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The Doorway To Hell: A True Story of Possession Pt. 2

The Doorway To Hell: A True Story of Possession Pt. 2


Before you begin reading this, heed the disclaimer. This is not a work of fiction and is 100% factual. I understand that many of you do not believe in the paranormal nor have you not had any experience with it. However, this Take is not made up in any way, shape or form, nor was part 1 of this series, The Boa and The Demon. If this has not deterred you from reading my story then by all means continue.

Again, this story takes place in Fairfield, OH. It was Christmas night. The morning had been filled with Christmas cheer, family gatherings, and lots of good food. All in all, I guess you could say that it was your average Christmas. Well, the morning was, anyway.

After the festivities had passed, Mark had called me to see if I wanted to come over and watch a movie. I’ll admit, I wasn’t exactly jumping at the chance to go back to the house where I felt I had my first paranormal encounter. However, it was the holidays and I hadn’t yet seen Mark so I decided hey, why?

Twenty minutes later, I’m at his house. He decides to pop in a movie and get the popcorn going.

We’ll have to fast forward through the movie because I actually had fallen asleep about fifteen minutes in. The credits were rolling by the time I opened my eyes.

We take the blankets that we had snagged off the bed back upstairs. I was feeling great. I may not have stayed awake for the movie, but I didn’t have the dream again. In fact, I didn’t dream at all. Soon the entire event was in the back of my mind as I walked out of the bedroom chatting with Mark.

That’s when it got weird again. And what makes this experience even more weird than the first one is that I’m completely wide awake.

Mark is already part of the way down the stairs. But the way the house is laid out, there is a bedroom directly across the hall from Mark’s room where his roommate stayed. And it was creepy.

The door was open and inside the room was dark. I mean, that’s to be expected considering what time of night it is. But, and again, this is where it gets weird, that room was sending a strange vibe.

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The door paneling seemed to be getting darker. I blinked for a second as I stopped walking forward. No, I wasn’t seeing things. The white paneling surrounding the door was definitely getting darker.

Then it began to shimmer. Little specks of what almost looked like glitter began appearing on the paneling. I kept blinking and rubbing my eyes to make it all go away, but it wouldn’t.

That’s when the paneling started moving. I mean MOVING. It was dancing against the wall, waving like hot air in a desert does.

The inside of the doorway had officially turned completely black and the little specks on the paneling had worked their way into the center. Whereas before I could see straight through the room and take in everything, although it was still night, now it was just a big black sparkling hole.

I was paralyzed for a moment. I couldn’t move. I wasn’t scare, but the I knew something was coming. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew. I knew it was there. It was watching me. And it had something to say.

I felt it in my ear again. That say evil tongue that only weeks ago had entered our bedroom was now in the hallway in my head again. Only this time it wasn’t saying anything.

Instead of actual words, it was sounds. “Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”.

I begin to move forward. There’s something about that room. The way the dark hole grew larger and how the paneling was now dancing like a wild fire had me entranced in a way that I had never been. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to go through it. I needed it.

“Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ssssssssssssssssssssssssss haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”

I couldn’t stop moving. Couldn’t or wouldn’t? At this point, I wasn’t sure. I wanted to know what was talking to me and, more importantly, why. I wasn’t freaked out like I was with the dream. No, this was different.

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I was completely awake and conscious for this. I had blocked out everything except for that voice and the door. I wanted to touch the wood paneling. I desired to go through the black hall. The urge to have the darkness blanket me was almost too great. I just had to know what was going on.

“Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssss haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”

My right lifted out, my fingers spread completely apart and wavering with anticipation.

The sounds then shifted. Now, instead of lapping at me ear, the sounds were coming directly from the door and the blank space inside it. It didn’t stop me though.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeel kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa sssssssssssssssss.”

I continued to move forward. I wanted to know. What did it want? Why am I the only one who can hear it? Should I break the trance?

“ELLIE.”

My trance was suddenly broken. I looked at the stair entrance, and there was Mark. He was looking at me with a confused and narrowed look. I peered back up at the door. The voice was gone and darkness has dissipated. It was like it was never there.

I blinked a couple times to make it come back, but it didn’t work.

“What’s going on Ellie?”

I looked at Mark, unable to give him an explanation. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t give me that.” He marched back up the stairs and directly in my face. “I’ve been saying your name for a while and you didn’t even flinch. You almost went into my roommate’s room. And you were mumbling some weird words.”

I gave a nervous laugh. “Mumbling weird words? No I wasn’t. You’re delusional.”

He grabbed me by arm as I tried to walk past him. “I’m not delusional. I’m serious.” He let me go. “What’s wrong with you?”

I stared at him for moment and looked down at the floor. I told him everything. The door frame dancing, the room turning into a black hole…the voice and its sounds.

Mark wasn’t amused. “Are you some type of demon or something?”

I gave him a frustrated look. “Uh, no, is your house haunted or something?”

He got defensive. “The only thing that’s haunted is you. Ellie, no one else is seeing this stuff and this hasn’t happened to anyone but you. First there’s that creepy ass dream and you talking in your sleep, now you’re seeing portals to the underworld. Why can you see it and no one else?”

I literally had no response. I just told him I’d talk to him tomorrow. I ran down the stairs, grabbed my things, and quickly headed out the door. As the cold air hit me head on, I felt instant relief. It was like there was a heaviness about the house that didn’t translate to the outside world.

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I stood there for a moment to let the air rustle my hair like a father does a child. I looked up at the night sky and stars, trying to see a resemblance between that and what I saw the door doing in the house. They looked completely different.

I didn’t wait anymore. I got in my car and drove home. There, I slept like a log.

The next day was uneventful. I went out to breakfast with Mark where he ended the relationship. He said that after speaking with some former roommates of his about what was happening, they concluded that I was dabbling in something evil.

I told him what my religious friends said. Their theory is I possessed one of the spiritual gifts in the Bible. More specifically, the gift of discernment or prophecy. He didn't care. We parted ways.

The weird part is that I have not had too many more experiences like this afterwards. Well, not as obvious, anyway. That was definitely the second time and last that a spirit has actually come out and spoke to me.

Since then, it’s only been by intuition alone that I can sense it. I know when I’m not alone. I know when there’s a presence in a room. I can sometimes see things before they happen. For example, I had three car accidents as a kid when I was 16. I saw each one of them coming. One was so close that I barely had time to put on my seat belt before it actually happened, saving my life.

But I didn’t see into the future. It was as if something told me it was going to happen. A feeling I got.

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It’s really hard to explain. I know some people will look at my example and think it wasn’t a spirit. But something spoke to me. It may not have used words like the demon did, but it did talk. And I believed it. And that dream? I’m certain that snake in that dream was a demon. More specifically, I think that snake was demon that was whispering to me each time I was in that house.

I wish I could tell everyone what it wanted or why I had those warnings each time I had a car accident. I really do. But I can’t. I haven’t really explored it all and I’ve kind of written it off for a while. I only recently decided to open up about it because I wanted to share a real, raw experience with those who do not believe in spirits.

And, truthfully, if you still don’t believe in them, I can’t exactly blame you. We are creatures that must first experience things for ourselves before believing and even then we still may not.

But if you don’t believe me, then hopefully I entertained you a little bit with my stories.

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