Glowing Yellow Eyes

He had been warned about the consequences for playing with the Wigi boy, yet
his friends brought along a board to the cemetery. What happens next was literally
a nightmare coming to life. My name is Edwin and here is Jordan true
scary story. I was about twelve thirteen at the time. Six or seven
of us decided to go on a late night bike ride, which was okay
my parents as long as they knew where I was going, who I was
with, they were fine with it. But we were supposed to be going
to the lake. We ended up taking a detour to Fairview Cemetery. She
told me about half a mile away from the lake, give or take.
And you know, when I was a kid and I used to watch or
scary movies with my dad, like the old Jason Vorhees, the old Freddy
Krueger movies. You know, it was great. But there was one thing
he always told me never to do, and that was messed with the Wigi
board. Never ever touch it, never even look at it. Stay away
from it. If you don't want to get freaked out, stay away from
the thing. We all go out to the cemetery and we ended up in
the older portion. I want to say, it's like the more north side
of it. Like when you first pull in there, it's like a wooded
area that opens up into a clearing, and the very first thing is like
old war veterans, like my great grandfather is buried there. And then you
get into the newer plot. It's sectioned off into four different areas, so
you have a new plot and then the additional add on for the new plot.
Then you can turn right. When you turn right, you'll come up
to the T and the left will be like the not as new and maybe
some older ones. But if you go far left, it'll take you all
the way to the back. Pretty much when the fairview had started, you
know, from the first burials there up until I can't even I want to
say one of the headstones and there was like nineteen eighteen. Yes it's fairly
old, and they ended up on the concrete crypt. One of my friends
pulled the Ouigi board out of his backpack. It was my buddy Brandon.
He watched something on TV and thought it was a hoax. Honestly, Ethan
was the other guy that was there. I thought he was the one messing
with me, but he got all hyped up about it, and you know,
I wanted to show off for the girls that we had there, And
it was it was Brandon's idea to start with, and then one of u,
it was Brienna's mom was a wickan or something like that, so she
had the board and told him about the salt and everything like that, which
they neglected to tell me. I was always a guinea pig as a kid.
After hearing what my dad had told me, I backed away from everything
instantly, you know, I walked up. I didn't want a part of
it. But what my dad neglected to tell me is even if you don't
want to play, you still have to stay inside the salt circle to keep
that level of protection on yourself so that nothing can attach to you. So
they made their little circle and they all lit candles and were sitting around there
giving each other a hard time, laugh and carrying on. And I was
maybe ten feet away with my back up against a tree, wanting no part
of it. They started doing their little thing. They were getting scared or
whatnot, and I started feeling a strange burning sensation in my back, and
I tried to reposition myself a couple times, thinking that it's just because leaning
up against this tree. That's the only reason why it's getting hot. And
then it started getting worse, you know, it started getting hotter, and
one point it felt like somebody was taking a hot knife and just ripping it
across my back. At that point, I freaked out, started walking towards
my group of friends and I felt a push. It was both shoulder blades.
Somebody was pushing me straight to the ground and I fell hit the ground,
got up and I yelled at my buddy Ethan, yeah, quit messing
around. It's not funny. This isn't cool anymore. And Ethan looked and
he had never left the circle with the group of everybody. So I got
terrified the least branded my bike, jumped on my bike and left everybody in
the dust. I ran as fast as I could. I pedaled as hard
as I could, as far away from there as possible, thinking that if
I put distance between myself and whatever happened there, that's where it would stay.
And that happened. It was a weekend night on a Saturday. I
rode all the way back home as fast as I could, a bee line
straight to the straight to my house, and I get home, used my
key to get in the house and let my dad and my parents know that
I got home safe. I go right to bed, you know, still
freaked out, but trying to nothing's happened. You know, it's going to
be okay. And it was the next night after that, as I was
laying in bed, around three four in the morning, I saw this creature
thing hunched over behind my bedroom door, ies sticking out. You can see
like the upper portion pretty much from his rib line to the top of its
head. I don't want to say, maybe only two and a half three
feet high, and it wasn't very big, but the glowing yellow eyes is
what really sticks with me. I woke up screaming, you know, terrified
after seeing this thing, thinking it was a dream. Both parents come running
into the house or into my room, you know, trying to figure out
what's going on. They get me calmed down. I was able to go
back to bed, you know, woke up, did my normal daily thing
during the summertime we didn't have school. But the next night, it was
round three in the morning. I had waken up in the middle of the
night in a cold sweat. I could have swore something was watching me.
Like something was right there. And the way my bedroom was set up is
my headboard was on the far side of the room. The bedroom door was
across the way, and it looked like something was crouched behind my bedroom door,
peeking at me with glowing yellow eyes. I screamed. My dad came
running in, followed by my mom, trying to figure out what was going
on, why it was going on. I just kept telling him there's something
in here watching me. When I'd go back, when they finally get me
called down and I'd go back to sleep, I wouldn't see it again.
But this happened a few times that week, at least every other day.
I was seeing this thing crouched down with the glowing yellow eyes in the room.
Terrified me as a kid. It still freaked me on to this day.
When I finally explained to my dad what had happened, it was,
you know, the next night or the night after. It would have been
Monday night. It didn't happen. Tuesday night, it happened again, same
thing, three four o'clock in the morning. Weird little creature thing with the
glowing yellow eyes sitting in my bedroom, you know, again screaming for my
parents finally get me calm down and go back to bed. Now, Wednesday
night, nothing happened. Thursday night it happened again, and it was just
me and my dad home. He comes running in there and I was crying,
and finally I explained to my dad what had happened, what I was
seeing across there, and you know, he turned, he'd loved made sure
there wasn't anything there. Then he looked at my back because I told him
about the burning sensation from leaning up on the tree, and there was about
six or seven pairs of three scratch marks that went, you know, with
each other, ranging from two two and a half inches in length, from
five to six all over my back. That that's what scared my dad.
I don't think I've seen that man turn pale ever in my life until he
saw that. That following we went to the local Catholic church and the preacher
in there had said quite a few prayers. I'm not sure if he was
doing like an exorcism or a cleansing. I was too young to really understand
what he was trying to do. I do remember I got sprinkled with holy
water, and then upon coming back to the house, my dad and I
did lapse through the whole house with burning sage to try and cleanse the house
of whatever followed me home from the cemetery. And after that night it felt
like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. And when I went to
bed that night, I no longer saw whatever. The little creature and to
tear or whatever it was sitting in the room did. I scarred me for
very long time. I'm I didn't talk to my friends anymore, went off
and did my own thing. It scared the life out of me for lack
of betters, and it lasted a solid week. Well, like, I
have no idea what the sing it. It looked like Schmiegel, kind of
hunched over and all like really thin, but the glowing yellow eyes. I
can still see those eyes to this day. It's like one of those things
that Okay, growing up watching Steve Irwin, they shine the light on the
alligators. Okay, that's an alligator or mountain lions out in the the mountains
or wherever you're at. But I have never in my life seen anything like.
Yeah, that happened, I want to say, fifteen sixteen years ago,
and it's still scary to this day. Yeah. It wasn't until I
got older when my dad explained to me that the three pairs of scratch marks
were an insult to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
It was pretty much mocking the Holy Trinity at that point. And I don't
want to say it was like a little demon there, but then again,
I really don't know. It looked weird, it had glowing yellow eyes,
and it terrified me. I'm still not really a fan of talking about it
too much now. I've never never seen it again. I've been back to
the cemetery, you know, during the daylight, and never really had that
something was trying to either pull me in or watching me from behind it somewhere.
Everything went back to normal after that. It's like, knowing what I
know now, it was probably like it was probably like a little demon or
like an imp or something like that, you know, not very big,
at least from what I could see. A strawnie, wiry looking thing,
big head with glowing eyes. Jordan's experience with Theluigi Born still haunts him,
but his experiences with the paranormal continue up next his terrifying account, I always
knew there was something out there that we couldn't explain. And I've been overseas
I've seen like man do terrible things to man. But when you get into
the supernatural and just from the Asian culture, how they view everything versus how
we antagonize it with the ghost hunter shows and stuff like that, it's always
really fascinated with you know me. But yeah, I'd rather stand in the
middle of a firefight than be haunted by half the things that are out there.
I want to say that my clairvoyance or you know, third eye is
still around few and far between versus when I was a kid, where it
just happened, and being a kid is innocent. But being the father of
two kids, I've realized that I've also passed it on to my children.
My daughter at three years old, just yelling at a ghost actually in the
house just up the road here, there was a ghost and she thought it
was being mean to my wife. She yelled at it to go away and
leave my wife alone. And that was the only thing that that happened.
Having your daughter, I mean, she was blunt, straight to the point,
got rid of it. Have no idea what it was. My dad
came all the way down from being a vista it was a half hour drive
from here, and did the whole cleansing the house with burning stage and everything,
just to be sure. But now I have to try and explain this
to my children. And you know, it's not all scary. There's a
lot of cool things that can happen. Now. My grandmother passed away eight
years ago, and I can go over to my grandfather's house, and if
I stayed the night there, I can go and drink coffee with my grandma
in the middle of the night and have a conversation with her, because she
never really laughed. She's there protecting the house, protecting my grandfather and making
sure every great grandkid that runs around that property is safe. She from the
grave. There's been a few times she'd make plain black coffee with those like
oatmeal icing cookies and the like. You could she'd pulled the little sleeve out
and take her two or three cookies and set them on the counter right next
to her coffee cup. And that's what hurt. That was her routine every
morning, little cookies, coffee. And you know, my grandfather still you
know how many times I have to put these cookies away just to eat the
cookies. Grandpa it's okay. They were married for forty fifty years before she
got cancer and I was actually on my way overseas when it happened, and
I wasn't able to come back for the funeral, so it was actually no,
it's nice to know that Grandma's still there and I still got the opportunity
to apologize for, you know, not being able to be there. So
it really helped with the closure at least for me. And then all the
holidays when the family gets together, her ashes are actually in the living room
and we'll nobody likes to admit it, especially my grandfather and my uncle,
but we all go in there and we talk to Grandma. She's still there.
Let her know that everybody's okay, everybody's healthy, everything's going on is
cool. She's in a better place, she's no longer in pain, but
we all know that she's still watching no matter what. Every year, my
grandfather and I would go in remembrance to the past Elks members of the Elks
Club here in town, and the week before memore Day, we'd go out
there and put flags on the past members that have passed away. I want
to say I started going with my grandfather to that when I was like six
or seven years old, you know, old enough that I could read a
map to figure out where all the headstones are and everything like that, and
put the flags down for the Elks members. And we were just past the
mid tier section, getting into starting to get into the older but newer portion
of it. And he was like a little boy with a bolt cut,
I want to say, he had a blue shirt or something like that,
like peeking out from behind a tree. And I had asked my grandfather if
I could go play with the kid. He said, I'm not thinking of
it, thinking that there's other families out here go play with, you know,
the kids, No big deal. Took my bundle of flags and everything
like that and let me go play. And I could never get very close
to the kid, but it's like he was trying to lead me into a
direction. And after you know, so long of being far away and my
grandfather not being able to see me, he'd yell and turn around and make
a bee line just straight to Grandpa. So I didn't get in trouble.
And it went on for four or five years. We had just finished up
in this old section and we're moving into the middle tier and I could see
the boy still, you know, peeking behind the trees or whatever, and
I asked my grandfather if I could go play again. So we go out
and I'm following him, and finally I end up in the middle section right
off the road. There was seven rows in and it was like the fifteenth
headstone and I think they call it like K section on the map of the
cemetery. Yeah, seven rows in. He was the fifteenth headstone. The
little white headstone had the lamb on top of it. And after that I
hadn't seen the little boy anymore. I Yes, I find the one hide
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