The following report was sent into our website by Joel on July 12, 2014:
“I have witnessed many gruesome things, the one that stuck with me throughout the years would be the time I saw a demon.
My story starts out as a family get together/house party, I would have been somewhere around 6 years old. First I’d like to say that I am 30 years old now and I have lived through 3 serious car crashes, one suicide attempt that consisted of having taken over 300 pills and a 40 oz of whiskey.
Back to my story. I really only remember bits and pieces, but the stuff that I do remember, would scare the drawers off any believer of the supernatural world.
The night started off like any other, there were beers being had by my mother, brother, aunt and my brother’s wife. At some point in the evening I remember walking up the stairs to use the washroom, normally the door is locked when in use. I had opened the door and saw what no person, yet alone a child, should have to see. My brother and his wife were fighting. From an alcohol/drug fuelled rage, there was blood all over the walls, his hands, and her face. I ran, screaming and scared as any child would, I ran straight for the basement.
Alone in the basement sat this little, scared boy. Not at all understanding what he had just witnessed. Out of nowhere this red, hideous creature popped up through the basement drain. I can’t remember if anything was said by this creature, but I know I screamed so loud that my aunt and mother came running down to see what it was all about.
I have 0 memories of my life as a child, all I can remember is that after that time, I would have death come to me in my dreams nightly. These days I rarely dream, but when I do it seems like déjà vu.
I cannot explain what actually took place that day, but my brother mentioned above has since then been shot in the head with a hand gun ( he survived), another brother was hit by a appending truck (he barely survived, was said he would never walk again. Today he walks just fine). My sister was in fatal car crash in British Columbia (she also was said to never walk again as she broke her back). She had nuts and bolts holding her together, the new parts were supposed to be in her back for life with no chance of ever being removed. One year after the accident, she was walking and had all nuts and bolts removed. She went on to have 2 kids. And myself I survived 3 fatal crashes with hardly a scratch to show.
It seems to me, that that one night had a huge impact on my family.
I went on to become a hardcore drug addict in attempt to hide my pain. Today I am clean and sober for 7 years. It’s great, but I ask myself if it really happened. I believe it did.
I also forgot to mention that as a young child aged 3-4 I had fallen and pretty well had stopped breathing. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I was bent at such an angle my mom says that it’s amazing that I’m alive, as I should have a broken neck.
Did I perhaps make a deal with the reaper? I guess I may never know. But I do know that I have had an extremely hard life. And I’m still alive to tell my stories.
I have many stories that are just out of this world.
I plan to write a book, I’m just searching for motivation because this is very hard for me to share. And it’s only the beginning.
I should also mention that my brother’s son, is also in prison for murder.
Seems like that day has changed my family’s life big time. I feel it’s up to me to make it right. Thanks for taking the time to read about my story.”