The Accursed Land
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Hello again What Lurks Beneath. Facebook Werewolf Story Guy here again. As promised with another true account from my life. As mentioned before it’s not easy for me to write this out, thus the procrastination but I will get my stories out to you in time. These frequent dark occurrences in my life have been many and very hard to talk about but through you it feels easier to do since I cannot talk to family or friends because they think they know me and would just poke fun at me or more likely insult me if I tried to talk seriously about these things. Last time I spoke about the chupacabra incident (and a definite NO on it just being a mangy coyote, I know what I saw) and before that the Ouija Board nightmare experience. This story I will call The Accursed Land.
Back when I was 12 years old my Father decided to move us down around the mid 1980’s from New York to his land that he had bought in the 1970’s. About 23 or 24 acres or so of raw forested land in central Florida. My sisters had all married young and were gone already and my mother would stay up north waiting another couple years for her transfer in an insurance company job and afterward planned to rent the house up there out. As mentioned before I explained my Father was very loving and affectionate to me. Often after he came home from trucking over the road he brought me gifts and toys and such. He loved me very much since I was his only boy and he prayed for a son for many years and along I came finally 7 years after the last daughter, his little last of the Mohicans he called me. But after the Ouija Board incident as I mentioned before he became very mean and abusive man. After my sisters moved out things seemed to die down a bit and my mother and father seemed to get along better but then shortly after the last sister moved out we moved to Florida. I was excited to go since Florida was a well known tourist tropical state with many things to do and see, like fishing and the beaches and Disney World and such. When we moved everything seemed okay at first. We got along fine and we moved into a used singlewide manufactured home he had set up already but in the future he planned to build a bigger home and move that one towards the back of the property and rent it out. There was tons of work to do after we got there to tame the land.
I spent every extra hour I had besides school, church or sleep to work that land and I was the primary muscle to do a lot of things since my father had a bad back from unloading and fixing his trucks for many years. I’d say 6 months after we were there things changed. I felt a heaviness in the air that was overly suffocating. I thought it might be the heat but even in the cooler months like December and January it always felt that way on that property. I experienced sleep paralysis often even though that never happened to me up north and nightmares and such. A few times some type of force held me face down in the bed. Other times when I was asleep I’d wake up in a panic and see something very dark and shadow like in the corner of my room. My father’s demeanour changed again. He became very mean and cruel. He stopped going to church and I had to get rides from a nice family to get there on Sundays.
We eventually started an animal farm. Initially everything seemed okay. But not long after the animals died in very gross and painful ways. Horrific ways. Especially to a teen from up north who was green and had no experience with this. It seemed like all I did for years was bust my tail clearing up trees he had cut down and dodging coral and rattlesnakes while I did it or burying animals in the back property that had died in all kinds of ways. Our chickens even though we fed them very well would constantly fight, kill and cannibalize each other and eat their own eggs and chicks. Our rabbits though well sheltered would get the most awful skin diseases and die or if they were not separated they’d kill each other. Our pigs would break out and kill the chickens and eat them from time to time and I’ve even seen them catch and eat snakes and they fought with each other making ungodly screams at times. I’ve seen our goats get sick and die and squeal out a horrific death rattle that sounded like a human child screaming and then drop dead. Goats and cows would deliver babies in the night and we would go out and find them the next day with the baby stuck in the belly only being head out, dead with maggots and fire ants in it’s eyes and mouth and we would have to put them down. Our horses got sick and died. One of them got caught up in the fencing in a horrific way one night and strangled to death, tongue hanging out with horrific glazed over eyes. It was a nightmare to say the least which I endured till I was 20. Those years were so long and horrible it felt like I was stuck there for 30 years. When my mother came down after a couple of years nothing really changed. The old man had pretty much gone darkside and they argued all the time. One time he broke my dogs jaw with a hammer and took him for a ride. Another time he killed my pet pig who was suppose to be kept alive for breeding and he forced me to eat the ribs he cooked from him. Of course I witnessed countless shootings of animals that had to go into the freezer and I was force intiated into killing also, to make a man out of me he said, but even though I did that kind of dirty work I never enjoyed doing it like he did.
There was something in me that loved life and respected it still. I just learned to shut my emotions off and do as I was ordered when I had to. One time I dreamed one of the pigs got loose and my dad shot at it wildly in the woods not being able to catch it and something moved me to jump behind the chicken coop and the buckshot hit the metal siding protecting me from being shot. A week later it happened just as I dreamed! The ungodly scream of that pig though when he finally shot it! The sound went through me like razor blades. Another time my father’s dog got loose and slaughtered my mothers prized white ducks and she shot him. He was still alive but she said she would not go closer to him because she feared getting bit so I had to finish the job. My dad came home and all hell broke loose to say the least. He shot up the back yard. Later at night I woke up to an AK 47 to my head while in bed and he threatened to kill me and kill my mother and kill himself. I told him ‘Dad, you can’t do that, God will not let you do that, please go back to your room’ (my parents slept in separate rooms at this point), and he gradually lowered the weapon and went back to his room. Eventually things simmered down. But I can’t count the times I got senseless beatings. Even my mother went darkside one day and beat me with a broom stick until I vomited and said she should of got an abortion. Her face looked distorted and I knew that wasn’t really her deep down in my heart. I was her favorite and I knew that. Over the years the old man would go off the handle over little of nothing. I got the belt, I got fist to cuffs, bullets shot over my head, I got 2 by foured one time and almost lost my front teeth, a shovel in the back of the head and the most unique incident where he blow torched my face for a couple seconds while we were working on his tractor trailer and I had to scissor off my eyelashes in order to see because they had melted shut. It actually took a lot of years to pass for me to look back on that incident and actually laugh.
I caught hell about that one at school let me tell you for weeks walking around with no eyelashes and shaved eyebrows. The old man started to reek of sulfur. I crap you not. And a few times I saw his eyes go black and face shift also. I attempted suicide at 16 but God saved me out of that one. I should be dead but it wasn’t my time to go and I survived. I won’t say what I did because I don’t want anyone else trying to do that. That year I got baptized and even though I often felt numb and dead inside because of all the abuse I felt an inner glow deep inside knowing I was loved by something much greater than myself. That was looking out for me. Protecting me.
But I must admit before and up to the suicide attempt I always felt this thick oppressive cloud over and around me on that accursed land. There was great evil there and I felt it all the time but after my baptism it wasn’t to bad and it was not felt when I was off the property. I just learned to cope. Learned not to love or have pets since I lost many at that point. When we came there my beloved black Terrier mix who had survived just fine in New York for 12 plus years died as soon we moved down there. My father found him in a ditch near our property contorted with his tongue nearly bitten off. A snake killed him most likely. My beautiful Belgian Shepherd got heart worm and died. I told my parents he was fainting often but they did nothing. By the time they tried because he would not get up one day it was too late and he had to be put down. Now when I think about it back then, the evidence shows we were not the only ones suffering in that area. Lots of people had animal problems too. There was also rampant drug use and suicides swept under the carpet and ignored and lots of strange illnesses too like lupus, cancer, leukemia, all kinds of mental illness too. Even a woman at church had this strange hardening of the skin disease. My friend from school who was older than me died of leukemia at 23 years old and there were many others.
Okay, now I will try to get into an explanation. All the years I was down there I heard quite often that that area was hexed by Native Americans who had survived the wars against them in that land. According to history, real history, President Jackson ignored congress during his time as commander in chief and did not want to give Florida to the Native peoples. Congress felt the military had driven most of them so far south through warfare that they should leave well enough alone but Jackson refused and led the military down here to make war and was successful and sent countless thousands perhaps in the millions to their deaths on the lengendary Trail of Tears. Also historical accounts going back to the Civil War show that there was much fighting and blood shed in this area. Florida was the last state to hold out against rejoining the Union and fought long after General Lee had already conceded the war. More proof of this is from my sister. I’ll call her Tina and her husband Carl. She has two kids and Carl was their step dad. They moved down here after I had left and went back to New York and eventually I did a short stint in the military. The old man (reeking something terrible of sulfur or rotten eggs I might add that day) and I had an explosive final argument and I drove my motorcycle straight up there (a black Honda Magna cruiser) and stayed with one of my sisters and didn’t come back. It was hell from Virginia on up because it rained chilly October rain on me the rest of the way. I had a full face black helmet, a cheap water proof hunting jacket and pants but the gloves and sneakers were not water proof and I could barely feel my hands and feet after that but they went back to normal after I made it up there. Left with the clothes on my back and my last paycheck from my crappy temp job.
Tina after being down here had nothing but trouble. Pets she owned for years dying left and right, disappearing, being found hung in a tree by vines or by their collars. Cats, dogs, rabbits, birds, turtles, fish you name it. Or disease and even one dog died of diabetes. One time she found a big black rat snake in her bird cage that had consumed most of her pet finches right inside her house. One night she saw a shadow being glide across the ceiling of her bed and it smiled at her with serrated teeth and what looked like glowing red cat like slitted eyes. Now here is the kicker. One particular night she woke up to a presence in her room. She could see clearly because of her night light. She saw a fully dressed in blue Union soldier at attention near her bed holding a rifle. He told her ‘I’m here to protect you ma’am. Everything is okay and you can go back to sleep…’ She turned away hiding under her blanket and went back to sleep eventually. While there on the land though her health went down hill. My brother in law got diabetes too. My parents fought with her often and my dad even physically assaulted her one night over a big misunderstanding. He beat her like a child. A grown woman in her late thirties.
Eventually my mother and father divorced. He cheated on her with a woman later diagnosed with AIDS and she had enough. She called me up in the Army crying and told me what happened and how she had to get tested and hoped and prayed everything went well. I could not keep my head straight after I found that out. I got into fights. I almost became a victim of a Full Metal Jacket blanket party which I had witnessed a Texan go through who amazingly looked just like Private Pile a.k.a. Lawrence in the film. I was doing well and scoring well up until that point but a freak occurrence and grenade blowing up a few feet away from me (a small barrier saved my life) and another bad incident on the rocket launcher range caused me to develop a really bad case of PTSD (believe it or not I thought it was just severe anxiety or anxiety attacks at the time not being properly diagnosed or seen by a doctor. I was well into my 40’s and after scanning the net to finally realize I had all the textbook symptoms and was a walking severe case of untreated PTSD).
After what I had already been through in my life it didn’t take much more to kinda send me over the edge a little bit. I began drinking and smoking a lot and leaving the base without permission and eventually met with Jag and opted to get out early. Good thing too or else my mother would be dead. I got home in time to help my father move to a new property and during a bad argument with my mother I saw the blood in his eyes and when he went for his loaded gun and threatened to blow her head off, I got my mother off the property before he came back with a loaded 38 pistol. Once I got her down the road in her pickup and she left I went back to him to talk him down. It took an hour or so but he calmed down and I finished moving him. He finally after many years opened up to me and admitted he had something like a serpent coiled up inside of him and the drugs and alcohol helped to keep it from springing up into his head and taking over. In that state he said he could see what he was doing but like on auto pilot in a nightmare and he could not stop. Time passed and I heard mom got threating phone calls and he planned to hire someone to kill her for taking his land so for the first time in my life I rose up against him and went to his house and told him if he harmed my mother I would kill him. He had never seen me like that before and I actually saw fear in his eyes.
He backed down and I never heard any more threats and harassment from him after that. He died an old sickly fowl smelling man who could barely avoid urinating on himself at night at the age of 66 on February 6th in the year 2006. Sad to say the truth is I was relieved. It was over. I didn’t have to worry anymore. That was an evil put to rest. Or so I thought. After he died my brother in law found him. It had only been 3 days but in the Florida heat it was not a pretty sight. Carl was told to go check on him due to Tina’s intuition and when my father would not answer the door he broke in and headed to his room. When Carl pulled back the covers the old man’s face peeled off being stuck to the blanket. His body bloated, discolored and maggots were spilling out all over the bed. He ran outside vomiting all over the ground. Eventually my family all met for his funeral and he was cremated and placed in a wall at a military burial site since he had served in the military before he married my mother. Not too long after, Tina and Carl began to argue all the time. I had become a truck driver by this time, had a short marriage and divorce and moved into a home in Summerfield but would visit from time to time.
One time I went to talk to Carl to reason with him and when I got out of my car to go to knock on their door something struck me hard right in the sweet spot. If you remember from the Ouija Board incident I almost had my back broken. After many years of hard labor on the property and unloading trucks that was my weak spot. Lower spine. After I got hit I felt electricity go though my chest and down through my legs and I went down to my knees. I grabbed the car handle to keep from falling face first into the dirt. I cried ‘Oh God!’ and after looking behind me I saw nothing there. I said a quick prayer and after 5 minutes or so I was able to get up and walk and the pain subsided. I was going to leave but my heart would not allow it. I felt it was my duty to try to talk sense into Carl for my sister. I willed myself to go knock on the door. Carl answered the door. He stuck his face in my face and began laughing with ink black eyes and started babbling in some unknown language. After his insane laughter and apparently mocking me he turned around, went into the kitchen and got a soft drink out of the frig. I said ‘Carl are you okay?’ and he looked at me like nothing happened and said ‘Hey bro when did you get here?’ We didn’t talk long after that. I skedaddled real quick like and left and didn’t come back for a long time. When I did years later I noticed his room smelled like my father’s old room and he lined up his personal items and nicknacks , cigarettes, lighter and change on his dresser and night table like my old man use to.
Freaky to say the least. One time he fought with my sister and she said his eyes went completely black during the argument. That situation was heavy but seemed to lighten up over time when she started attending a church she liked regularly. Eventually I went through my Haunting in Summerfield experience and my Nightmare in Louisville [Loo ah ville] experience which I have nicknamed affectionately Luciferville but those are other stories. Inspite of the nickname I loved it up there and there are many friendly, warm and kind people in Kentucky and in that quaint little endearing city. I actually think often about moving back there someday if circumstances allow. That bad experience there in truth was focused around my fiance, the people she associated with (especially on social media) and her neighborhood and not the whole city. Of course I told you about the Facebook Werewolf experience but I have more to tell about my time there sometime in the future. The story of The Accursed Land is not quite done. After years with my fiance we separated and even though I have visited her time to time I eventually ended up in Georgia. I liked the people but driving there is hell. Especially going through the bumper to bumper traffic on the i285 loop everyday in Atlanta. Things did not work out so I talked to my mother and moved back down to Florida. I thought after all these years things had changed. So I thought. I came back down and slept in my mother’s guest bedroom which was my old childhood room. My white Pomeranian, a gift from sister in Georgia stayed in a cage with my mother’s dogs in the kitchen. For a couple of weeks there weren’t any problems but the house did have a dark feel to it. One night I woke up feeling a lot of anxiety. I heard movement in the dark. I could see though because of the moonlight coming into the room through the window. I crap you not the closet door opened up really slowly.
Making creaking sounds. Once it was open I heard footsteps. It sounded bipedal about the weight and size of say a 6 year old kid but I could not see anything! I was on the bottom mattress of a wooden bunk bed set up with stairs to the top bunk. I heard this thing make footsteps and go up the stairs to the top bunk. It sat down and started squeaking the bed like a little child would when they are swinging their legs to bounce their bottom up and down when they are restless. I was terrified! I could hear this thing but couldn’t see anything! I prayed and prayed for it to go away. Eventually after 10 minutes or so the activity stopped and around dawn I was able to drift off to sleep. I woke up wishing I had dreamed all that but I knew darn well I hadn’t. This experience of night terror happened 2 more times! 3 times in all! I had it. I knew how my mother’s mentality was and didn’t even try to bother saying anything to her about it. I went that week and signed up for some debt at a Camper Home dealership, got a used camper and dropped it about 100 feet near her house with my pickup truck and moved out. I eventually found a local trucking job driving rock trucks and figured I’d be all right. I would not be alright. Not long after my mother called me at work one day my beloved Pomeranian Benjamin died suddenly. I would leave him with my mother when I went to work. One day he practically exploded with blood. My mother and her friend rushed him to the emergency vet hospital but he died. The Veterinarian had no clue what killed him. He was perfectly healthy and happy up until that moment. My mother said she could not believe so much blood poured out of one little dogs mouth and nose. Everybody loved Benji. He was the only dog that I had after many years that touched my heart and now he was gone. 4 years old and just gone. I was heart broken after that. He was special and everyone knew it. I called him Mr. Happy face because he had a permanent smile like Mickey Mouse, red tongue and all and the special gift to pick up anyones heart in the worst of times.
There were strange signs too before he died. I dreamed he died before hand but I didn’t believe it and blew the dream off. Then a coworker of mine named Benjamin who looked like death warmed over, like one of those pale corpse looking people on drugs used to accost me often to talk about nonsensical things for no reason, asking silly questions he should of known the answers too concerning our job tasks. That suspected meth head with rotting teeth only drove with the company a few months and left before my dog died and I ended up driving his truck which was a filthy mess I had to clean up, taking days to get all of the impacted grease off of the dash panels and switches, let alone the floor and windows. Never saw him again. Not even on the road. As time went by I was talking to my sister Tina one day and I found out that my sister Sarah and her husband on a visit at my mother’s house one night, saw my father’s ghost in the middle of the hallway one night and they freaked out and booked it to a motel. Another time my nephew from Georgia was staying in the guest bedroom and was creeped out by hearing small footsteps and giggling going up and down the hallway one night while in bed. Plus he said her little clown doll collection and owl pictures in the room creeped him out too. I definitely agree. Eventually my mother opened up to me and often she felt something brushing her leg at times and some nights she felt someone big like a man sit down on the side of her bed. She felt it was my father. One time she yelled and commanded what she thought was my father by his first name to leave and don’t come back and the activity stopped. After many years of study in my opinion that was not him. Just the entity that was parasitically using him called a familiar spirit.
One night I woke up to hear a bipedal thing about the size of a child run across my camper roof and leap off of it. It sounded like it was messing with my air conditioner. The A/C never ran right after that. It rattled and it was hard to sleep with it on and it kept having black mold out breaks in it. I started repeatedly having mold out breaks all over my camper too and got quite sick and missed 2 weeks of work. Eventually the air conditioner blew and I bought a new window unit. Often at about the witching hour I would get knocks on my door. 3 knocks. But every time I turned on the lights and answered the door noone was there. One time I was on the phone discussing spiritual warfare with my fiance when something big banged into my window and began howling and screaming! It sounded like a cross between a screaming child and a baboon. It was unholy. Never heard anything like that before in my life! I was terrified and did not open the blinds to see what it was, but later after some walks on the property I heard some similar sounds and saw a huge intimidatingly large type of owl which had taken up residency in one of our trees. It had ink black eyes and harassed me often at dusk and at around 3 am the so called witching hour with its god awful voice waking me up. Lots of harassment from black crows too. One night I woke up to see a wraith at the foot of my bed! I freaked out and started fly kicking at it with my right leg and yelling and it disappeared. I was covered with sweat and stayed up till the sun came up. It looked like the grim reaper with no sickle. Numerous times the window was banged in the middle of the night waking me up. One morning at the crack of dawn I awoke to my camper being violently shook back and forth like a ship at sea.
When it stopped I looked out the window to sea a pack of pigs running away. One of them, just one, stopped and looked back at me directedly in the eyes and was smurking at me! My neighbor’s pigs had broken out of their pen but there was no reason for them to surround that camper like that since there was no food for them or even roots, just dirt under my camper. It reminded me of the account of Christ casting Legion into the pigs. Extremely creepy and shocking to say the least. Finally, after another sickness, I decided to do a house blessing but I knew it was risky since in truth the entire land needed cleansing and many cursed objects should be removed from the homes which were many since my mother rented several single wides at the time and my sister, cousin and aunt had double wide homes on the land too and it should be done with family group prayer together as a team, but I knew they wouldn’t be of much help and they were too attached to their household idols to do a proper cleansing. It was dangerous because I could really anger these entities or imps, whatever you want to call them. I opted to do it and I did a prayer blessing over my camper and blessed olive oil in prayer and anointed the roof and four walls and windows and doors. The activity against me started to die down, but eventually cranked back up in the form of nightmares. 2 years of that went by. Nightmares about fighting bigoted gangs of men who wanted to hang me, or gangs of robbers dressed in black. Even gangs of woman who looked like prostitutes trying to assault me and violate me when holding me down. I even had a realistic nightmare about these reptile frog humanoid type creatures attacking me. And always I would wake up feeling like hammered crap and like someone beat me up from the inside out. I eventually started anointing my head with blessed olive oil before I slept. I woke the next day nightmare free but my forehead had this burning sensation. I think something tried very hard to penetrate my mind but the oil kept it out. The nightmares stopped after I started doing that.
So far that is the situation at present. It’s been hell down here and if the opportunity arises I will try to leave. Currently I’m trapped in this accursed place because of the hell I’ve been through in 2020. And not because of the virus. I’ved had a lot of bad luck (was terrorized by that black triangle ufo chasing me in the woods in one of my last stories I sent you) and had a severe back injury again and I’ve been out of work for over a year. I got a lawyer to get me a workers comp settlement from my job and have been barely surviving since and have had to apply for welfare. This last injury has been a very bad one and I don’t think I will work again. Other debilitating health problems have popped up and pain along with some tumors, severe chronic fatigue and shortness of breath. So I don’t know where this is going quite yet. Suicide has often crossed my mind but I know better than that after what happened when I was 16. I know this was a long story What Lurks Beneath but I had to tell all about my experiences on this land and there was no easy way to do it except tell all that I could remember about it. I have more stories to tell which I’ve experienced in my travels which should not be as long as this one. I know your channel is dogman cryptid focused but in my a opinion the one really hidden cryptid and perhaps most dangerous hidden cryptids we pass by everyday in life are demonically possessed human beings. Perhaps spiritual energy parasites that USE and INFLUENCE human beings would be more of an accurate description. They are probably the most underrated, numerous, terrifying and tormentful creatures hidden in plain sight that hurt or even kill people daily more than any other kind of cryptid monsters. They’re everywhere! Again big thank you to you and your audience for taking the time to listen and I truly hope you all can take some useful knowledge away from hearing this accounting. And as I always say stay safe and be well and I encourage all who have heard this who have caught hell in their life to not give up on prayer or their belief there is a God. I would not be alive today if there wasn’t one. The suffering of this life is quicker and shorter than we think and many of us might be paying harsh karmic debts in this life but I believe if we persevere and keep the faith and accept the only ticket there is to get us out of here and there is nothing compared to the promise of where we can spend our eternities if we continue to fight the fine fight to the end of the race. It’s a test and will be over sooner than we think and another door, a much better door, will be opened to all who try with all their heart and soul to always do the right thing.
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