The Devil Took My Voice
From: Jacinda (dreamingofhimalways@msn.com) Story type: Ghost Location: La Madelana, Italy Source: Form Submission Date submitted: Thu Dec 27 23:47:57 2007
During my life, I've always had small little signs of evil pop up, relating to the paranormal. And more often than most, demons.
A few years ago, about when I was 8 or so, I used to sing with a church choir back when my mother was still married to my now Ex-Step father. He was a very religious man, and though I never really accepted any faith, he forced me to learn psalms of the Bible and would drag me to Sunday church.
Well, seeing that I was uncomfortable he decided that if I wanted to enjoy church, I should join an activity. Upon knowing this, I immediately signed up (and was accepted) into the church choir.
I was dedicated to the choir, its plays, and everything else that just happened to cross with my daily life. This being said, having a phenomenal voice, I starred many roles and had many solos, though I was really only in it not for religious purposes, but for the sake of having something to do with my spare time.
That, is where I think I started to go wrong. After my last performance (I recall it being a Christmas play), I trudged my way home alone (my Step father had waited in the parking lot, but we only lived a small ways away, and being in a designated Military community, I wasn't really at any risk). The snow was heavy, so I pulled up my scarf, and halfway to the house, I spied a very omnious sight.
Now, the only animal that ever really strode through the block was a half wolf owned by a frail old man. Though that dog was also aggressive, during the Winter season the children knew that it was no bother so we were free to not worry. That being said, a very large black dog was lurking nearby, and, being both allergic and terrified of dogs, I tried my best to steer clear of it (and even stopped in my tracks and held my breath). Tearing up, I noticed the dog spotted me when it spun it's head, eyes menacingly glaring and a sneer spreading over it's jaw. If I wasn't mistaken, it's eyes were blood-shot and it was made out to harm. Out of my mind, I hurriedly sprinted to my home when I heard its growls and barks, scared that it might be nipping at my heels soon enough.
As a kid, I never really talked much, so I slammed the door and locked it tight and headed straight to my room after hearing the barks stop after reaching my house. My mother was tending to my then baby brother and my Step father wasn't anywhere in sight. I shivered, and kept the lights on in my room, seeing odd shadows sprinting across my wall before night begun. Petrified, I didn't say a word and kept my eyes shut until I was eventually called to dinner.
As the skies grew dark and I nestled in between my sheets, I drifted off into a dream. Back then, and sometimes now, I usually would dream of future occurrences in my life, little things, small things, that I would forget during the day (and maybe years) but once they happened, I would vividly recall my premonitions.
Anyway, for hours I dreamed of nothing but a black canvas, then I popped up in a chair, under a shining limelight. The light was blinding, and I squinted. As usual, I was scared. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move, and after long, the sole embodiment of what I feared arisen from the floor. A demonic entity, either a demon or the Devil itself stood next to me, taunting me with slurs. I tried screaming, having an extravagant singing voice made me a good screamer. But my screams for help were to no avail. I cried, and cried and cried. Soon, I couldn't see anything, not even the tears pouring down my cheeks. My lips sucked back into my face, and became nothing but smooth skin. And still, the demonic thing next to me taunted, poking me, shoving me, but never knocking me out the chair. Finally, it's hot lips scorched my ear with a final message; "You are damned."
Shortly, it was over, and I awoke, not able to scream, not able to open up my crusted over eyes. I couldn't breath for what seemed like hours, and laid there, horrified.
It took me years to gain my voice back, and since then I have never really spoke of this experience nor have I encountered anything demonic after my Grandmother's passing in August. Since the demon took my voice some good years back, I have never been able to sing. I turned 14 just recently, and have now started into the Christian faith (not completely resigning from my previous Buddhist ways). I have light worries on what might happen in the future, but I try not to think about it often.