Recently my roomate was telling me that earlier in the day she thought she had seen a man on the side of the road about to cross. She said there was a dense fog on the road. Almost as if there were an invisible wall up, after she passed the man, the fog was gone. I suggested to her that we should go and see if he is still there. Now, I left expecting to encounter nothing, especially since I have asked God not to let me physically see spirits. I didnt know however, that Ashley could infact see them. As we were driving I tried to look but could see nothing aside from the fog. I did witness the immediate drop off of the fog like a wall. I assumed she had not seen anything, but she told me she had seen the man. She was just afraid to say it out loud when she saw him. I asked her to describe him to me. She said he wore a dark jacket and jeans. He kind of reminded her of a greaser from back in the day.
We drove around three times and she saw him still. I told her I had an idea I wanted to try and asked if she would trust me, but I could not tell her what I was planning. She agreed and we drove around one last time. As we approached the fog I started praying in tongues and reached my hand forward. My intent was to pray for him. All of the sudden, my body tensed up and my chest felt as if someone were pushing on it. Out of fear my voice got louder and louder as if I felt threatened. The fluxtuation in my voice went from sympathy to rebuke. All of the sudden Ashley turned off the road. I asked her what she saw. She was too afraid to tell me as it was happening, but she said as I started praying the man started shacking his head, back and forth. She felt him telling her 'no' very urgently. As I kept praying and started yelling into rebuking, Ashley said he started freaking out and trying to run away, however he did not merely "run" in the sense that we would recognize, but he jumped forward/appeared several feet from each place he was at and the fog moved forward with him. Ashley could no longer see an end to the fog and got frightened which is why she turned off the road. As we went back to my apartments, the fog had covered everything. Although Ashley saw nothing, I had a vision and a terrible feeling of dread. He had followed us and was standing at my door. In an effort to not be pushed around or intimidated and also not to frighten Ashley more, I opened my car door anyway and got out. I had Ashley stand in the parking lot with me and pray before we went inside because I refuse to let anything come into my home. We prayed for God's protection and thanked Him for keeping us safe.
The next day I was talking with my friend Bryan. He said he had something to tell me and anxious to fill him in on what happened with Ashley and I, I said after he was done I had something to share with him as well. Bryan started saying he was walking his dog and saw a man. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I immediately knew what he was going to say.
"What did he look like?" I interrupted. Bryan said he had a dark jacket on and jeans. I felt my stomach tighten up. Bryan continued to explain exactly where he saw him and how he got a bad feeling from the man. A name also popped into Bryan's head and he Googled it when he got home. It turns out the man had helped build a house about two doors down from Bryan's house! Further investigation is still needed as to how he died and why he is still around walking this area and why he reacted that way to prayer.
When I told Bryan about our experience he could not believe it. I am hesitant to pursue this entity because if it was neutral or positive, prayer would not have made it so angry. Perhaps someday I may be forced to confront him again.
We drove around three times and she saw him still. I told her I had an idea I wanted to try and asked if she would trust me, but I could not tell her what I was planning. She agreed and we drove around one last time. As we approached the fog I started praying in tongues and reached my hand forward. My intent was to pray for him. All of the sudden, my body tensed up and my chest felt as if someone were pushing on it. Out of fear my voice got louder and louder as if I felt threatened. The fluxtuation in my voice went from sympathy to rebuke. All of the sudden Ashley turned off the road. I asked her what she saw. She was too afraid to tell me as it was happening, but she said as I started praying the man started shacking his head, back and forth. She felt him telling her 'no' very urgently. As I kept praying and started yelling into rebuking, Ashley said he started freaking out and trying to run away, however he did not merely "run" in the sense that we would recognize, but he jumped forward/appeared several feet from each place he was at and the fog moved forward with him. Ashley could no longer see an end to the fog and got frightened which is why she turned off the road. As we went back to my apartments, the fog had covered everything. Although Ashley saw nothing, I had a vision and a terrible feeling of dread. He had followed us and was standing at my door. In an effort to not be pushed around or intimidated and also not to frighten Ashley more, I opened my car door anyway and got out. I had Ashley stand in the parking lot with me and pray before we went inside because I refuse to let anything come into my home. We prayed for God's protection and thanked Him for keeping us safe.
The next day I was talking with my friend Bryan. He said he had something to tell me and anxious to fill him in on what happened with Ashley and I, I said after he was done I had something to share with him as well. Bryan started saying he was walking his dog and saw a man. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I immediately knew what he was going to say.
"What did he look like?" I interrupted. Bryan said he had a dark jacket on and jeans. I felt my stomach tighten up. Bryan continued to explain exactly where he saw him and how he got a bad feeling from the man. A name also popped into Bryan's head and he Googled it when he got home. It turns out the man had helped build a house about two doors down from Bryan's house! Further investigation is still needed as to how he died and why he is still around walking this area and why he reacted that way to prayer.
When I told Bryan about our experience he could not believe it. I am hesitant to pursue this entity because if it was neutral or positive, prayer would not have made it so angry. Perhaps someday I may be forced to confront him again.
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