On a recent trip to California for a funeral, it became obviously clear to me that this visit had a different vibe to it. I came to the realization that some of my relatives were demon possessed. Seriously.
Fiirst, there were the two people, friends of one of my relatives, who I was meeting for the very first time and they had never met me before either. However, they made comments and asked questions about a certain topic of interest to me. One even repeated a statement I'd made to my mother just prior to the trip. Both of these people exhibited mind control behavior. Their body language, vocal inflection, and tone showed that they had been coached on what to say once they were in my presence. Can you say following a s-c-r-i-p-t?
Then, there was the oddball request of a cousin to sleep the entire night with the front door to the home open and to only leave the screen door locked(smdh). Since the bedroom I slept in was at the front of the house with its windows facing the street, I closed the door. I checked my Twitter account before I went to bed and noticed the word "DUCK" listed as a trending topic. Can you say t-h-r-e-a-t?
The next morning I left my jacket on top of my carry-on bag in the bedroom and went to take a shower. When I returned, my jacket was on the bed. There were only four of us in the house at the time, including myself. Can you say p-r-o-p-o-s-i-t-i-o-n-e-d?
At the funeral, I sat next to another relative who I hadn't seen in over ten years. She was so excited to see me and wanted to get together. She told me to call her. Later that evening, I called her and we made plans to connect on the weekend. On the day we pllanned to get together, she called ten minutes prior to the time she was supposed to meet me and cancelled. This same thing happened when I went to Houston with a former friend.
Then, there was the fire down the street. The smoke was black and the street was so hazy. My relatives said it looked as though it was coming from a cemetary. I asked if this had happened before and was told no. The tension in the house was thicker than the smoke outside. Was this supposed to be a threat? a prank? a warning?
Now, the rope's loose ends were adding up and I realized that one or more of my relatives had definitely engaged with a demon or demons. Can you say s-t-a-l-k-e-r? No doubt some money had exchanged hands or a bribe of some kind had definitely occurred. Finally, when there was a problem about how I would get to the airport, I cut my trip short, found the next flight out, and left. One of my cousins, who didn't live at the house where I stayed, dropped me off at the airport. He also knew that something wasn't quite right for me to leave so soon. A second cousin, who I had talked to earlier in the day, stated the same when I called to say goodbye.
Upon my return, the stalker's glib and smugness just would not allow him to be quiet. No, he so enjoys believing that he's won something that he doesn't think. Read the next post for more of the ensuing drama.
P.S. Want a stick of gum? Didn't you have him leave the brand I like out on the desk where I could see it? Nothing like kinfolk.
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