Throughout my life, I would experience plenty of ghostly
phenomena and I’ve had direct contact with plenty of
demonic spirits. I was once a preacher and wasn’t afraid
of demons or ghosts. I’ve been involved in exorcisms,
whereby some of the demons, upon being expelled made the
hideous sounds upon leaving, I’ve never heard any animal
that sound like those demons leaving a persons soul, it’s
very frightening.
I’ve seen shadows on the wall made by
demons. I myself was once possessed by a demon before I
started my ministry. My wife and I have heard loud
footsteps from a deceased friend from our neighborhood
just dropping in to say “hello”, I’ve heard banging noise
from angry spirits that vibrated my whole house! I’ve
encountered so many hauntings, seen plenty of ghosts and
personally dealt with plenty of ghosts and demons. Each
story is so haunting that I feel I could write a book.
But, I will tell you a story of my first haunting.
Because my first haunting is the one that scared me the
most.
Usually, when I verbally tell people of my first
haunting, they don’t believe me. In fact, it’s hard to
believe but, it did happen, just as I write it. I have an
explanation as to how this happened. But, first, please
read my first haunting story; that I titled “The Little
Red Rocking Chair”.
My first haunting started when I was about six years old.
I was raised at Park Place, Brooklyn, New York from 1953
to 1962. I played with a particular clown doll, that was
most unusual in it’s appearance, it’s face was fully
painted like a clown and it’s hat was long and pointed
with a small ball on top and it stood straight up. That
doll was quite haunting just looking at it, especially,
his smile, but for some reason that was my favorite doll.
For some reason, I loved to play with that doll and
nothing else. I didn’t want to play with the neighborhood
kids. I was a lonely child and most of my day was rocking
in my little red rocking chair, usually, all day and I
would day dream, but I always had my favorite clown doll. My mother recently told me that she gave me the clown
doll and my little red rocking chair, that would explain
my fascination for the clown doll and my little red
rocking chair, it’s because I longed to be with my
mother, but was raised by my aunt and uncle. My aunt and
uncle raised me because my father was killed in a car
accident when I was just one years old. My mother
couldn’t afford raising two children alone and sent my
brother to North Carolina to live with her sister and
bother-in-law. However, I stayed in New York with my
father’s sister and her husband. My aunt thought that I
was missing out of my childhood by rocking in that chair
and playing with the clown doll all day, but I had my
reasons. I kept rocking and playing with my doll.
One evening, my uncle was out all night playing cards with
his friends. Usually, when my uncle was out for the
night, my aunt would ask me to sleep with her and this
particular evening she woke me from my sleep and asked me
to sleep with her, of course, I obliged. I now believe
that my aunt may have seen ghosts in her bedroom and was
afraid to sleep alone. My little red rocking chair was
in her bedroom near the window and there was a flower in a
flower pot on the windowsill, my clown doll was sitting in
the little red rocking chair facing the window and the
flowers.
I was very sleepy when my aunt woke me to sleep with her
and it took no time for me to fall to sleep in her bed.
For some reason, I was woken around three o’clock that
morning and heard my chair rocking, rocking, by itself!
My clown doll was in that chair and as I turned my head in
the direction of the rocking chair I witnessed the most
profound thing that has haunted me from that evening; my
clown doll was rocking in the chair and playing with
the flowers on the windowsill! The moon reflection gave the
most frighten silhouette image. The shadow of my doll
rocking in my rocking chair and moving around like a
person, playing with the flowers terrified me! I couldn’t
believe my eyes, I was not dreaming, this was real life
and I was really scared like never before, but my fears
would heighten when the doll stopped rocking and turned
it’s head in my direction. My heart stopped. My doll was
looking in my direction and proceeded to get out of the
rocking chair and walk in my direction! Immediately, I
pulled the covers over my head and held close to my aunt
with fear that I never thought possible! So much was
going though my mind that evening, like what would I do if
my clown doll pulled the covers off me and my aunt or will
my doll get in bed with me?.
That night was the longest night of my life. The fear of
my clown doll pulling the covers from me froze me with
fear and sweat dripping madly from my body. I truly thank
God that my clown doll never touched the covers. What
seemed like hours later I finally fell back to sleep, of
course hugging very close to my aunt. When I woke up in
the morning, I found my doll still sitting in my little
red rocking chair, with the most hideous smile on it’s
face! I screamed like a baby and asked my aunt to remove
the clown doll from my little red rocking chair and to
please; "throw that doll away"!
I never told my aunt this
story and I never saw that doll again until about 40 years
later when a co-worker bought a clown doll from the
website, they were selling old dolls from the 50’s over
the internet and a co-worker brought the same doll! The
doll was delivered wrapped and he unwrapped the doll in
the office, (it had the same hideous smile of it’s face)
as soon as I saw that doll, I asked my co-worker to please
put it away immediately and explained my childhood fears
surrounding that clown doll. This is a true story.
Now here’s my explanation; through my ministry years, I’ve
been involved with many demons and angels. I’ve seen
things move around my apartment as though someone was there
moving the objects themselves. In fact, poltergeist
activities has been known to throw or move items around,
therefore, mischievous spirits, can make things like dolls
move at their will.
Submitted From: Jerry E. Spivey, NY, USA
