Strange happenings in Seattle
GW wrote:
I used to live in a house with two other room mates and weird things kept happening. Location of the house is 119 Ward Street in Seattle. The three of us got along so well that we thought it would be fun to share a house.David had a cat that got so spooked on entering the house that she jumped out the third story window. My dog wouldn’t enter past the doorway so I took him to my parents house for care. We consistantly heard the sound of boot steps on the stairwell, so often, that we would count them. It was always seven. Lincoln was heading down the stairwell one night and swears that someone grabbed his ankle and tripped him. I asked where and he pointed, we counted the steps from the bottom and it was the seventh step.
David’s aunt and uncle came for a visit in August and wanted the window open to let some air in. It took two of us to open the window and when we stepped away the window slammed shut all on its own and we couldn’t re-open it.
Davids aunt claimed that someone was trying to pull her covers off all night and she thought it was one of us.
In the basement there were two wooden platforms that rose above the floor about 2 1/2 to three inches that didn’t make sense for their purpose but were about the perfect size of coffin lids. All three of us began to argue and not get along then I had the worst dream of my life.
Asleep in bed, dark hooded figures rose all around me bed, one had my left arm pinned out to the side and one had my right arm pinned out to the side. The plaster walls turned to stone and two flaming torches appeared on the wall.
One figure had me by the neck with one hand and in his other hand was a jeweled handled dagger with a crescent shaped curved blade. That figure said in a deep gravelly voice “who is your master now.” I squeaked out in a forced whisper “Jesus is my master” Then said it a second time and all the dark hooded figures sunk back into the floor the flaming torches faded away, the walls turned back to plaster.
I jumped out of bed and turned on the light and where my body had been laying was the image of a body sized cross. I moved out!!!
It seems from your account that your response to the hooded figure in your dream was a most appropriate one. Though I have little doubt your dream was merely a psychological response to your increasingly troublesome environment, such things can be almost as disturbing as a genuine, physical event.
One frequently finds the utterance of religious words and names to be useful, practical tools to banish the negativity of an event or experience. The banishment occurs naturally and generally immediately.
I have undertaken a number of investigation where other parties amongst my associates have used religious passages to aid banishing the terror that might grasp them within the heat of the investigation.
Did you at any time attempt to investigate the history of this particular property?
It might be intriguing to discover whether there have been any other reports of activity there, or whether the ground beneath the property itself had a history.
One finds historical events, particularly those of a macabre nature, leave some form of lasting footprint, or echo that can affect more sensitive individuals in a manner which we have yet to understand.
M.Keynes