- Kmankch
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"Shut up, you're only beating me by 8 kills"
"Shut up, you're like 42 years old"
GREEN EYES
Hello, my name is Bill. I live in a small town in the south were strange things are often seen and heard. I have a story that still puts chills all over me everytime I tell it, and those chills are there now. My story starts when I was five or six, and it involves me and my older brother. We have two older brothers but this story only involved us to an extent. Here goes.... My older brother, Norman, was asked to take the scraps out one night after supper. It was a normal routine for each of us, but on that night, it would change his life forever. He walked outside to empty the scraps, and that's when this whole thing began... When he got to the spot where we dump the scraps, he noticed a pair of green eyes. He didn't pay much attention, considering that we did have dogs and cats, so he continued. After he was done, they were still there, but this time, they were looking up at him with a squint to them. He started calling all of the dogs and cats names, and none of them responded, and that really took him by surprise, especially with it being time for them to eat. He noticed that the eyes was all he could see, and he got scared at that point. As he took a closer look, this thing smiled at him, and at that point, he threw the pot at it and ran back into the house to tell us what had happened. We all laughed and went about our business, but I could tell that he was telling the truth. That was the first, but still not the last of Green Eyes. As the years went bye, things got worse for him. This thing was taking over every part of my brothers life. It would lock doors on him and wake him up in the middle of the night by breathing heavy on his face. As the years went by, I started witnessing these things, like the doors locking and unlocking, the tv turning on and off and changing channels, lights going on and off, etc. One night, I couldn't sleep, so he got on the top bunk with me and told me to go to sleep.
It worked until I woke up and looked at him, and his hair was moving like a fan was blowing air in his face. I woke him up and told him what I saw and he just laughed and said that it happens to him all the time. One part of this whole ordeal that will always be in my mind happened when I was about 7. We were all out playing and we made him mad, so he went to our eldest brothers room and went to sleep. When it turned dark, we all went back in to watch tv. My mom, dad, and the rest of us was watching a movie, when he called for me from the bedroom. The tone of his voice let me know that he was scared, bad. He didn't scream at me, it was more like he could barely get it out, you know, like it took all of his effort just to say my name. I was about 30 feet from him, in the living room, and the hall led straight to the room he was in. I was afraid to even look down the hall, and the funny thing was, nobody heard him but me. He asked me again to come in the room, and to hurry. I was scared, but I proceeded down the hall. When I got close to the door opening, I was scared to go on. He said, get in here, it is in front of the bed, I want you to see it. At this point, I was frozen, and as I turned and looked through the door, and cought the expression on his face, I screamed at the top of my lungs. The whole family came down the hall, pushed me out of the way, and by the time they got to him, he was in shock. I'll never forget it, his face was blue from holding his breath, and my dad slapped him in the face to get him to breathe again. Dad looked at us with pure terror in his eyes, he could not believe that something could put this much fear in someone, and he held him all night so that he could sleep knowing that he was ok. Things did get worse, because soon, it all started happening to me. The only time that I ever saw it was in my bedroom. It had large green eyes, and they were squinted. At one point, it would call out your name, when you were alone, even in daylight.
A few years later, he got married and moved into a trailer about 50 yards away. At this point in time he was moving out of his bedroom which was a few years old from an addition. I wanted a new room, but his was one that I really didn't want to be in at all because of the things that were heard and seen by him in there. I did move into it in time. When he moved out, things were fine for about six months for him, the only reason was that this thing turned its intentions on me, and I knew that I was in trouble. The same things that he was hearing, I started hearing. My name was called, lights turned on and off, the tv would turn on and off, even when other people was in the room with me. I would have friends over and they wouldn't even know of the occurences and they would wake me up in terror and ask me about all of these things and I would tell them the story. Many of our family members experienced these things. Soon, it turned it's sights back on him and this time it was stronger. It would actually wake him up and be on top of him. At one point, it told him that it was back, and that it was stronger and that this was it's house and for him to leave. A few years later, enough was enough. They asked a priest to come and bless the house, and he agreed to do so. I remember that day well, because at that point, I had gotten married and had a son, and I lived close to him. He had two kids of his own, which would at times play with a friend that was not there. So he summoned the priest. I stayed at home that day, just to see what would happen. I did not go in, instead, I stayed outside. After they came out, the priest said another prayer and left quickly. Then my brother told me what had happened. The priest had just made it through the door, when he turned to my brother and his wife and said, " Do you feel that?". My brother was scared, although he had lived with this for several years. To see the Priests face turn pale, was overwhelming for him.
When they got to the kitchen, the priest stopped, and told them not to move because it was in the room with them. The priest started sweating and praying and told my brother, this is not a spirit, it is the devil himself. He fought with this thing, spiritually, and the room got very cold, and that's when the priest said that it was running to the back room. They all ran to the back room, where the priest cornered it in the left side of the closet. After this was all done, he spoke with my brother and told him that he could not guarantee that the spirit would not come back, but he did say that if it did, it would be twice as bad. Things were fine for about a year, then out of the blue, it was back.Once he was working on the water line under the sink in the kitchen when something started rubbing his back. He thought nothing of it and kept on working. It started again and he thought that it was his wife, so he turned around, and nothing was there, and at that point, he knew that it was back. He ran, and yelled for his wife and found her in the bathroom where she said that she was for about 45 minuts. She didn't hear him screaming until he opened the door. On one occasion, he saw a little girl run through the living room,and vanish into the bedroom, not to be found. If I told you of all of the occurences over the years, It would be book length, but I may add to this story from time to time because he's probably being bothered as we speak. The last time that he said it bothered him was about a month ago when he was sitting at the table with his wife. They were talking, and a glass from on top of the refrigerator was lifted and floated across the room, within inches of them, and placed on the floor in front of the door. They just looked at each other and said " Did you see that?"
They have become used to these things happening, and friend and family also experience things while being in their house. Over the years, he has shown me bruises on his arms, throat and legs, where it has grabbed him, and one night it picked him up by the ankles and dangled him over his wife until she woke up and he fell on top of her. After all of these years of evil that he has seen, it has slowly taken over his life, although he refuses to believe that. For the past few years, he has turned evil himself, disowning his family, picking fights over nothing, and lashing out at everyone over simple things. I love my brother, and I know that this thing has a hold on him and is taking control. Well, that's the end for now, but rest assured I will tell you more because I know that this thing is not going away. There are several things left out of this story because It is quite long anyways, but If you want to know more, please *-**** me. For all of you out there who are laughed at when you tell your story, just remember that there are people out there just like you and me who know the truth and the truth is that there is something else out there, there are things that can't be explained, and people like us that see and hear things all the time. We are not crazy, we have just been chosen to see and hear these things to let people know that they are there, and that they are not going away anytime soon.......
Not mine.