Dancing With The Devil, Part 2

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It wasn't long until, when I held out my hands, they would be clasped together, and pulled straight outward and then upwards at an angle. If that's difficult to visualize; well it's difficult to describe. It was as if an invisible person took my hands and placed them on his heart. I intuitively understood that to be what the gesture meant. I also intuited that my friendly ghost was male; probably because of the affectionate feel of it's touches. I wondered if it was the guy saying "Marry Me" on the EVPs. One night, I asked it if it would answer questions for me. I said,
"Touch my right hand for yes, and my left hand for no."
It played the game; but it changed the rules. I caught on soon enough. I was sitting on the sofa, and I asked a question. It lifted my left hand up, up, up, and pulled my arm back beside my head. Then it kissed my hand. The kiss itself felt like a puff of air; but I briefly felt the sensation of lips grazing my hand, and knew, intuitively I guess, that it was meant to be a hand kiss. It then gently lowered my hand. I didn't know for sure yet, however, if that meant yes or no. So, I asked a question to which I thought the answer would be "No." My hand was raised again, but not as high as before. My hand was held suspended for a moment, and then gently lowered. I asked,
"So.... a kiss means yes, and no kiss means no?"
My hand was kissed again.

I didn't get much information this way, however. It seemed willing enough to play, but not so willing to divulge information. I theorized, or maybe sensed, that it was either not supposed to tell me stuff, or that this limited method of communication was frustrating. I did keep some notes during this time, a journal of sorts, which is probably the only reason that I can reconstruct this story coherently at all. I didn't ever get around to writing down all the questions I asked, however, and I can't recall them all. It doesn't matter that much, because most of the answers were lies anyway. I know I asked some stupid questions, like, "Did we know each other in a past life?" and "Are you my spirit guide?" It said that yes, we did know each other in a past life, incidentally; but I don't believe in past lives now. I'm pretty sure it said that it was my spirit guide at first, but then changed the answer to "No." I don't believe in spirit guides anymore either, by the way, except for guardian angels and patron saints. I did find out that 'it' was a 'he'.
I have noted that I asked,
"Are you protecting me?" 
My left hand was lifted and kissed.
Then I asked,
"Is it okay if I tell Marie?"
Again, the answer was "Yes."

I have also noted that he indicated that he had known me in this life too; but this method of communication didn't allow for asking a name. I pondered how I could obtain more than yes/no answers. Also --you might have missed this-- based on the fact that I was sitting on the sofa, the angle at which my arm was pulled back to be kissed implies that I was sitting on his lap. Like, he was sunken down into the sofa, and I was sitting on the sofa, but also, unknowingly, on his lap at the same time. I realized this with a bit of shock, but not fear. After all, this was the friendly spirit who was protecting me, or so I thought, from the evil pig-snout demon. Still, it was a bit weird. 'Spirits' are a little freaky at first, to be sure.

So, I continued to live an almost-normal life for a while, only with the knowledge that I had a ghostly housemate. The somewhat flirtatious gestures continued. A few examples; once, while I was watching a movie, he took hold of my hand. Once, I was lying on my stomach in bed and felt my back being massaged. Again, it was a little bit weird. Well, okay, more than a little bit weird; but who is going to complain about a back massage and some hand-holding? Especially since, (I believed) this was a good spirit who was protecting me from that evil pig-snout demon who had tried to trick me. Honestly, the more I think about it, I must have already been possessed.

Anyway, a little while later, I devised a way to get more information. I was afraid to try EVP again, and I was afraid to use a regular Ouija board. An idea "came to me", however, that there was a way that I could make my own Ouija board, and be certain that only this one "spirit" would communicate with me. I wrote out all the letters of the alphabet and the numbers 0-9 on a sheet of notebook paper, essentially making a homemade Ouija board. I also wrote 'Yes', 'No', 'I don't know', and 'I can't tell you'. Then I sat on the bed, with the notebook on my lap, and asked him to take my hand. He did. I extended my index finger, and said,
"You can move my body; so use my finger as the planchete, and spell out the answers, if you will." (Note: This was stupid. I really can't believe I did any of this, which is why I think I must have already been possessed.)

I asked,
"What is your name?"
He spelled, correctly, an entire first name (which I won't repeat, out of respect for the dead). I had know someone by this name who had died. He was a guy with whom I had gone on a few dates years before; and he had been dead for years by this time. I immediately thought of him, though; possibly because of demonic influence, but also possibly because, even though I have known other people with the same name, well, only that one was dead. I was surprised, considering the time that had passed since we knew each other, that he would be the spirit who was here to protect me from the forces of evil; but I reasoned that it did explain the flirting.
Still, I needed more confirmation. I asked more complicated questions, like, "Where did we meet?"
"Who introduced us?"
"What was your mother's name?"
He spelled the entire first name of the person who introduced us, correctly. For every other question, however, he only spelled the first few letters. He never got it wrong, though. They would be the correct first few letters of the answer, but then he'd stop. When I asked why he wouldn't spell the entire words, he moved my finger to "I can't tell you."
I thought that was odd. Still, I had enough evidence to believe that I had identified my ghostly friend.

One night I was dancing, in mismatched pajamas and socks, in my kitchen, to a synthwave remix of "Rebel Yell" I'd found on YouTube. I'm not much of a dancer; but this song was just too good not to sway along. About a third of the way through the very long (dance mix) song, I felt my hips being pulled back, and my "ghostly friend" started swaying along with me. This is what it was like, if you can picture this: A woman is dancing alone at a club, lost in the song. A man approaches her from behind; unnoticed, until he places his hands on her hips and begins to move with her.

Around this time was when psychics were confirming for me that my house was haunted by this guy whom the demon was pretending to be, and also by a family member (as I mentioned in a previous post). It was also around this time that I started hearing whispers occassionally; and sometimes I would hear a voice at normal speaking level. The voice was male; and sounded like it could have been the voice of my deceased friend, although, if I'm honest, I'd forgotten exactly what his voice sounded like. It was always saying "I love you." I heard that several times. Once, I was watching TV, and I heard loud rapid whispering coming from the other end of the sofa. I snapped my head around, surprised to have heard this; but not scared exactly, because I assumed it was just my ghost buddy. It did sound creepy as fuck, though.
I asked,
"Did you say something?"
He replied, sounding surprised,
"[My name], can you hear me? I love you!"

After this, my memory becomes a little hazy for a while. I didn't have time to journal everything as it happened, and I've forgotten a lot. I feel that I've been made to forget; either intentionally, or merely because so much happened so fast and it was so confusing. I know that the things I remember actually happened. I'm certain of that. It's just that I also know that a lot more happened than what I remember. At this point, there was probably only a week or two at the most left before everything turned to shit. During that time, I gradually became better at hearing him speak. I still could not, most of the time, at that point, hear him speak out loud, with my ears, like that time on the sofa. I know that sounds really weird. This next part, especially, is very hard to explain. I'm a writer; but I'm struggling here!

One night, I was lying in bed, and I heard him talk through my pillow. It was kind of like this:
Okay, press your hands against your ears, then remove them rapidly. Do that repeatedly a few times. Notice how you hear sound when you do that? It's kind of like listening to a conch shell.
It was kind of like that, except it was my pillow and pillowcase rubbing against my ears as I shifted my head on the pillow. It's the sort of thing one never pays much attention to; well, until you do. There's a sound there also; the sound of the rustling of the fabric of the pillowcase. Anyway, I started to hear words within that sound. It was creepy. At first, I was like,
"What the... is that you?"
Once I started actively listening, however, the words became clearer. He told me that he was indeed that guy I had known; and he answered, in detail, all the questions I'd asked with the homemade Ouija board. He said he wanted to marry me.

I asked him how we could be married (and yes, I was getting a little bit scared for real by that time, and way more than a little bit freaked out). He said that there is such a thing as marriage in Heaven. The way he explained it; it wasn't supposed to be something that you were really supposed to do, or at least it wasn't something that even dead people were supposed to know about. He said that he had been in Heaven, but he visited Hell, and a demon gave him this information. Now, I truly believe, in hindsight, that I was definitely possessed by that time. Still, I had enough of my mind and rationality to think, and ask,
"What the fuck?"

He said that we could have the ceremony ourselves. He said that all I had to do was have a ring; and then we would stand together, and I would say that I take him, [name], to be my husband for all of eternity, and then he would say that he takes me to be his wife for all of eternity, and then I'd put on the ring. I remember him specifically saying,
"I don't have to have a ring because I am not a living person."
I remember saying something to the effect of,
"I... I don't know about this. Why do you want to do this, if it's something you're not supposed to do? Won't you... be in trouble?"
He said that no one would be in trouble, because once it was done, "there wouldn't be anything they could do about it."
I said,
"But... you say a demon told you this. He might not have told you the truth."
To which he responded that the demon who told him had done this himself. The demon, he said, had fallen in love with a human woman and had married her; and he had loved her all her life.
I asked,
"And... where are they now?"
He replied,
"Well, he's in Hell, because he's a demon, but she's in Heaven with her family. She can visit him."

I knew then, possessed as I must have been, that something was horribly wrong. I couldn't figure out at that time how anyone else could have answered all the questions I asked to confirm that this entity was the guy he said he was; but this did not sound right at all. I was mentally, if not physically, recoiling in horror. I was wondering exactly what the fuck was in my bed. I kept questioning this bizarre proposal, and finally he revised his story, saying,
"Okay, the truth is that I will have to be in Hell for doing this; but you can still go to Heaven when you die, and I can be with you until you die. Please. I love you so fucking much."
I jumped out of the bed then, saying,
"No! No, No, No! Nobody's going to Hell. That's crazy! No! We can't do this!"
Then he said that he had to leave me. He said, basically, that he was being summoned back to Heaven; and indicated that yeah, he was in trouble now for even proposing this plan.

I'm going to stop right here with this installment of the story, but there is still a lot left to tell. As you've probably guessed by now, we are about to go down the rabbit hole.

I want to say a few things, however, just in case this is the first post someone reads. This is a completely true story. It was actually a demon, not the ghost of a guy I had known. All of this happened before I learned that demons can read and control our minds. I couldn't figure out then how the demon answered my questions to convincingly impersonate the person I had known. Now I know that he picked the information out of my mind. I don't actually believe that there is marriage in Heaven. Additionally, let me stress the point that I am telling this story as a cautionary tale. Demons use a lot of different tricks and deceptions. Their ruses are probably as individual as we are. They will try to sell you something they think you will buy. They often impersonate dead loved ones; and indeed, I believe that they are absolutely all ghosts. I believe that dead humans are already somewhere else; and anything that is walking around your house, touching you, or talking to you is a fucking demon. I suppose that, as a single woman, they assumed that an epic romance might be something they could sell me. They picked my brain, found a dead lover, and decided on that plan of attack. Touche, demons. It was a good trick. I doubt that any two people's experiences with demons are going to be the same. I am sharing this story in order to illustrate some the methods and capabilities of demons, to illustrate the extent of those methods and capabilities, to provide a description of their personalities and behaviors, and to provide an example of something they might do. You have to know your enemy.