was admitted to a psych ward in Carmel. In there the torment stopped and I got much needed rest. There I studied the work of Jesus and acquired faith. I figured if pure evil can manifest, then pure love could too. I knew that I was sound of mind. But no sleep makes you wonder, it also makes you irrational.
To this day I'm not sure what that entity was. Much more happened to me then I have included in my story. But I know that it was part of its plan. I know the entity was smarter than me; I was a pawn in a game.
I don't know what the dark entity was. I think it is the devil himself. Since I left Indy my sister's marriage has come to an end and my nephew became a drug addict. Their lives have fallen apart. I didn't hold my end of the deal. I know it's the dark entity at work. Since then I have gotten sober and when I think of Indiana, I often cry.
I have gotten another house and I am awaiting my sister's arrival. I must get them away from that horrible monster.
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