Frightmare!

First of all, I am a skeptic about these things, but have interest in these Paranormal events I hear about, yet am hard pressed to believe in most of them. At one time, I was much more inquisitive, and used to read anything I could find on all phases of Mysticism. I had a close friend, who also had interest, and had a Grandmother who used to read Tarot Cards, so we often discussed strange things. My friend, was also an Antique Dealer, and one day, he presented me with several boxes of hard bound old books, on every subject one could imagine, in Witchcraft, Demonology, Spells, and so on.

One evening, deciding not to go out for the night, I grabbed a few of these books, and was reading through them. I read through couple of them, and was reading what I remember to be a book on "Spells" as best as I can remember. After several pages, I found myself staring at the page and not reading, having gotten so sleepy and tired, it was hard to keep my eyes open. I took the open book, and laid it face down on my nightstand. leaving it open to the place I was reading. I got under the covers, and quickly started falling asleep, or just barely asleep.

I must have started Dreaming, but am not sure if I was totally asleep yet. Was in a very dark, almost black room. In front of me was an old door. I could tell it was a door, because of an intense white light coming through the cracks around the door, and the distinct keyhole in the door. As I looked at the door, a golden key appeared on my left, seemingly floating in the air. It was like an old timer keys used many years ago in older houses. As I looked at the key, I remember seeing a strange "twin pyramid" end on it, sort of superimposed on each other, and remember thinking "Thats strange" and how in the world this configuration would fit in the keyhole. I looked at the keyhole closer, and it was a match for the strange key end. As I realized that, it I discovered I could move the key, by just thinking , and moved it toward the keyhole. The Key fit in the lock.

Now, this is where it all became a Nightmare. I was sleeping in an old Antique Bed, made of solid Oak. The rails that hold the box springs along the entire length of the bed, on both sides where 2x2 oak strips, screwed into the side rails, also of oak, 1 inch thick and 6 inches wide. All this sitting about 20 inches off the floor.

The rails both split along the screw line, at the same time, which dropped the entire bed, boards, box springs, mattress, and me, 20 inches flat on the floor at 1 am in the morning. Needless to say, I was awake and sitting up with a "What the?" in my mind. It was a warm Spring night, and all was quiet, with all the windows open, and I realized what had happened, and my heart quit jumping. At that moment, the wind started. It was deathly quiet before that moment, and now the wind started blowing, and increased in seconds to the point where the curtains where now whipping around the room, and the trees outside where swaying back and forth, in a manner you would see in a Gale. Shadows where dancing around the room and outside, and needless to say, "I WAS FREAKING." The curtains on my left whipped up and came down on my dresser, whipping off a vase, and ashtray into the floor, which shattered, and I soaked my T shirt in sweat, still freaking. I started to get up and shut the windows, and at that instant, the wind stopped. It did not start blowing less, but "Stopped" just as if you turned a switch. I sat there totally drained, and wet for a few minutes, until I calmed down enough to put everything into, what I thought was perspective, and decided it was a freaky combination of weird circumstances. I finally went back to sleep.

I awoke, and saw the bed was still broke, and remembered the night before, and first thought I had a dream. I got up, and saw the curtains caught behind the dresser, and the broken glass still on the floor. I realized it was no dream.

And the ending? I came home from work the next day, went right upstairs to get the book I had left open, and it was gone. I aksed my Mom, if she had put it away, and she said she had not been in the room all day. Checked the bookshelf again. Not there. Gone...

Packed up all the books and returned them. Have told only two people this story. Would I believe it, if I was told? Nope, not in a minute. Do I still believe it happed? Dont want to, but have to. My mind is a lot more open now, but I do very little reading, and NO research.

Good post, and I've had that 'sudden' wind whipping up at night and freaking me out experience, though I can't recall specifics.

Don't let that turn you off to researching.

Remember Anton LeVay (and others) -tried- to summon them debbils and he never could.

Hehe, though you returned all the books (just teasing here) there's still that one book which is now in your house somewhere. (play eerie music).

Do-do-do-dah, do-do-do-dah (twilight zone music).

Just get a cross tatoo or something. (again, teasing)

Thanks for the follow up.

Such a powerful book it seems, if possible try find it again it could contain some very vital and interesting information if that kind of energy manifested in your room and all you did was simply read a passage.

Katrina winds whipped thru my bedroom about 2 days after landfall, and I'm N.E. It was also very odd. It was still summer, all windows open, the winds started generating about 0900


[edit on 2-12-2007 by jpm1602]

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I would like to think the book was still there. I could rationalize it then as a very unusual set of circumstances, since then it would all be natural events, even if the timing was strange. It was several days before I could even remember anything about the book. Then only the colors. A dark blue cover, with a gold band around the center, and gold edges on the paper. The cover was hard bound, and was an old book, with some wear. Thats it. Have no memory of the contents, other than the vague recollection that it may have been on spells. To tell the truth, I dont really want to know. Would not want to have that "dream" again, ever. Thanks for believeing it. Like I said, have only told two close friends this, and I think only one believed it. The guy who gave me the books, and got them back.

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I can see where one may be interested in that book, if it in fact was the source, which is kind of accented by its missing state. I have no desire to see it again. You would have to have been there. All that happening at once, and all those shadows darting across the windows outside, from the trees whipping around, and that feeling that any second something was going to grab you. And then it was all over, lasting no more than a minute. All so still you could hear a pin drop. Moms a light sleeper, and heard nothing. I never told her about this either, to this day.

Maybe the key, is the key to the door? It must mean something, being unique. Anyone know of any symbol that has two triangles, superimposed on one another?