This story is true and happened exactly as I am telling you in Tulsa,Oklahoma.
I was 20 years old then and had already had a lifetime full of paranormal experiences, encounters with ghosts, evil spirits, demons and haunted houses, but NOTHING could have prepared me for what was to happen that spring and summer in my apartment for you see, I believe that dark forces claimed the life of my very best friend and roommate at the time. His name was Vince and he was 26.
We moved into apartment No.103 of the Phoenix apartments on 24th street in Tulsa, Oklahoma around mid march. I guess I should have been suspicious when the on-site leasing agent was all too eager to rent to me without so much as a credit check or cleaning deposit. So we settled in to our bargain apartment and within two weeks bad things started to happen.Vince (my roommate) was (although I didn't know it at the time) heavily into the occult, Ouija boards, seances....etc and he was also in contact with a spirit called "Abehew" who Vince said would send him out on "missions" to "save the world" stop accidents, prevent crimes and murders etc...before they happened. Vince and a friend of his named Darlene would use a Ouija board in our apartment to plot these "interventions with destiny" while I was gone or at work. I many times walked in on their sessions and instantly every hair on my head and the back of my neck would stand straight up and I knew that I was standing in the very presence of evil. There were times when their Ouija board would spell out "die David (me), die" and other threats toward me, cursing me, cursing god, and especially cursing my belief in god. Well, they would leave to go on their "missions" and I would, of course stay at home. This was when the physical manifestations would start. I initially thought that they were just bad dreams, but then quickly came to realize they were real.
Here is my experiences:
It happened every time they went out on their missions and I was alone......
I am sleeping and am awakened by the smell of a cake baking, and pots and pans rattling in the kitchen. I'd smell vanilla and my mind is instantly drawn to happy memories of granny in the kitchen baking me a homemade cake. But granny is not what comes down the hallway to torment me. Instead, this thing is the upper half of a scarecrow cut off at the waist (no lower
half) floating in midair. It is shouting at and cursing me. I am now paralyzed laying on my back and something is pressing heavily on my chest, forcing my air out. The room is starting to spin and I realize that I must get air soon or I will die.I think that if I can just say out loud the lord's prayer that I will be fine, but the only thing that will come out of my own mouth is a horrible demonic sounding screeching noise.The scarecrow is now storming around my bedroom knocking entire shelves over, knocking the desk over and things are flying everywhere in this whirlwind in the center of the room. I am finally able to gasp out...."Our father...who art in heaven....hallowed be they name..." this angers the scarecrow but he knows that he has to go
soon. The whirlwind stops spinning, the books and shelves right themselves and things start moving exactly where they were before. My chest is released and I start gasping in air.The scarecrow disappears down the hall and presumably goes back to hell where he came from. I know that my roommate will be home very soon because these experiences always ends right before he gets back home.
Normally when Vince would come home, he would tell me what quest the Ouija board had sent him and Darlene out on that night and the results of their mission. One night it was to prevent a car accident which indeed did happen but instead of the intended victim(s) it seems that a fully loaded semi loomed out of absolutely nowhere and broadsided them. They were banged up pretty bad, but didn't need medical attention. This occurred from spring through summer until in late July. I again had this experience and as it stopped I anticipated Vince's return any minute but instead the phone rang and my heart sank. I just knew it couldn't be good news.....
The Tulsa police were on the phone asking me to come down to a park to identify a body.....It was indeed Vince. I would rather just glance over the crime scene details because it still haunts me to this very second. Unbeknownst to me, Vince had also been a small time pot and heroin dealer (I swear I had NO knowledge) and what had happened at the park was a drug deal gone bad. All I know is that they tied him up and executed him, whereas hours before he had been consulting with the Ouija board and spirits as to what kind of mission they should send him out on.
They eventually caught the guy who did it and all he said was that he felt Satan made him do it somehow.
I have several more stories, none quite as heavy as this one though. If any of you kind folks would like to get in touch with me, if it's alright with the publishers of this page you can email me.
Submitted from: Dave, Portland, Oregon