Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

Jan 16

Strange Familiars: I Slept With a Ghost

Tim writes “Bee tells a story of a ghostly entity which climbed into bed with her then relates tales of other weirdness including precognitive dreams; a recurring dream of something which may be the Nightmare Creature discussed in other episodes; some kind of static manifestation; a possible encounter with a ghost elk; and more.”

 

7 Responses to “Strange Familiars: I Slept With a Ghost”

  2. Greg O

    This reminds me of Genesis 6:2 “That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.” They lost their flesh but their spirit still lusts and also has unquenchable thirst and hunger. This is all part of their punishment from God. More details can be found in the book of Enoch.

  3. Mark T

    Thanks for bringing up a long, forgotten memory for me, Wes…

    In the summer of 2007, I awoke one Saturday morning in Longview, Washington, dreaming of the most passionate French kiss of my life… the only problem was I realized that I was no longer sleeping, was still being kissed, and quickly opened my eyes to see who had broke into my house, climbed on top of me, and was kissing me like a lover possessed… only to find, no one atop me, I was in the house all by myself, but was still being French kissed… by a ghost.

    At first, I tore off the covers, jumped out of bed, spinning in circles, searching for my kissing bandit… I even went from room to room, checking the doors to make sure they were locked and nobody had snuck in…

    And let me tell you, this phantom female had a talented tongue. I actually lay back down, and closed my eyes, trying to fall back asleep in hopes of catching a glimpse the girl of my dreams”… as I have seen spirits (demons) in my dreams twice… once very recently… I thought that I might see her, too. I actually, finally saw the demon who has placed a generational curse on my family for decades about 2 weeks ago… a trickster… covered in red scales, actual hooved feet on two legs that looked like the back legs of a horse or centaur… but covered in scarlet, lizard-like scales… like a garden snake, red racer variety. He had long, slender curves horns, jet black in color, appearing just like the spiraled horns of an African Ibex giant antelope. And I say He for I know his name… Rahndu… his red ears were long, and tapered, mule-like in appearance. sloping up and backward like an elf with extremely long ears… and he had a shock of black hair above his forehead and long black mane flowing down his back and between his shoulders, like Beorn the bear skin-changer who could take the form of a great bear… he was walking past me, I saw him, but he also saw me, looking sideways at me through bright yellow eyes with black vertical slits for pupils… he was holding his short arms up in front of his chest, wringing his hands in despair, as I had finally seen him, knew that he was real, and that was something forbidden and that his master would not be pleased with him… his face had an, “Oh, shit…” look on it (sorry for the language), and then his eyes took on a very worried look like a dog that knows that he’s about to be kicked or beaten for getting into the kitchen garbage can while the master was away. And then he got angry and lunged at me… and I woke up screaming… actually more of a loud moaning sound coming up out from deep within my lungs like I knew I was about to die… I woke up terrified, but very pleased, thinking, “Ah, hah… you bastard… I finally saw you! You slipped up… and now I know that you’re real!

    But, I digress… I started by telling you I was French kissed by a ghost… and I was. Later that day, I had walked outside to get some fresh air and my neighbor walked over to thank me for removing a helium balloon and artificial red rose that had been stuck to the concrete curb in front on my house… I had thought that someone’s balloon had blown away on the wind from a party and they had lost it, to have it settle in front of my house… only to find the wire end of the plastic flower stem had been shoved deep into the soil of my front lawn… to anchor it in place… I guess that it had been there for a few days, and I had only pulled it up to mow the lawn… I asked the neighbor why he thanked me for removing it… he replied, “They sneak in at night to put one there every summer at this time… it’s kind of annoying… but it’s the anniversary…” “Of their birthday?”, I asked, not seeing a cross or anything… he then replied. “You see that huge cherry tree in your front yard?” I turned to inspect the ornamental cherry tree with a trunk over 12 inches across… it had obviously been planted there 30 to 40 years earlier… I looked back to him in confusion… not yet comprehending the situation… “Yeah, so?” I asked, “What about it?” He paused a moment, then turned and pointed at the old tree, and said, “There used to be two… the car that crashed into it snapped the trunk clean off…”. He went on to explain that a car full of teenagers were on a double date, had been drinking underage and were about to be pulled over by a local police officer… and to avoid being arrested for minors drinking, and drunk driving, the driver floored the gas peddle and led the cop on a high speed chase through a residential neighborhood at 90 mph… when the car hit the tree, a teenage girl was killed instantly when she was thrown through the windshield.

    I never researched to collaborate his story, but I think that I was killed by the ghost of a teenage girl…

    If you’d like to know more… you can contact me, and I’ll tell you about the other “spirit guide” the faceless one, in the black- hooded cloak that hovered above the floor and grabbed both of my wrists in an unbreakable grip of steel when I refused to go with him when he beckonedcto me and gestured for me to follow… Wes, never ask your Sporit Guide to reveal the winning Lotto numbers to you, my friend… something, I will never repeat…

    I might even tell you about the demonic hands of fire that shot through the mesh fireplace screen and grabbed my legs in an attempt to pull me into the fireplace when I burned a book of magic that had a lithogram of Satan with two nuns who were kneeling behind him and lifting his tail to perform the “Kiss of Shame” (on his anus) in homage to him… that one involves two ladies from my father’s church… they saw a black cloud hovering over our home and over my bedroom in general… on a bright summer day with blue sky above a mind not a cloud in the sky… the same entity a fire Sprite or fire demon has tried to kill me four times with fire… and once when my two young daughters were napping with me.

    And if you’ve time… you and Tony Merkel might even want to hear about my UFO encounters… but that’s another story…

  5. Mark T

    Denise and m99,

    I guess I could text it to Wes… I changed my cell number lately… he had me on as a guest a couple of eqpisodes after he had just broke his 100 episode mark. I talked about my BF encounters in SW Washington and an up close sighting near Mt. Rainier.

    I never told Wes about the spiritual issues plaguing me my entire life… too much weirdness in my life… didn’t want people to think I was insane or something.

    I’ve believed for decades that my family has a generational curse on it… my grandfather was a Penticostal minister and died when I was a toddler… there has been some dark force trying to take me “out” since I was a baby… I’ve almost been killed 25 times in my life… literally.

    I actually live within 30 minutes from Wes… I grew up in Vancouver, Washington where he lives and does his awesome podcast. I am working at a booth at the sQuatch fest in Lngviw, Washington next Griday and Saturday… hoping that he comes this year… would love to buy him lunch and chat.

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