OTHERPLANE

I am 50 yrs old and have never seen or heard anything strange that is, until 3 years ago. At that time I divorced after 23 years and remarried and moved into a rental house with my new husband. Soon after, strange things started happening. Pictures on the wall would slowly rock, knicknacks would faintly move side ways, change, hairclips on dresser would all come together, shoes would come together. I have brass plates hanging in my kitchen, one day they were all standing out from the wall as if being pulled by a magnet. At night you could feel somebody watching you and outside the bedroom window you could hear like a man masturbating. I finally got used to all this, it wasn't scary and the house didn't have a bad feeling.

After 2 years, we moved and from the very beginning I never liked the house, it had this gloomy evil feeling to it. Everything about it was wierd, the trees outside never did look right, they were scared, they had this separate round scars that ran vertical up and down, the tree branches came out of this scars. The funny thing was, that some were dead and some had leaves that were different than the tree leaves. This was throughout the neighborhood.

Inside the house you always felt this heaviness everywhere. In my bedroom I had this abstract painting hanging over my bed, the colors were red, black and white. I also had a wingback chair in there. Scary things started happening, especially at night. As soon as we would lay on the bed, the mattress would start rolling and lifting up here and there and it would feel as tho someone was poking you thru the mattress. Then these three black shadows started appearing on the wall eventho there was nothing around to cause them. It was as if they were looking in but they couldn't come in, they would talk amongst themselves and look at me. They were all male, and evil. One of them was the leader, the master, the other two were dedicated to him (they did the ugly work). They wanted my husband, during this time he started to change as if he was possesed. This almost sounds like I am crazy but somehow they communicated with me thru mental telepathy and I with them. They would tell me that he belonged to them, I would tell them no he was mine and they couldn't have him. There was also and another power there that was good and beautiful that was on my side. They would tell me no you have to fight them, you are the only one that is strong enough to fight them, you have been chosen to do this. Every night it seemed that the two underlings would take turns raping my husband while the other one watch. At this point, I would get out of bed and go the next room, it was just to much, this would go on until daylight, every night. The fear that I felt was paralyzing. I felt I was going insane.

One day I was looking at the picture above my bed when I noticed the splatters of paint looked like people, and right there was the evil one, and everyday a splatter would start looking like somebody and this were all people I knew. He would tell me he was taking them all. They all looked like they were just hanging, they would stare at me with a tortured and pleading look, and this voice would tell me, "You have to save them, you are the only one that can do it". I would say, "I can't, I can't do it, why does it have to be me" and they would answer, "Because you are the only one strong enough to fight him". "Him who? I would say.

That's when I realized it was the devil himself. At times he would show me all of the depravity, hell, that my love ones were suffering. It was too much, I was starting to fall apart, it affected my life trememdously. Then the wingback chair started breathing (you could see the back of the chair going in and out as if it were alive). I had three pictures of this elegant ladies wearing hats on the wall. There was some nights that you could see them moving their hats up and down. I wasn't the only one that saw this things, some of my friends (not all of them) saw all this. Finally, one night, it all came to a head, it was time, I had looked into the picture and the image of my little girl and my dog was starting to form. I didn't feel that I could do it, I didn't feel strong enough to do it, but those other voices kept telling me, "You must, it's their only chance, you are strong, you can do it and you will do it, you have been chosen". That night the battle began, it was a night of trememdous mental powers. I felt surrounded by all the goodness of the world, it was all on my side. It took all night but in the end we won everybody back. It was bittersweet. I know all of this sounds crazy, but as god is my witness, all of this did happen. My husband became his old self again.

We moved soon after that. The new house felt good and still does. In the move, I somehow got rid of the chair and the picture wound up in the hallway, and I bought a new bed. One day I stopped to look at the picture and it looked normal again. Somebody told me that the picture lost its power because I had separated the three things, bed, chair, and picture. They said that in order for whatever it was to have power, all three things had to be together. It was the most horrifying 3 years of my life. I am glad it's gone. It all seems surreal now but I know it did happen.