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The Evil in Kansas
Part 3
† Note for the readers...
Part 3 doesn't have any major events happening in it, but it is vital to the story and detrimental to what was coming next.
My control over myself and what was to come would at this point begin to be taken away from me due to the stress caused by what was going on with neighbors, talk behind my back, and what was coming next from the State. Slowly and irrevocably, I began to be broken down, making me weak and allow "things" to start taking control.
If all you want to do is read about the spirits, you can skip part 3. But you might actually want to read it because it will help the story make more sense.
Part 4 , I promise, we'll scare the shit out of you.. It scares the shit out of me, even to this day...†
*****
What the hell is wrong with small town America!? Until I was 10, I grew up in these small, midwest farming towns. Most are big on the "Bible pushing", but it seems 98% of the people living in these towns, can't follow some of The Bible's simplest messages... "Judge not, less ye be judged", "Do unto others, as you would have done into you", etc..
Mostly, it seems people in these towns, have nothing better to do, but cause drama, talk shit, and make others lives a living hell.
What follows is a series of events, that began to break me down mentally and emotionally, and downright destroy Ian in the same.
As if finding out that your house is potentially haunted wasn't enough, the following events would make what was in our home have the ability to really take control and overpower us.
I've suffered from migraines since I was 10, diagnosed with them as well as what's referred to as, "cluster headaches". If you don't know what cluster headaches are, or never experienced one, thank whatever deities you believe in.
Experts refer to them as, "The Suicide Pain". They are so excruciating, some people have killed themselves just to stop the pain from having them. They do not know what causes or how to treat them. Today they experiment with LSD as a form of doing so and that has seemed to help some, though I never liked frying out on acid, and usually only get a cluster headache about once, or twice a year.
Things had been quiet for about maybe a week. Early on a Monday morning around 3:00 a.m. I woke with a slight throbbing at the base of my skull and I knew exactly what was to come. I curled up in the corner of the couch, covered my head with a pillow and waited. Migraine. Somewhere in there I managed to doze off through the pain.
Usually I was able to get Ian up and dressed out the door for school. He would then walk the quarter mile to his elementary school. This particular morning, I was unable to even move from the couch due to my pain.
I was awoken by a pounding on my front door, we all know that sound of knocking when it sounds like the police are about to break in?
BANG! BANG! BANG!
My front door shook, but still it was nothing compared to the pound even my head. I sluggishly tried to get up off the couch, it took me a few minutes and I made my way to the front door. Of course the bright morning sunlight blinded me. Tears stung my eyes. I opened it to find the school's principle, as well as the school counselor, standing there with a big clipboard in her hand, ink pin ready, and glaring at me.
"Yeah?", I stammered.
"Can I help you?" I inquired, trying not to cry.
The looks on their faces told me they assumed I was either on drugs, drunk or both. I looked at them and waited.
The principal, Mr Gower, looked at me, shook his head negatively and barked, "Where's Ian at Miss Purdy?"my head hurt, I was in so much pain! And all could say was, "what time is it?"
Again that look. He acted like he was speaking to someone in a mental ward.
"Do you know what day it is, Miss Purdy?"
"Well yeah, it's Monday!", I said.
" I asked you what time is was".
He said, glaring,"It's after 10:00. Where's your son?"he demanded.
I said, "You'll have to excuse me, I suffer from migraines and I was unable to get him up for school this morning. I didn't realize what time it was", I stated quietly. I felt like a little mouse about to be devoured by two angry felines. Again here were looks of disgust and disbelief, that told me they didn't believe a word I said. I obviously was lying and on some type of drug or under the influence of something. I couldn't even get mad my head hurts so bad.
I said, "Well I'm sorry! I just was unable to get him up!"
He said, "Well if you get him dressed and ready, will take him to school from here".
Why were they making such a big deal about this!? In Phoenix they wouldn't have even bothered to come to the house. I wanted them to just go away so I could go back to sleep.
"I can bring him down to the school when he gets up", I said beginning to shut the door. Again one of those looks.
"No we can take it from here, we'll wait while you get him ready".
"Fine, wait then!" I rose my voice and shut the door in their face.
"Mom can I just stay home with you", I heard Ian from behind. They had woken both kids up.
"I'm sorry kiddo but I think you better go. I'm sorry.. I'd let you...
† Note for the readers...
Part 3 doesn't have any major events happening in it, but it is vital to the story and detrimental to what was coming next.
My control over myself and what was to come would at this point begin to be taken away from me due to the stress caused by what was going on with neighbors, talk behind my back, and what was coming next from the State. Slowly and irrevocably, I began to be broken down, making me weak and allow "things" to start taking control.
If all you want to do is read about the spirits, you can skip part 3. But you might actually want to read it because it will help the story make more sense.
Part 4 , I promise, we'll scare the shit out of you.. It scares the shit out of me, even to this day...†
*****
What the hell is wrong with small town America!? Until I was 10, I grew up in these small, midwest farming towns. Most are big on the "Bible pushing", but it seems 98% of the people living in these towns, can't follow some of The Bible's simplest messages... "Judge not, less ye be judged", "Do unto others, as you would have done into you", etc..
Mostly, it seems people in these towns, have nothing better to do, but cause drama, talk shit, and make others lives a living hell.
What follows is a series of events, that began to break me down mentally and emotionally, and downright destroy Ian in the same.
As if finding out that your house is potentially haunted wasn't enough, the following events would make what was in our home have the ability to really take control and overpower us.
I've suffered from migraines since I was 10, diagnosed with them as well as what's referred to as, "cluster headaches". If you don't know what cluster headaches are, or never experienced one, thank whatever deities you believe in.
Experts refer to them as, "The Suicide Pain". They are so excruciating, some people have killed themselves just to stop the pain from having them. They do not know what causes or how to treat them. Today they experiment with LSD as a form of doing so and that has seemed to help some, though I never liked frying out on acid, and usually only get a cluster headache about once, or twice a year.
Things had been quiet for about maybe a week. Early on a Monday morning around 3:00 a.m. I woke with a slight throbbing at the base of my skull and I knew exactly what was to come. I curled up in the corner of the couch, covered my head with a pillow and waited. Migraine. Somewhere in there I managed to doze off through the pain.
Usually I was able to get Ian up and dressed out the door for school. He would then walk the quarter mile to his elementary school. This particular morning, I was unable to even move from the couch due to my pain.
I was awoken by a pounding on my front door, we all know that sound of knocking when it sounds like the police are about to break in?
BANG! BANG! BANG!
My front door shook, but still it was nothing compared to the pound even my head. I sluggishly tried to get up off the couch, it took me a few minutes and I made my way to the front door. Of course the bright morning sunlight blinded me. Tears stung my eyes. I opened it to find the school's principle, as well as the school counselor, standing there with a big clipboard in her hand, ink pin ready, and glaring at me.
"Yeah?", I stammered.
"Can I help you?" I inquired, trying not to cry.
The looks on their faces told me they assumed I was either on drugs, drunk or both. I looked at them and waited.
The principal, Mr Gower, looked at me, shook his head negatively and barked, "Where's Ian at Miss Purdy?"my head hurt, I was in so much pain! And all could say was, "what time is it?"
Again that look. He acted like he was speaking to someone in a mental ward.
"Do you know what day it is, Miss Purdy?"
"Well yeah, it's Monday!", I said.
" I asked you what time is was".
He said, glaring,"It's after 10:00. Where's your son?"he demanded.
I said, "You'll have to excuse me, I suffer from migraines and I was unable to get him up for school this morning. I didn't realize what time it was", I stated quietly. I felt like a little mouse about to be devoured by two angry felines. Again here were looks of disgust and disbelief, that told me they didn't believe a word I said. I obviously was lying and on some type of drug or under the influence of something. I couldn't even get mad my head hurts so bad.
I said, "Well I'm sorry! I just was unable to get him up!"
He said, "Well if you get him dressed and ready, will take him to school from here".
Why were they making such a big deal about this!? In Phoenix they wouldn't have even bothered to come to the house. I wanted them to just go away so I could go back to sleep.
"I can bring him down to the school when he gets up", I said beginning to shut the door. Again one of those looks.
"No we can take it from here, we'll wait while you get him ready".
"Fine, wait then!" I rose my voice and shut the door in their face.
"Mom can I just stay home with you", I heard Ian from behind. They had woken both kids up.
"I'm sorry kiddo but I think you better go. I'm sorry.. I'd let you...
