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The Prophecy- Chapter 1 The Bloody man in The Drain
"They say you dont remember your dreams and nightmares longer than the day you wake up from them"
It never really effected me until things started to become true. Ive denied the existence for as long as I could because nobody wants to sound like a nutcase. I remember it in pieces like broken puzzle pieces that show the whole picture once ive put them all together. Whatever happened those 7 days changed my entire outlook on life. The only way to tell the best representation is to tell it from my personal perspective and experience here we go...
I could feel my body floating weightless above the beautiful trees and flowers. I had no worries. It was then it changed i felt like I was falling towards the ground from planes above. explosions filled the air. Blood curdling screams filled the air. Poor human beings were being burnt alive and i was watching and listening to it as it happened. I remember a voice breaking threw the void. "Anthony, If you can hear me squeeze my hand" I squeezed as hard as I could leaned over and screamed "They are killing us!!" It was then i realized i was unfire along with my plane as I fell into the brush it broke my fall and the fire. "It will all make sense one day" A voice from within told me. The drs got me out of the brush and trees only to take me back to thier office. Being wheeled in I realized it wasnt a hospital but it was a testing grounds. Like nazi Germany they were performing experiments on us. Fiberoptic wires were being shoved into my urethra and the pain was too much. This was a new way they would control us. As i noticed one of the 1rst victims who no longer had control of his body. I told them they would have to kill me and so they shoved 3 AA batteries down my throat and made me swallow them. The void was being breached once again "Anthony, squeeze my hand if you can hear me?" I lunged toward the dr grabbing his tie and suite batteries in my stomach they are killing me! With the snap of the fingers everything went black. "You are here for a good reason. He chose you you know." As if this voice was trying to tell me I was some new form of jesus. I mocked him , and asked well if hes so great why is he burning everything? becuase without the darkness there is no light. You remember the drain dont you? What the fuck is this angel voice talking about I thought to myself. It was then I felt like I had been shown a 1960s america. massive toxic waste was being pumped into the sewers. I fell in I tried to hold on but the current was violent whipping me around when i finally made it out a large pipe i noticed everything had lead in it every pipe was rusty lead material and this is what was causing the sickness in the city. My home city. It felt like once i understood i was moved to the next part. Unfortunately for me this ment id come face to face with an evil that I cannot put into words. I was right there in the bathroom watching this man take a straight razor to his wrists and draining them into the sink while he laughed an evil laughter. only this wasnt just any home, it was my childhood 1rat home. We moved when I was 3 years old so I remember very little but no doubt it was the house and it also was no doubt this was the spirit that terrorized my family in the 1980s. Almost taking my brothers eye out and other poltergeist activities. I could see the giant porcelain sink bubble up with blood. I could hear his demonic voice in the blood bubbles. "Remember Im gonna Get You!! The drain is gonna bring you to me!! It shouted spraying blood all over the ceiling. Thankfully i was whisked away back to land of the living. In the hospital I had been in and out of consciousness three times, this was one of those times. I never gave the "dream" much thought until much later like 5 years later in fact. He came to me in a nightmare showing me his face face and intent. He wanted to kill my family. About a year goes by while im sorting through some photos i come across a poloroid of us 2 kids taking a bath in the bathtub with my father. I was 1 or 2 and my brother 3 or 4 years old. My mother had taken the photo at the "old house" I seen it 100 times but never noticed the "face" It gave me chills and still does. Theres a face of a man whos in his 30s or 40s with a grimice smirk on his face. It looked nothing like my father. I trued everything i could to debunk it, but i couldnt. It was him! it was him, because i remember that face from the nightmare in the hospital and the one years later. It brought back an old memory of mine the firat week in the new home i was terrified of the bathtub because "the drain was gonna suck me down" were my exact words. I was so hysterical my mother had to console me. i remember it but i dont remember why i acted or said that, but im beginning to think "he" had something to do with it. All the research brought up nothing other than a man died in that home a few yrs prior to my family renting it. I talked with clairvoyants who have told me he is not human that he is a "wind spirit " that attaches himself to darkness and feeds off of mysery bringing more. My father always spoke of a "black gaurdian angel" black as in the angel isnt angel like as much as horrible things happen to anyone who double crosses him. In the picture my father was happy and vulnerable today hes mean bitter and vindictive. Could it have latched itself onto him? I dont know if i want to know..
It never really effected me until things started to become true. Ive denied the existence for as long as I could because nobody wants to sound like a nutcase. I remember it in pieces like broken puzzle pieces that show the whole picture once ive put them all together. Whatever happened those 7 days changed my entire outlook on life. The only way to tell the best representation is to tell it from my personal perspective and experience here we go...
I could feel my body floating weightless above the beautiful trees and flowers. I had no worries. It was then it changed i felt like I was falling towards the ground from planes above. explosions filled the air. Blood curdling screams filled the air. Poor human beings were being burnt alive and i was watching and listening to it as it happened. I remember a voice breaking threw the void. "Anthony, If you can hear me squeeze my hand" I squeezed as hard as I could leaned over and screamed "They are killing us!!" It was then i realized i was unfire along with my plane as I fell into the brush it broke my fall and the fire. "It will all make sense one day" A voice from within told me. The drs got me out of the brush and trees only to take me back to thier office. Being wheeled in I realized it wasnt a hospital but it was a testing grounds. Like nazi Germany they were performing experiments on us. Fiberoptic wires were being shoved into my urethra and the pain was too much. This was a new way they would control us. As i noticed one of the 1rst victims who no longer had control of his body. I told them they would have to kill me and so they shoved 3 AA batteries down my throat and made me swallow them. The void was being breached once again "Anthony, squeeze my hand if you can hear me?" I lunged toward the dr grabbing his tie and suite batteries in my stomach they are killing me! With the snap of the fingers everything went black. "You are here for a good reason. He chose you you know." As if this voice was trying to tell me I was some new form of jesus. I mocked him , and asked well if hes so great why is he burning everything? becuase without the darkness there is no light. You remember the drain dont you? What the fuck is this angel voice talking about I thought to myself. It was then I felt like I had been shown a 1960s america. massive toxic waste was being pumped into the sewers. I fell in I tried to hold on but the current was violent whipping me around when i finally made it out a large pipe i noticed everything had lead in it every pipe was rusty lead material and this is what was causing the sickness in the city. My home city. It felt like once i understood i was moved to the next part. Unfortunately for me this ment id come face to face with an evil that I cannot put into words. I was right there in the bathroom watching this man take a straight razor to his wrists and draining them into the sink while he laughed an evil laughter. only this wasnt just any home, it was my childhood 1rat home. We moved when I was 3 years old so I remember very little but no doubt it was the house and it also was no doubt this was the spirit that terrorized my family in the 1980s. Almost taking my brothers eye out and other poltergeist activities. I could see the giant porcelain sink bubble up with blood. I could hear his demonic voice in the blood bubbles. "Remember Im gonna Get You!! The drain is gonna bring you to me!! It shouted spraying blood all over the ceiling. Thankfully i was whisked away back to land of the living. In the hospital I had been in and out of consciousness three times, this was one of those times. I never gave the "dream" much thought until much later like 5 years later in fact. He came to me in a nightmare showing me his face face and intent. He wanted to kill my family. About a year goes by while im sorting through some photos i come across a poloroid of us 2 kids taking a bath in the bathtub with my father. I was 1 or 2 and my brother 3 or 4 years old. My mother had taken the photo at the "old house" I seen it 100 times but never noticed the "face" It gave me chills and still does. Theres a face of a man whos in his 30s or 40s with a grimice smirk on his face. It looked nothing like my father. I trued everything i could to debunk it, but i couldnt. It was him! it was him, because i remember that face from the nightmare in the hospital and the one years later. It brought back an old memory of mine the firat week in the new home i was terrified of the bathtub because "the drain was gonna suck me down" were my exact words. I was so hysterical my mother had to console me. i remember it but i dont remember why i acted or said that, but im beginning to think "he" had something to do with it. All the research brought up nothing other than a man died in that home a few yrs prior to my family renting it. I talked with clairvoyants who have told me he is not human that he is a "wind spirit " that attaches himself to darkness and feeds off of mysery bringing more. My father always spoke of a "black gaurdian angel" black as in the angel isnt angel like as much as horrible things happen to anyone who double crosses him. In the picture my father was happy and vulnerable today hes mean bitter and vindictive. Could it have latched itself onto him? I dont know if i want to know..
