I have a collection of stories I would like to share with everyone, only one of these stories involves me and most of them have to do with my mother so I hope you enjoy!.
I will start with my first story involving me as a kid, I personally have no recollection of these events but my mother had told me this recently, apparently many nights I would come to my mom and dad saying I saw Satan in a ball of fire above my door way, being that my family is full of devout Christians they decided to pray over my room and I never saw it again.
The next few stories take place across the street at my grandmas old house which she no longer owns.
Long ago in that house lived a doctor and his wife, one night they got into an argument and got into a fight. They both wrestled for their shotgun and he ended up accidently shooting her, or so the reports say, but being that this is a small southern town back decades ago the chances of them just taking a doctor's word for it was very high.
One day my grandmother was in her house and she decided to go upstairs where our attic is, there the doctor kept all of his medical texts and personal items. My grandmother heard a man laughing from inside of the cramped, dark, and cluttered attic. She decided to throw all of his possessions away and never heard the man again.
Another story involving that house has to do with my mother and grandmother. One day they were in the house packing it and preparing for selling it, the tools they were using had gone missing and they could not find them anywhere. They went into the room that use to be my sister's and mine old room and found all the tools laid in the middle of the room neatly stacked on a tarp in the center. They both insisted that they did not move them.
The next few stories involve my mom after she had opened herself up to the occult.
My mother decided to buy a set of tarot cards because she liked the way they looked, that night while she was in bed the bed started to violently shake, my dad of course in all of the occurrences never would wake up and remained fast asleep.
Another night my mom had these blue orbs fly around the room and get in her face, they terrified her.
The final story involves my grandmother again. One night when her husband was at work she decided to sleep in. Before her at the end of her bed appeared the floating head of a man, she was terrified and went under her covers, when she looked again the head had taken the shape of a pitch black face. Again she went under the covers to hide, when she surfaced again the head took the form of a pig's head. After this she hopped out of bed and prayed to Jesus and the head went away for good.
Thank you guys for reading this, I know it is all over the place but I wanted to share most of what I have been told by my family, thanks again!.
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