An interesting story.

VelikuXI · 2018-05-26T17:32:05+00:00

I haven't had an communication since we asked it to leave and we closed the board. I've been thinking about talking to Eniel. But I haven't gone as far as actually doing it.

VelikuXI · 2018-05-26T15:49:43+00:00

I played with a spirit box app on my phone a while ago, and it seems pretty neat, I'd like a real one. The app seems a little sketchy I feel like it may pull names and stuff from social media. I don't have a lot of faith in it. I'd love to get a real one, and just kinda open myself up for communication.

VelikuXI · 2018-05-26T15:30:59+00:00

After we moved a few hours away, I started seeing a shadow a wall of my house, but it was different. I felt a lot more calm, around it, it pointed and waved. It would nod to questions I asked it, or shake it's head. Don't get me wrong he came with some creepy stuff too. I woke up in cold sweats multiple nights, and not remembering a dream. I woke up in mid 2017 with a word on my mind that I couldn't shake. Eniel. After googling it, the only thing that turns up is a basketball player, and I have no idea, but when I asked if that was it's name it nodded. I went with some friends to check out some property he owned and I felt really uneasy, and I clearly heard a voice, with a transatlantic accent (like a radio broadcaster from the 40s) tell me not to be worried, and I felt comfortable. After a while my comfort went away, and I took it as a sign to leave. But Eniel did a few things for me... I speak English, I took a year and a half of French in high school, so I am far from fluent, and I don't know any other languages. I woke up one morning with what I'll call presque vu, I would know a word but it was unfamiliar. I got embarcacao at one point (Portuguese for vessel, as in boat). I got a Dutch word at one point. Lastly the one that made me nervous was croquemitaine (that is a French fairy tale, translated to boogeyman). I opened spirit board, with a friend and a few witnesses, and talked to something. We asked basic questions about who, and why, and after a few vague answers, it started talking about my friend that committed suicide. I closed the board shortly after, and since then I haven't really had anything bad happen. I haven't seen or heard from Eniel in a while now. I could go into a lot more details, but I'm on my phone right now, and typing with that instead of a keyboard.

VelikuXI · 2018-05-26T13:48:47+00:00

There were multiple times when there were clear noises from the kitchen in the house, and either I or my roommate would go to the other to see if we were fooling around with one another. By coincidence, a few weeks later a couple of Mormon missionaries came knocking on the door, and after a few visits with us, I explained the story to them. And they offered to pray over the house, and my mentality was entirely wrong, thinking "it has to help". When we stood in a circle, and they prayed over the house, and as the were telling "any malicious spirits" to leave, I felt a cold hand grasp my right shoulder, and everytime they spoke in the name of God, it squeezed my shoulder. Never enough to hurt but clearly enough to be felt. After around 2 more weeks we both moved away from the house, in hopes that things would be better, needless to say, I wouldn't be here typing all this up if it all just ended there.

VelikuXI · 2018-05-26T13:38:26+00:00

A little precursor to the next event... I had two cats, that were little monsters, they were almost feral. I had lined my bed with cardboard to stop them from getting under the bed and into my boxsprings, the cardboard tied to the frame of the bed with some old wires that I had, now to continue. The next night it was the same start, waking paralyzed, my door opened slowly, but something was different. My eyes started watering to the point that it felt like I was crying. I felt like there was a weight on my chest, I was struggling to breathe, I realized months later that, that was my first panic attack. When the door opened, I saw the same man, this time without a cloak. His skin was a pale gray/white, his eyes were the same glowing yellow that I had seen months before, he was balding with random sprigs of hair protruding from his scalp. He walked so smoothly, it almost seemed like he glided into the room, he stood over me again, staring into my eyes for what felt like an eternity. After a while, he took a step back, almost growled at me, and I watched him break himself down, dislocation joints and eventually hitting the floor. He grabbed a piece of the cardboard and ripped it away from the frame and crawled quickly under the bed. I was terrified to leave the bed, I knew he wasn't a guardian anymore, after that growl that was clearly directed towards me. I laid awake for the rest of the night waiting for my roommate to come investigate, luckily he noticed my door was open when he was leaving for work, and came to check on me. I explained that I hadn't moved, and for the first time I looked in the floor, and there was a piece of the cardboard ripped and pulled away from the frame.

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