I know there will come a time when I bring myself to describe some of the encounters I have had with what I believe to be spiritual forces over the years. I have had plenty to share. Instead I wanted to ponder a few more definitive ones that left a lasting impression on me.
I became fascinated with witchcraft at an early age. I couldn’t tell you for sure how early but I know that my earliest memories I have include me having at least some interest in magic. Not illusions but the magic you read about in fantasy novels and experience in games of Dungeons and Dragons. In fact it was my obsession with magic that drew me to D&D in the first place.
I don’t want to describe the encounter in vivid details, at least not yet. My earliest memory that I think involved a spiritual entitity, probably a ghost, was when I was in Kindergarten. It was just this dead mutilated cat that would appear to me in the distance from time to time. It was really just the head of the cat and it’s fron paws. I could clearly see it’s body was severed by the bloody entrails where the rest of it’s body should have been. I saw this dead cat ghost several times in my life. It was never in the same place either. Since we moved around a lot it would always just appear off in the distance, usually in the bushes or tall grass. Sometimes I would see it under a bed or sitting on top of a fence in the countryside.
The earliest I remember seeing it I was six years old and in Kindergartent. It was half burdied under some leaves beneath the merry go round at the playground of my elementary school. It appeared to me days before I met the ghost of a little boy who had fallen down the stairs years before my time. That boy only appeared to me once but it was enough to scare the living daylights out of me.
The last time I remember seeing the cat was when I was about 16 years old. It was sort of sitting off in the distance during a thunderstorm where I saw, what I am certain to be a demon, eating some wild animals in my backyard. I never saw that cat’s imagery ever again. I realistically couldn’t tell you how many times I encountered it over the years. I have a few different memories but I am sure it might have been there a few times I probably wasn’t paying too close attention. Either way, I never new where it came from or what it wanted from me. I do remember it had softly glowing yellow eyes and blood in it’s fangs. It never made a sound, it just sort of glared at me from time to time.
Stephanie Bri 