Glowing Yellow Eyes

He had been warned about the consequences for playing with the Wigi boy, yet his friends brought along a board to the cemetery. What happens next was literally a nightmare coming to life. My name is Edwin and here is Jordan true scary story. I was about twelve thirteen at the time. Six or seven of us decided to go on a late night bike ride, which was okay my parents as long as they knew where I was going, who I was with, they were fine with it. But we were supposed to be going to the lake. We ended up taking a detour to Fairview Cemetery. She told me about half a mile away from the lake, give or take. And you know, when I was a kid and I used to watch or scary movies with my dad, like the old Jason Vorhees, the old Freddy Krueger movies. You know, it was great. But there was one thing he always told me never to do, and that was messed with the Wigi board. Never ever touch it, never even look at it. Stay away from it. If you don't want to get freaked out, stay away from the thing. We all go out to the cemetery and we ended up in the older portion. I want to say, it's like the more north side of it. Like when you first pull in there, it's like a wooded area that opens up into a clearing, and the very first thing is like old war veterans, like my great grandfather is buried there. And then you get into the newer plot. It's sectioned off into four different areas, so you have a new plot and then the additional add on for the new plot. Then you can turn right. When you turn right, you'll come up to the T and the left will be like the not as new and maybe some older ones. But if you go far left, it'll take you all the way to the back. Pretty much when the fairview had started, you know, from the first burials there up until I can't even I want to say one of the headstones and there was like nineteen eighteen. Yes it's fairly old, and they ended up on the concrete crypt. One of my friends pulled the Ouigi board out of his backpack. It was my buddy Brandon. He watched something on TV and thought it was a hoax. Honestly, Ethan was the other guy that was there. I thought he was the one messing with me, but he got all hyped up about it, and you know, I wanted to show off for the girls that we had there, And it was it was Brandon's idea to start with, and then one of u, it was Brienna's mom was a wickan or something like that, so she had the board and told him about the salt and everything like that, which they neglected to tell me. I was always a guinea pig as a kid. After hearing what my dad had told me, I backed away from everything instantly, you know, I walked up. I didn't want a part of it. But what my dad neglected to tell me is even if you don't want to play, you still have to stay inside the salt circle to keep that level of protection on yourself so that nothing can attach to you. So they made their little circle and they all lit candles and were sitting around there giving each other a hard time, laugh and carrying on. And I was maybe ten feet away with my back up against a tree, wanting no part of it. They started doing their little thing. They were getting scared or whatnot, and I started feeling a strange burning sensation in my back, and I tried to reposition myself a couple times, thinking that it's just because leaning up against this tree. That's the only reason why it's getting hot. And then it started getting worse, you know, it started getting hotter, and one point it felt like somebody was taking a hot knife and just ripping it across my back. At that point, I freaked out, started walking towards my group of friends and I felt a push. It was both shoulder blades. Somebody was pushing me straight to the ground and I fell hit the ground, got up and I yelled at my buddy Ethan, yeah, quit messing around. It's not funny. This isn't cool anymore. And Ethan looked and he had never left the circle with the group of everybody. So I got terrified the least branded my bike, jumped on my bike and left everybody in the dust. I ran as fast as I could. I pedaled as hard as I could, as far away from there as possible, thinking that if I put distance between myself and whatever happened there, that's where it would stay. And that happened. It was a weekend night on a Saturday. I rode all the way back home as fast as I could, a bee line straight to the straight to my house, and I get home, used my key to get in the house and let my dad and my parents know that I got home safe. I go right to bed, you know, still freaked out, but trying to nothing's happened. You know, it's going to be okay. And it was the next night after that, as I was laying in bed, around three four in the morning, I saw this creature thing hunched over behind my bedroom door, ies sticking out. You can see like the upper portion pretty much from his rib line to the top of its head. I don't want to say, maybe only two and a half three feet high, and it wasn't very big, but the glowing yellow eyes is what really sticks with me. I woke up screaming, you know, terrified after seeing this thing, thinking it was a dream. Both parents come running into the house or into my room, you know, trying to figure out what's going on. They get me calmed down. I was able to go back to bed, you know, woke up, did my normal daily thing during the summertime we didn't have school. But the next night, it was round three in the morning. I had waken up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. I could have swore something was watching me. Like something was right there. And the way my bedroom was set up is my headboard was on the far side of the room. The bedroom door was across the way, and it looked like something was crouched behind my bedroom door, peeking at me with glowing yellow eyes. I screamed. My dad came running in, followed by my mom, trying to figure out what was going on, why it was going on. I just kept telling him there's something in here watching me. When I'd go back, when they finally get me called down and I'd go back to sleep, I wouldn't see it again. But this happened a few times that week, at least every other day. I was seeing this thing crouched down with the glowing yellow eyes in the room. Terrified me as a kid. It still freaked me on to this day. When I finally explained to my dad what had happened, it was, you know, the next night or the night after. It would have been Monday night. It didn't happen. Tuesday night, it happened again, same thing, three four o'clock in the morning. Weird little creature thing with the glowing yellow eyes sitting in my bedroom, you know, again screaming for my parents finally get me calm down and go back to bed. Now, Wednesday night, nothing happened. Thursday night it happened again, and it was just me and my dad home. He comes running in there and I was crying, and finally I explained to my dad what had happened, what I was seeing across there, and you know, he turned, he'd loved made sure there wasn't anything there. Then he looked at my back because I told him about the burning sensation from leaning up on the tree, and there was about six or seven pairs of three scratch marks that went, you know, with each other, ranging from two two and a half inches in length, from five to six all over my back. That that's what scared my dad. I don't think I've seen that man turn pale ever in my life until he saw that. That following we went to the local Catholic church and the preacher in there had said quite a few prayers. I'm not sure if he was doing like an exorcism or a cleansing. I was too young to really understand what he was trying to do. I do remember I got sprinkled with holy water, and then upon coming back to the house, my dad and I did lapse through the whole house with burning sage to try and cleanse the house of whatever followed me home from the cemetery. And after that night it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. And when I went to bed that night, I no longer saw whatever. The little creature and to tear or whatever it was sitting in the room did. I scarred me for very long time. I'm I didn't talk to my friends anymore, went off and did my own thing. It scared the life out of me for lack of betters, and it lasted a solid week. Well, like, I have no idea what the sing it. It looked like Schmiegel, kind of hunched over and all like really thin, but the glowing yellow eyes. I can still see those eyes to this day. It's like one of those things that Okay, growing up watching Steve Irwin, they shine the light on the alligators. Okay, that's an alligator or mountain lions out in the the mountains or wherever you're at. But I have never in my life seen anything like. Yeah, that happened, I want to say, fifteen sixteen years ago, and it's still scary to this day. Yeah. It wasn't until I got older when my dad explained to me that the three pairs of scratch marks were an insult to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. It was pretty much mocking the Holy Trinity at that point. And I don't want to say it was like a little demon there, but then again, I really don't know. It looked weird, it had glowing yellow eyes, and it terrified me. I'm still not really a fan of talking about it too much now. I've never never seen it again. I've been back to the cemetery, you know, during the daylight, and never really had that something was trying to either pull me in or watching me from behind it somewhere. Everything went back to normal after that. It's like, knowing what I know now, it was probably like it was probably like a little demon or like an imp or something like that, you know, not very big, at least from what I could see. A strawnie, wiry looking thing, big head with glowing eyes. Jordan's experience with Theluigi Born still haunts him, but his experiences with the paranormal continue up next his terrifying account, I always knew there was something out there that we couldn't explain. And I've been overseas I've seen like man do terrible things to man. But when you get into the supernatural and just from the Asian culture, how they view everything versus how we antagonize it with the ghost hunter shows and stuff like that, it's always really fascinated with you know me. But yeah, I'd rather stand in the middle of a firefight than be haunted by half the things that are out there. I want to say that my clairvoyance or you know, third eye is still around few and far between versus when I was a kid, where it just happened, and being a kid is innocent. But being the father of two kids, I've realized that I've also passed it on to my children. My daughter at three years old, just yelling at a ghost actually in the house just up the road here, there was a ghost and she thought it was being mean to my wife. She yelled at it to go away and leave my wife alone. And that was the only thing that that happened. Having your daughter, I mean, she was blunt, straight to the point, got rid of it. Have no idea what it was. My dad came all the way down from being a vista it was a half hour drive from here, and did the whole cleansing the house with burning stage and everything, just to be sure. But now I have to try and explain this to my children. And you know, it's not all scary. There's a lot of cool things that can happen. Now. My grandmother passed away eight years ago, and I can go over to my grandfather's house, and if I stayed the night there, I can go and drink coffee with my grandma in the middle of the night and have a conversation with her, because she never really laughed. She's there protecting the house, protecting my grandfather and making sure every great grandkid that runs around that property is safe. She from the grave. There's been a few times she'd make plain black coffee with those like oatmeal icing cookies and the like. You could she'd pulled the little sleeve out and take her two or three cookies and set them on the counter right next to her coffee cup. And that's what hurt. That was her routine every morning, little cookies, coffee. And you know, my grandfather still you know how many times I have to put these cookies away just to eat the cookies. Grandpa it's okay. They were married for forty fifty years before she got cancer and I was actually on my way overseas when it happened, and I wasn't able to come back for the funeral, so it was actually no, it's nice to know that Grandma's still there and I still got the opportunity to apologize for, you know, not being able to be there. So it really helped with the closure at least for me. And then all the holidays when the family gets together, her ashes are actually in the living room and we'll nobody likes to admit it, especially my grandfather and my uncle, but we all go in there and we talk to Grandma. She's still there. Let her know that everybody's okay, everybody's healthy, everything's going on is cool. She's in a better place, she's no longer in pain, but we all know that she's still watching no matter what. Every year, my grandfather and I would go in remembrance to the past Elks members of the Elks Club here in town, and the week before memore Day, we'd go out there and put flags on the past members that have passed away. I want to say I started going with my grandfather to that when I was like six or seven years old, you know, old enough that I could read a map to figure out where all the headstones are and everything like that, and put the flags down for the Elks members. And we were just past the mid tier section, getting into starting to get into the older but newer portion of it. And he was like a little boy with a bolt cut, I want to say, he had a blue shirt or something like that, like peeking out from behind a tree. And I had asked my grandfather if I could go play with the kid. He said, I'm not thinking of it, thinking that there's other families out here go play with, you know, the kids, No big deal. Took my bundle of flags and everything like that and let me go play. And I could never get very close to the kid, but it's like he was trying to lead me into a direction. And after you know, so long of being far away and my grandfather not being able to see me, he'd yell and turn around and make a bee line just straight to Grandpa. So I didn't get in trouble. And it went on for four or five years. We had just finished up in this old section and we're moving into the middle tier and I could see the boy still, you know, peeking behind the trees or whatever, and I asked my grandfather if I could go play again. So we go out and I'm following him, and finally I end up in the middle section right off the road. There was seven rows in and it was like the fifteenth headstone and I think they call it like K section on the map of the cemetery. Yeah, seven rows in. He was the fifteenth headstone. The little white headstone had the lamb on top of it. And after that I hadn't seen the little boy anymore. I Yes, I find the one hide and seek. 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