It was just a day or two after that initial encounter with whatever that “presence” was, that my wife once again called to me to come upstairs.
Just like the previous time, she was agitated. “It’s come back,” she said. I didn’t need to ask what she meant. This time I could sense it. Cold. Evil. It made me shudder. And there was a sense of fear starting to rise up in me. [ Read the full article … ]