A Ghost Story from Hell
I dated a cute hippy witch in wiccan church of satan, she loved her pentagram pendant, a felon junkie thrived in recovery. Sweet lezbian was nicer and less violent than Christians i date, though did have a homicidal streak when confronted by methheads.
I understand how she got there, life was very hard, mom was schizophrenic junkie with multiple personality disorder. Not judging, i was just being her friend as best i could, in her Hell. I helped get her certified as a drug rehab counselor in prison.
She had begged to live with me a few times, either my gfs said no, my landlord said no, or her parole officer said no. Homeless, she spent a million $$ on drugs with many dozens of arrests. I helped her turn her life around and visit her kids sober first time in 10 years.
At any rate, while we were dating, my mom was murdered during COVID lockdown. Starved to death by forced morphine overdose in her own home. Slow torture over 3 months. The morphine numbs brain, paralyzes throat so cannot talk nor swallow. Morphine was Dr Death Shipman's weapon of choice as Britain's most prolific serial killer with 1,000 victims. Instead of IV fluids, Mom just got more opiates. Visits banned. Died alone. She had no pain issues requiring morphine.
Her husband was murdered a few years prior, which is why we moved in with her. He was an amateur archiologist of hundreds if not thousands of arrowheads and prehistoric artifacts, many discovered on our property. Its not beyond imagination that Native burial grounds are located her, with a view of 100 miles of 3 states.
My dad was murdered one month later, same way, by different drs, another dr called it murder.
A gf was also murdered, butchered alive, i was supposed to be there, i got the day off work for her. I let her down in the worst possible way.
My ex-wife also passed around the same time, under shady circumstances, out of state, my family made sure I didnt know as long as possible. My wife and i had lived with my mom for a few years in her home as caregivers, then had to hire professional caregivers as she got more disabled, insurance covered it. Then the caregivers and family wanted it all...
After probate, i bought my mom's house from my family, the caregivers were enraged, they planned to steal it, thats the mafia drugdealing sheriff's specialty. He enjoyed being a Godfather by killing livestock with a pitchfork if landowners refused to sell, burned out his competition in the illegal poker business, raided his own marijuana farm on my mom's street, her late husband helped the sheriff harvest it, only stems were burned, he said. He previously kicked me out of this home, illegally at gunpoint and knifepoint, yet I won in court, got my firearms back in the gunsafe they stole, my wide-eyed lawyer said they were setting a trap for me. I dont scare easily or flinch when playing chicken, ive made cops cry, they beg me to help them solve their partners murder, because they were terrified of retaliation from their mafia police crime bosses. As a military combat vet, i worked with nukes on supersonic jets, explosive controlled demolition of 100 nukes on our own military bases, and prosecuted a 4star general for treason, who was fired while leading Gulf War 1.
Family were happy to get rid of the old house quickly without having to pay to fix it up, avoid delay finding the right buyer and avoid paying sales commission. It can be tough selling a house someone died in. Or murdered in.
So I moved in. Did the Annointing Prayer exorcism thing with oil on windows and doorways and corners of yard. Still an empty house, family had looted all the heirlooms. I slept on the floor in a sleeping bag, pondering a giant empty house that used to be full of life, they even killed all my pets, now a giant responsibility. Plenty of wildlife. Deer and coyotes play and hunt in my yard. My neighbors have bears, devoured a German shepherd. Wolf packs a couple miles down the ridge.
My gf's tarded kids helped me move in, they wake n bake, drunk by noon, piss in her granny's kitchen for dinner. Lucky they didnt break any bones while horseplaying and sue me for everything i own. They were already talking about which bedroom they get, i wasnt so sure.
So my friend finally gets a break from work n parole to spend the night. Shes not comfortable, not feeling the homemaker vibe, not feeling comfortable at all. This is my world, not hers. Thats when the events began.
We always get power failures on top of the mountain, darkness for hours, but now the surges trigger electronic devices to turn ON, lights, TVs, music. Yeah thats it, power surge, i tell myself, never happened before in my life. Picture frames and window trim would fly off the wall in loud crashes. Despite being nailed down, repeatedly.
My gf laughed it off, but agreed she never saw anything like it, she was standing there when it happened, repeatedly. We watched scary movies, cuddled in bed. As a wiccan witch, she likes to drink her lovers blood. A vampyre, in point of fact. Like Angelina Jolie and Billie Bob Thornton, without the million$.
At midnight, a woman being murdered screamed at the top of her lungs outside our bedroom window in the front yard. Thats just a mountain lion, i told myself, dont go outside to check, or get eaten, devoured alive, like my date plans to do me. While attempting to relax, an extremely loud explosion rocked my house! Then a second explosion. The whoosh of jet exhaust blasted from the tailpipes of Air Force C130s in formation at warpspeed, 100 foot altitude above the treeline on an attack run with night vision, then dip below us into the valley. Its a 700 foot drop off my back porch. We survived the night.
She soon ditched me and her kids, to run off with a convicted murderer truck driver, thank God, my crucifixes and annointing prayers worked, God bless! He beat a pedo flasher to death.
Tonight my haunted house has a new resident, another sweet polite gf with a history of homicide arrests against me, schizophrenia and multiple personality disorder. She has a long list of funerals she contributed to. She has a stalker clone hoodrat hooker taking over her life, telling her to die by suicide or homicide, her exact opposite personality, she grabbed my gun to kill her, she cannot comprehend that she is herself. She can flip alters in the blink of an eye, she did tonight. Her mom called it demon possession, she sees demons and satan in church in prison. She says she has The Beast inside her trying to get out in a commanding male voice i never heard before as she woke me with a baseball bat to my head then set me of fire, a grand jury was ok with that.
This is why ghosts and the NWO dont scare me. Even my jobs n hobbies try to kill me daily. No Fear is the name of our song, by Songfinch, but thats not accurate, i just feel the fear and do it anyway, to quote infomercial stripper guru Susan Powter.
Im playing that exorcism for her now to combat her maniacal nonstop laughter in bed as i transcribe this tall tale from the crypt for you. The same room my mom was murdered in. Factchecked TRUE
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