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Author: Robert Credeur
Location: Opelousas, Louisiana
Ture Story
This story is 100% factual. It is, however, rather long so you may need some time to read it. I hope you find it worth your time..
I gave the cat to a friend of mine the next day, hoping that Phyllis would be in a better environment than the one she had just been. I also began to wonder "who" could be haunting my house. The obvious nomination was my mother. She died quickly and was troubled by mental illness beforehand. Yet she was devoutly religious and was such a kind, gentle person - even in her times of sickness. It hurt me to entertain the thought that she had not gone on to her heaven after the hard life she had led and was not at rest. Rather sheepishly, I spoke to our local priest and to my relief he agreed to bless my house. I spoke to him about the possibilities of a haunting and that I was concerned that my mother was not at rest. It did help somewhat when he, having known my mother personally, had no doubts that my mother was now in peace. He assured me that everything would be fine. I still was not convinced that the spirit in my house wasn't my mother. After all, it was her voice we had all heard in the beginning. This thought bothered me for a few days until I had a dream. In the dream, my mother was sitting on my living room sofa. I walked into the room, saw her sitting there and thought "Doesn't she know that she's dead and not supposed to be here?" In the dream, I immediately picked up the phone to call my grandmother, and while I was explaining to her that Mom was sitting on the couch when she was supposed to be dead, my mother spoke up. "Son, please don't worry. I have gone on but I am so happy. So let go of me and stop grieving. I love you. Don't worry about me". Then I woke up, with tears on my face. My lights immediately began flashing off and on. I didn't know what was doing it, but I was certain that it was not my mother.
My friend Raphael had become especially assaulted at about this point. Glass items would break near him, objects hit him in the back of the head when in the house, and his car keys would always disappear regardless of the fact that they did not leave his pocket to turn up hours later in the toilet bowl, in the kitchen sink, or in an empty closet. He was fairly squeamish and our good friendship was becoming an inadequate reason to go into my house. The deciding factor for him was the night the living room light fixture and ceiling fan came crashing down on his head as he stood below it. He vowed never to enter it again, and from then on we talked outside.
I only got him into the house one more time, and that was the night I decided I had to move out. We had decided to go out to a local nightclub. I was at work into the evening and he was going to pick me up there. I had to shower and change clothes. He had suspected this and brought his brother along with us so that he would not have to be alone while I showered and changed since it was bitterly cold and he did not want to stand outside. We arrived at my house and I hurried to the shower as to not make them uncomfortable. Raphael and his brother, William, remained in my living room, talking. After showering, I stood in my bathroom mirror to shave. I put the shaving cream all over my face and began my task, setting the shaving cream can near the mirror on the other side of the lavatory. As I was looking into the mirror, the shaving cream can slammed into my chest with incredible force. I looked down in amazement and suprise, trying hard to find a rational explanation for this and remembering how terrified Raphael would be if he knew what had just happened. I looked at the red mark on my chest and became very scared being alone in the bathroom. I wrapped a towel around myself and went into the front room. As soon as I entered, with only half of my face shaven, Raphael looked at me and said "What happened!?". I told them what I had just experienced and asked one of them to come with me while I finished shaving. Raphael would hear none of it. "There is no way I'm going in there with you" he said. William, who thought all the stories he heard were a crock, laughed saying that he would stand there while I finished. Raphael changed his mind quickly when he saw that he would be alone in the living room and followed suit to the bathroom with his brother and I.
Once there I finished shaving with no incident. I decided to then dry my hair since it was still wet (much to Raphaels dismay - he wanted to leave so badly). I wasn't talking much. I was suprised that the entity had been malicious toward me. That had never happened before. I had decided much earlier that if I would begin to see it (which never happened) or if it hurt me I would move immediately. I was now faced with moving out of my house. Just then, all three of us watched a hair spray can lift off of the counter. It stayed steady, just hanging in the air for a moment, and then it threw itself through the air toward Raphael's head. He ducked just in time, and there was a huge dent in the door from where the can struck it. I knew I would have to leave. It had won. I couldn't take anymore.
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