I thought I'd share my story on here with you guys, and see what you think! I'm pretty tickled that I won. The story isn't the most pleasant, but it WILL give you chills. Enjoy!
My paranormal group was small, but we always managed to find some good places to go, and we never really had any problems as far as being physically harrassed by anything. One night, we got the itch to go on an outing, and decided to hit up an old favorite. It was a cemetery, but we always got some of the best EVP and photo evidence there! There was maybe 6-7 of us, and we headed out. We always made sure to bring along a guy (people are crazy, and it’s not always a ghost looking to reach out and grab you), and tonight was no exception.
Once we arrived at the cemetery, we decided to break up into teams. You’ll understand why, when my story is finished, but for the sake of parties involved, I’m going to change my teammate’s name. We’ll call him Jim. He was into paranormal things as well, but his stories were a lot darker and scarier than anything I’d ever experienced. He seemed nervous when we went, but it never bothered him enough to keep him out. He politely declined praying with the rest of the group (to each his own, but we prayed before AND after), and was always looking over his shoulder, as if something was going to “get him”.
Jim and I ended up partnering up, and started to make our way around the cemetery. It was cold, and we were all bundled up. All was fine, until about halfway around the graveyard. Suddenly, he cried out, clutching his side. Startled, I asked what was wrong. “My side really hurts! It stings!” he said. I asked if maybe he brushed against something, or if maybe a bug had bitten him. Then I realized he was wearing not one, but two thick pullover sweatshirts, so that would have to be one ambitious bug!
We radioed to the others that we were going to run to the car real quick, that Jim was having issues, but not to worry. As we came back upon the car, we stopped under the only street light in the whole place. Apparently, the burning and stinging was getting worse by the minute. Jim pulled the side of his shirts up so we could see what was hurting him, and it was BAD. Right along his ribs, there were three red, nasty looking scratch marks, as if something had swiped at him with long nails. I told him what I saw, and needless to say, he was done. After that, he refused to go on anymore outings with us.
Fast forward a few years. Jim married the daughter of our head investigator, who had two children of her own. At first, he was the model husband, stepfather, etc. AT FIRST. And then things changed. He got lazy. He got reclusive and mean. One night, as my best friend and I were sitting outside enjoying the weather and rehashing our day at work, we got a phone call from Jim’s sister in law. My best friend’s husband is a respected detective for the local police department, and the sister in law asked us to please call him and send him to such and such address. That night, they found out that Jim had been abusing his step daughter from the first day he’d married her mother. Which was shortly before the outing to the cemetery.
Some would think this and the scratches had no connection, but I genuinely believe that whatever was out there knew he was foul.
It knew he was evil.
And it didn’t want him there either .
