February 21, 2000
4:28 a.m.
Dear Diary,
I believe that I have finally done it! Finally I am able to communicate with these spirits properly! Today we went to the store, and while I was searching for something for my cousin’s birthday, I came across a tape recorder. Of course it came with the starter tape and batteries, and I got a few more blank tapes from a yard sale across the street.
The hauntings have kept increasing. I see the Demon Girl that felt guilt for my cutting. I see the little boy (whom I learned was named Jared) who seems to protect me from any danger the spirits might bring. He usually comes with the Demon (I’m sure now that it is to protect me from her.) For some reason, I still feel connected to the small child. God only knows why I still feel this way. Hopefully it all will become clear soon.
I decided to set up my tape recorder tonight. After learning how to work it (and recording my sister singing to the Spice Girls without her knowledge, haha) I set it on my dresser and waited.
I had been watching TV for almost two hours when it turned off. Checking the time with my cell phone, I saw that it was midnight; the perfect hour for a haunting. Tonight, I could sense the spirits as they entered in through my door.
The Demon entered first, full of anger and hostility. How I could sense these emotions… This pain, this fear, sorrow, and pain… How I can feel them so perfectly; as if I were having them myself… It still is quite a mystery to me.
The girl, who knew that I could sense her, what she felt, and when she was near, looked over at me. She reached for the nearest object that could be thrown and raised it at a sharp angle above her head.
Knowing that there was no possibility she would ever throw it at me, I didn’t bother to brace myself. Sensing a new emotion coming from the Demon, I knew little Jared had entered the room and calmed down the Demon. The calming sensation told me I was safe. Though most of the hostility of the Demon still remained, I could sense the boy was controlling her urge to kill me where I sat.
Because I could sense no more spirits entering or leaving, I turned on the tape recorder and started to record. Since my bedside lamp had gone out with my TV, I turned on my flashlight and grabbed the extra pack of batteries I bought just hours before.
The spirits watched in wonder as I set the recorder down next to them. Beginning to ask questions (they came out incoherently, they are ghosts after all) the spirits still looked confused and curious.
The question that burned in my mind day after day for over a year was something that I would love to have answered. Why? Why was it only me that the ghosts seemed to be attracted to? Why am I the only one able to see or hear anything dealing with the spirit world?
It was not the question I started out with, however. I looked over at Jared, who was sitting in the corner of my room. My voice, which was barely a whisper, asked the one of the questions that I felt would help me understand him better.
“Jared… Why is it that whenever you come here with other spirits that want to harm me, it is almost impossible for them to lay a hand on me?”
He looked at me, wide-eyed with surprise that I knew his name and knew about the effects he had on the other ghosts. Slowly, I worked my line of vision down his face from his eyes to his small mouth. I could see it opening and shutting, making incoherent words; the answer to my question. I could not hear what he had to say, but I knew once I listened to the tape that I would be able to understand what I wanted to know for so long.
I turned next to the Demon. She looked at me with such a fierce intensity and a sharp loathing that I wasn’t quite sure how I was supposed to react. The tone of my voice matched the intensity that glowed in her eyes. The question I asked her was simple and to the point.
“What is your name, what are you, and what exactly are you doing here?”
The look I got after asking the question made me regret asking it almost immediately. The Demon’s eyes turned a bright, evil red. The look of the hatred she had for me increased tenfold. I could feel the hostility and anger. The amount of anger and rage was so great that my vision blurred. Eventually, my knees gave out beneath me and I fell to the ground. Everything was black.
I could sense something was different when I awoke. My head was throbbing; I could feel a cold draft coming from somewhere in my room. My body began to ache as my mind slowly recollected the past events.
Sitting up, I looked around for whatever was causing the draft. I fell down on my floor, and from where I was, I saw where the draft was coming from.
Over in my corner, there was a small child. Jared was sitting in the room with me, watching over and protecting me. I wonder if he had been there the entire time. The amount of calmness emanating from him made me assume he was there.
I almost fell over when I tried to stand up. Catching myself, I looked for the tape recorder. It wasn’t where it was before. Looking around the room, I saw it sitting in the corner by Jared, like he was protecting it too. I walked over to pick it up and when I did, Jared looked up.
I don’t know if he is scared of human contact, but I would like to think not because he is always protecting me from harmful spirits. Even so, almost as soon as I got over to the tape recorder, he had vanished and I could no longer sense his presence.
I picked up the recorder, and finally the events of the night took their toll. Checking the time before I finally fell into bed, I saw that I had been passed out for two hours. Two hours of my time that I could have been finding answers to my questions.
Now I’m wide awake, trying to figure out how to playback the recording I got for tonight. It might take me awhile; I think I need a computer to play back the audio. Even so, maybe the session tonight will help me understand not only more about the spirits, but maybe also more about me and why I have this “gift.” Hopefully soon, this becomes clear enough to see my purpose…..
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