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The Evil in Kansas
• THE END...(This is the end of the story, in Kansas, as far as it's major incidents.. Yes, tons of other stuff happened that I couldn't put down here..
The car I'd purchased from my father, finally gave up, and I sold it to the neighbors. (who just happened to be a preacher, that was constantly trying to convert me) While trying numerous times to get the car hooked to another truck to tow, it would not go! He jokingly said it needed to be exorcized, which apon hearing this and watching the fiasco, I suddenly knew he shouldn't have said that, something bad was going to happen! On their last try, the car suddenly jerked up and back, pinning his son between it's back bumper, and the front bumper of his son's truck, almost crushing him. Another time, right after moving in, I had gone upstairs to find Ivy leaning out my open bedroom window, for what? I don't know, but I just barely caught her by her ankle, before she fell. The following July we moved back to Phoenix, leaving what I couldn't get packed in the house, which was a lot. During the following year's, I began to have sleep paralysis, and quite often. My drinking got worse, and I didn't care what others thought. I was a shitty mother during this time, and we almost became homeless . I finally was able to quit drinking during this time. I got back with my children's father, who from then until what we've found out, has said numerous times, that there is something different, off about me. He says that he thinks there's an evil attached to me. I used to argue with him until recently.. We have an on again off again relationship, and it's always a strain.. At around 16 or 17, Ivy began having sleep paralysis as well, and seeing a dark shadow in her room, watching her. I myself saw something crouched in a corner, during a terrible episode of S. P., that was still there AFTER I woke up! Then, what I considered the worse, yet wasn't, 4 years ago, I became homeless. I can't blame that on anyone but myself, I took my family for granted, and had no savings, and both my kids were adults, and not going to put up with my shit any longer. My Anger and attitude had changed so dramatically, even I was stunned at myself many times. I've lost pretty much any friends because of it and my mouth that lacks a filter. Neither one of my kids speak to me anymore... **** So here's what happened that made ALL OF US, the kids, their dad, and finally myself believe that when we lived in that house, Ian and I had both been possessed. I had also become oppressed with an entity that has been lurking within this entire time, we think. I didn't come to this conclusion, Ian and Ivy did and informed me. This after Ivy had a terrible, lucid nightmare , about an incident she never told me about, last June. ******** "Can you talk?" , the text from Ivy read. I'd been staying at their fathers house during the summer, as you can't survive anywhere in the open desert days on end, when the temperature daily exceeds 115 or more. My mother-in-law, hates me and always has, and the feeling is pretty much mutual, for the most part. So, me staying at his place had and has been a Herculean effort in Ninja tactics. I've learned TONS, living off grid, alone in the desert, and one of them is to not be seen or heard. I quickly texted back. "Give me 5 minutes, and I'll call you", to which she agreed. I relished any chance I got to talk to her. Married, and with a daughter of her own, our relationship, since she'd turned 18, had been extremely rocky. She had been the one person I'd used the most, living together in a house with her and her fiancé, but I never worked during that time. They'd kicked me out one day, after my temper, and mouth shot off, and I was completely on my own. It, I'd always thought, was my own god damned fault, and I'd gotten what I'd deserved! I was the only family member, not invited to my only daughters wedding.... But what came next, left me wondering ... I called her, after slipping quietly outside. "So, I had a dream about the house in Kansas, this morning.", She started without any minor chit chat. "A nightmare actually.", she started after a pause. " Oh? ", Was all I got out. " Well it was like I was there again, reliving something that happened a few times", she began to tell me. " Go on, Hun", I replied. Over the years, I'd found out tiny bits here and there about things that had happened to the kids, I never knew, that they hadn't shared. I wish sometimes, I had known then, maybe I could have done something, anything! " Well, it was on one of the nights you were up in your room, drinking and you had your stereo up so loud as usual, and I was laying on the couch facing the stairs trying to sleep when something started coming down the stairs towards me." her voice was strong, unwavering. " Oh wow, that is freaking scary! What'd it look like, bug", I inquired. I enjoyed talking to her, but when this subject came up, I generally shied away from it. Nineteen years had passed, and I was still shaming my family. Kansas and anything related, usually just made me feel terrible. " Mom. This wasn't just a dream my mind made up from bits of memories. This actually happened! I dreamed about something that happened a few times, to both me and Ian! ", I heard a tiny hint of my little girl at four years old, crying out, mixed with the young woman's voice that I had raised. I began to pay better...
The car I'd purchased from my father, finally gave up, and I sold it to the neighbors. (who just happened to be a preacher, that was constantly trying to convert me) While trying numerous times to get the car hooked to another truck to tow, it would not go! He jokingly said it needed to be exorcized, which apon hearing this and watching the fiasco, I suddenly knew he shouldn't have said that, something bad was going to happen! On their last try, the car suddenly jerked up and back, pinning his son between it's back bumper, and the front bumper of his son's truck, almost crushing him. Another time, right after moving in, I had gone upstairs to find Ivy leaning out my open bedroom window, for what? I don't know, but I just barely caught her by her ankle, before she fell. The following July we moved back to Phoenix, leaving what I couldn't get packed in the house, which was a lot. During the following year's, I began to have sleep paralysis, and quite often. My drinking got worse, and I didn't care what others thought. I was a shitty mother during this time, and we almost became homeless . I finally was able to quit drinking during this time. I got back with my children's father, who from then until what we've found out, has said numerous times, that there is something different, off about me. He says that he thinks there's an evil attached to me. I used to argue with him until recently.. We have an on again off again relationship, and it's always a strain.. At around 16 or 17, Ivy began having sleep paralysis as well, and seeing a dark shadow in her room, watching her. I myself saw something crouched in a corner, during a terrible episode of S. P., that was still there AFTER I woke up! Then, what I considered the worse, yet wasn't, 4 years ago, I became homeless. I can't blame that on anyone but myself, I took my family for granted, and had no savings, and both my kids were adults, and not going to put up with my shit any longer. My Anger and attitude had changed so dramatically, even I was stunned at myself many times. I've lost pretty much any friends because of it and my mouth that lacks a filter. Neither one of my kids speak to me anymore... **** So here's what happened that made ALL OF US, the kids, their dad, and finally myself believe that when we lived in that house, Ian and I had both been possessed. I had also become oppressed with an entity that has been lurking within this entire time, we think. I didn't come to this conclusion, Ian and Ivy did and informed me. This after Ivy had a terrible, lucid nightmare , about an incident she never told me about, last June. ******** "Can you talk?" , the text from Ivy read. I'd been staying at their fathers house during the summer, as you can't survive anywhere in the open desert days on end, when the temperature daily exceeds 115 or more. My mother-in-law, hates me and always has, and the feeling is pretty much mutual, for the most part. So, me staying at his place had and has been a Herculean effort in Ninja tactics. I've learned TONS, living off grid, alone in the desert, and one of them is to not be seen or heard. I quickly texted back. "Give me 5 minutes, and I'll call you", to which she agreed. I relished any chance I got to talk to her. Married, and with a daughter of her own, our relationship, since she'd turned 18, had been extremely rocky. She had been the one person I'd used the most, living together in a house with her and her fiancé, but I never worked during that time. They'd kicked me out one day, after my temper, and mouth shot off, and I was completely on my own. It, I'd always thought, was my own god damned fault, and I'd gotten what I'd deserved! I was the only family member, not invited to my only daughters wedding.... But what came next, left me wondering ... I called her, after slipping quietly outside. "So, I had a dream about the house in Kansas, this morning.", She started without any minor chit chat. "A nightmare actually.", she started after a pause. " Oh? ", Was all I got out. " Well it was like I was there again, reliving something that happened a few times", she began to tell me. " Go on, Hun", I replied. Over the years, I'd found out tiny bits here and there about things that had happened to the kids, I never knew, that they hadn't shared. I wish sometimes, I had known then, maybe I could have done something, anything! " Well, it was on one of the nights you were up in your room, drinking and you had your stereo up so loud as usual, and I was laying on the couch facing the stairs trying to sleep when something started coming down the stairs towards me." her voice was strong, unwavering. " Oh wow, that is freaking scary! What'd it look like, bug", I inquired. I enjoyed talking to her, but when this subject came up, I generally shied away from it. Nineteen years had passed, and I was still shaming my family. Kansas and anything related, usually just made me feel terrible. " Mom. This wasn't just a dream my mind made up from bits of memories. This actually happened! I dreamed about something that happened a few times, to both me and Ian! ", I heard a tiny hint of my little girl at four years old, crying out, mixed with the young woman's voice that I had raised. I began to pay better...
