Shaintsville Ain't Nowhere You Wanna Go

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12/23/21

I have been writing nonstop for the past few days, because my goal is to get this book published on Christmas Day. I may not make it, but I haven't given up hope yet. It's pretty much written; I'm reconstructing this narrative from my journals, notes, and texts, as I always have been. It's the telling of it that's difficult sometimes. Sometimes it's a challenge finding the right words to convey this type of story; a story about intangible things, things that some people don't know anything about, things that most people don't even believe in.

So, I've been writing nonstop. I check my social media occasionally. Last night there was a post from someone asking all their followers to comment "Merry Christmas from [their hometown]"
I thought about doing it; but, I'm an anonymous blogger turned anonymous book writer, so I couldn't.

As I pondered this, however, demons chimed in cheerfully, with,
"Merry Christmas from Shaintsville, North Dakota!"

I'm sorry, people of North Dakota.

I do not live in North Dakota; but I very much live in Shaintsville.

Ah, Shaintsville! Trust me, it ain't nowhere you wanna go.

...continued

In early September, Stephanie wrote a long post to her friends on social media about everything that had been going on with demonic activity in general. Assuming that something had prompted this, I messaged her asking what had happened. I had gone to the chapel with Daisy the day before ("You Do NOT Have A Friendly Spirit Guide"), said prayers, burned some frankincense, and had actually slept really well that night. I suspected that the demons had spent the night hellraising at her house.

She was very fed up and frustrated with the demons' antics, and ready to strike back with a vengeance. She said she suspected that the demons were messing with her husband, but he didn't realize what was going on. Her dog, Sandie, was acting strangely, and every time she tried to discuss something religious on the internet, her computer would go berserk. She said that before she'd made that post, she'd heard a high-pitched voice that sounded like Thea, who was asleep, saying,
"Don't do it."
A demon had even followed her to a bible study group at her pastor's house, and was touching her head while the pastor was talking. All I could do was sympathize. I told her that demons had been telling me that she hears them just fine (telepathically), but doesn't recognize what it is; because they had been telling me that for a while. 

It wasn't long before Stephanie started making fun of demons too! She messaged me a few days later, saying that she "might have messed up," which I thought was humorous. A demon had been rocking her lampshade back and forth and making odd sounds, and she had told it that it had no power there, and that it was fake and weak. She'd then recorded the words,
"Am I?"

Then Daisy passed away, and I already wrote about that. I have only one additional note about that. One evening right after she died --when demons had been tormenting me by saying mean things about her and I'd told them off-- they left me alone, so to speak, for the rest of the night. What I mean is that, they were most likely still here, but they shut up and let me sleep. Before they "left," they announced,
"Heloise's Kitchen staff has been honored to serve you, but we will be departing now... Goodbye... Farewell..."
They even faded out the "Goodbye... Farewell..." part, as if they were moving farther away into the distance.
(insert eyerolling emoji)

There's a priest whose work I've somewhat followed for a while. We'll call him "Frederic Walkowski." He's bald.
Anyway, in late September, demons started randomly saying,
"...useless..."
I'd hear this several times a day, but I ignored them. I thought they were trying to provoke me by saying that I'm useless. Then one day they finally said the entire sentence. This is one of their tricks, like the "embarrassment" trick.
One day they said,
"...useless... Yeah... you're useless... to Frederic Walkowski... as a hairdresser... But he could learn a lot from you about exorcisms."

Other times, however, demons would whisper to me, ominously,
"They're onto you at the Vatican."
I was like,
"So?"
They would act a little flustered that this didn't bother me. They'd keep on and on with it,
"They're onto you at the Vatican... They're onto you at the Vatican...
They know about your blog...
They're already looking into who Justa Christian is..."
I shrugged it off.
"Good," I'd tell them, "I hope they are. They need to know about this."
They still  say it sometimes, but now it's more of a joke. I have some theories about what their angle is with that kind of "iambush," as they call it. It's obvious that they were testing me to see if I would be worried if I thought the Vatican was going to read this. But, I wasn't. But, they kept asking; they kept testing. I think they think that I might be capable of tricking them. They think that I might be able to disguise my worry, or whatever it is they're testing for; but, they think if they keep asking, they'll eventually "catch me." It's either that, or that they were trying, somehow in the background, to erode my confidence, and then testing and retesting to see if it had worked.

Demons do hate confidence, of any kind. They will do their best to eradicate it. They're always getting pissed because I won't believe them, and arguing back to my retorts with stuff like,
"You should not be so sure of yourself!"
and,
"Yeah, you're not that bad of a [whatever], but you shouldn't know that!"
On the other hand, they also try to nurture pride. It can go either way, I suppose, depending on the situation, or on the victim. When they're complimentary of me, I discern that it's probably about half sincere, and half an attempt to make me overconfident or prideful.

Lynette called me one night, and we kept having weird, staticky interruptions during the call. It was raining here; and she was on cell signal, while I was on WiFi, so I reasoned that it was because of the storm. After we'd talked for a while, Lynette asked,
"Do you have company? Is one of your friends there?"
When I said no, she said that she'd heard a woman talking in the background. Earlier in the conversation, I had said that my Mom had fallen recently and had gotten hurt. Lynette had heard another woman say, after that,
"Yeah, yeah she did."
It was really weird because I didn't hear that, only Lynette did. I told her,
"There's no one else here. No one else... who is living, I mean."
She simply said, knowingly,
"Oh,"
and carried on with the conversation.

Meanwhile, Stephanie was recording EVPs again. She said she was doing it whenever Sandie acted strangely, to verify whether or not something was actually there. She said that on the night before my baptism, a demon shook her bed, talked loud enough to wake her, and materialized enough to be visible.

I wrote about my baptism in "In The Army Now," and that was the end of September. October was fairly uneventful, comparatively, anyway. For the first few weeks, demons were licking their wounds.

One day in October, Wurthers --who has been an absolute doll, never violent whatsoever-- slapped my face. He did it very abruptly, and for no apparent reason, as if he'd seen something there that needed smacking. I knew that he'd seen the demon, for just a second at least, probably poking its head out of my face. I imagined it to look something like this illustration.

One evening I was sitting on the porch, and I kept hearing animal sounds from the woods near my house; like weird animal sounds, too many different animal sounds. I glanced in the direction of the forest, and said, nonchalantly,
"Really?"
The "animal sounds" answered,
"Yeah. Really."
For the most part, though, October was pretty quiet for me until around Halloween. They seemed to be targeting Stephanie more at that time.

One day she told me that she'd been hearing unintelligible mumbling and whispering, and had been touched while in bed by demons. She said that at least once, she'd heard two different tones, one in each ear. One was a low steady tone; the other was high pitched with breaks, like a morse code message. I knew they were working on her, and I predicted that just about any day, she'd start hearing the voices 24/7. But there was nothing I could do.

About a week before Halloween, I read a true horror story. Someone, a voice-hearer like myself, had believed the demons when they told him that they'd leave him alone forever if he gouged one of his eyes out. He did. They left for a while, but then came back later to laugh at him for being stupid enough to believe them.

THESE ARE YOUR FRIENDLY SPIRIT GUIDES, PEOPLE!!

These are those poor little lost souls... just need some help crossing over!

They are who is pretending to be your grandparents when you talk to a medium!

And they don't need help with a damned thing except burning to death for all of eternity!


As Halloween drew closer, the demons started regaining their strength, seemingly. I say "seemingly" because, even though I believe that my baptism weakened them, it's difficult to gauge how much. They could have been playing sick for most of the month. I think they wanted me to believe the myth that "the veil is thinner near Halloween," and write that. But I don't think that's true. If they weren't merely playing at being sick in the first place, then it took them nearly a month to recover, and that's the only reason they were strong again by the time Halloween rolled around. That, and I definitely think they called in reinforcements.

As I mentioned in "Halloween Special," I have become friends with a fellow blogger who is also a medium and a victim of harassment from demons. He's been oppressed for about five years now, but he says he's only got one demon, a female. We'll call him "Andrew," and her, "Tammy." He says he had more than one for the first few years though. Fabulous.

Well, around Halloween, "my" demons started attacking me harder. That was when they started pushing me around from inside my body again. They hadn't done that too much since the Spring. This is the "puppet" feeling I've referred to. It's like being a puppet on a string. When I walk, sometimes, I feel as if someone is wearing me like I'm a pair of boots and "walking me" --walking me harder or faster than I want to walk. When I stand up sometimes, I sort of pitch forward, as if someone pushed me. They did, but from inside. It's very hard to explain. They literally step into us as if we're overalls. They call us "cute suits."

Does anyone out there still think that God allows this, just because? Or because this is what He wants for us?
We're missing some pages.

Anyway, my demons started this new trope where they'd tell me that Tammy was here, or that they'd talked to Tammy. They said that she didn't want me talking to Andrew anymore. It was probably actually my assholes who didn't want me talking to Andrew anymore; either because they're jealous, or because we're both a threat and they don't want us teaming up.

Regardless; they repeatedly threatened for a while that Tammy would do something to me, or they did "that girl demon's voice" and pretended to be Tammy. More recently, however, a girl demon has shown up, so it may actually be her, for all I know. Anyway, I wasn't concerned with that, but I knew that they had either grown stronger or a stronger one had arrived because of the pushing and because I was seeing things again.

Most of the time when I've seen them in the past, I have believed that I was seeing a hallucination they'd transmitted to me. Well, except in the very beginning when I thought it was all real. This time, however, I'm certain that it wasn't entirely an illusion, because my babies told me.

On the night of the 30th, I was on the sofa, watching TV, with Wurthers asleep on my right side, and my other cat, "Butterbean," grooming herself on my left side. I saw a gray, smoky right hand and forearm extend from the back of the sofa. I could even see the shirtsleeve, like that of a man's light-colored dress shirt. The hand looked black and withered, like the hand of a mummy. Even though it was seemingly comprised of transparent gray smoke, I could perceive that the skin was a dark hue and the shirt was light. It looked like the hand I saw come out of the mattress earlier this year. It came out of the back of the sofa and hovered over Wurthers. Then it poked him. He awoke with a start, and stared at the spot on the back of the sofa where the hand had disappeared again.

Only a few seconds later, I saw the matching left hand come out of the other side of the sofa, near Butterbean. As she was not sleeping, she saw it extending toward her. She looked up from her grooming, giving it a squinty-eyed, suspicious stare. The hand hovered near her head for a second, and then quickly and playfully petted her head. She flinched at its touch, and watched it retract with an angry look on her face.

Okay. So, that happened. But that was still not me seeing the demon's true form. What I saw was still a hallucination; I know because of the shirtsleeve. The only way shaints could be wearing clothing, is if they had imagined that clothing for themselves, and were then transmitting that image to me. So, that's a hallucination. But, it touched both cats, and I saw them, very obviously, react. Therefore, the shaint must have really been performing the exact actions I witnessed. He really reached out of the sofa and touched both cats. But, he was simultaneously sending me the image he wanted me to see.

There have been several times when I have seen something like a shadow, an outline of a person, or a mist in the shape of a person, and my pets have appeared to be looking at it also, and following its movements with their eyes. This was the best evidence I'd seen so far, however, that they were truly seeing something shainty at the same time I was. Who knows if they were seeing the same thing, though?

Anyway, by Halloween, I was seeing shadows running through my house. I actually think that some of that is real; really their form, at least as human eyes can see it. They're fast; and they can be literally anywhere. They can be down low; like, in the ground mostly, with just their heads poking up through the floor, appearing to be something small scurrying across the room. I know I've said it already, but I truly think people forget that they're spirits. I think people expect them to actually stand on the floor and walk through doorways and stuff.

To be continued...