Devil’s Own?

I recently started reading ‘The Amityville Horror’. The book called to mind a most disturbing Incident that occurred to me early In my childhood. By writing about It I am placing myself at the mercy of people’s ridicule. That fact has never stopped me and It won’t this time. This story begs to be told.

This post Is decidedly not for sceptics of the paranormal. Neither Is It for the superstitious ones. I have taken a deep Interest In science since an early age, yet have acquiesced to the fact that there are certain things beyond It’s realm. There exist things and phenomena that science has not been able to adequately explain away. An open mind and a whole lot of faith would be necessary to read through this post. Onward with my story then.

I was around 6-7 years old. My brother and cousin sister being 4 and 5 respectively. That was the age when the prospect of entering an empty, unlit room could be considered fun and exciting and dangerous, not knowing what lurks In there. So one day, with the entire family In the kitchen, the three of us decided to play a game. The person who enters the room, climbs the bed and goes farthest towards the window wins. It was a game of guts and testing one’s mettle.

So we go In, one by one climbing the bed, Me In the lead followed by my bro and my cousin In the rear. I walk towards the window, my body taut with excitement, but not wanting to be the first one to give up and race out of the room. I could sense the fear In the other two. So I’m finally at the grilled window waiting for the other two to either come closer or give up and run. I was sweating by then but being the eldest I could’nt back away. Suddenly, the two of them hightail It like bats out of hell. But the triumphant feeling of being the last man standing was shortlived. Because as I turned myself to follow them I saw out of the corner of my eye what seemed like a red glow coming from the window. I turned my head to see what It was and what I saw literally froze me. I could’nt move nor scream rooted as I was to the bed. There was a glowing red face outside the window. Just a face. With what looked like horns coming out from It’s head. And then It spoke. Those four words that will be burnt In my memory till the day I die; “Your Soul Is Mine”. And then It was gone.

As I look back years later I almost refuse to believe that anything happened. The only reason that I don’t completely put It down to fantasy Is the fact that I have two witnesses to the Incident. My bro and my cousin.

By the end of this reading my mental stability would come to be questioned. I am still hesitant to put a name to the face. That’s because i’ve always considered the devil as a christian concept to keep men’s dick In their pants and women to keep them out. Dicks. More or less.

All I can hope for Is that someday, someone might give me a plausible enough explanation for what took place and allay my fears of going to hell.


5 thoughts on “Devil’s Own?

  1. I have spent a good part of the night reading dozens of blogs and this, by far has been the most captivating one. On the one hand I completely agree with you that “there are certain things beyond it’s (sciences’)realm” the skeptic in me wants to disregard your experience as a child. But, by the simplicity you have published this post at the risk of being ridiculed, I can’t but believe you. I can come to believe that the experience you went through was true on a level that you can describe it.I haven’t come by to offer you explanations as those elucidation might seem a million miles away from where you are and want to be. Perhaps your comprehension of what happened that day might not solve the more implicit issues. But, what I do want to do is to explore this with you further. You don’t have to answer this as this might seem somewhat personal on many levels… but do you know of people (perhaps even your family) who have explicitly sought the “supernatural”? By this I don’t mean “God” per se but spiritual forces?While I am a Christian and I do not see the “devil as a Christian concept” as by minimizing it to a “concept” or an idea we deceive ourselves on a very human level. But, as a student of Christian theology and philosophy at one of the leading universities in the world in this field, what I do offer you is not merely an explanation… but an emancipation. Such a deliverance is not in an idea nor an explication or a system of doing things in a certain way or feeling right but by meeting the person of Christ… who by the way promises to walk this journey of life with you.God bless.

  2. Hey thanks for the comment. Would you be kind enough to leave me an email address or something? I have family members who unwittingly were part of supernatural phenomena and would discuss this with you outside of this open forum.

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