October 31, 2008
Two Black Wolves
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[Name Withheld Upon Request], Goldsboro, North Carolina - October
27, 2007
I've seen it, the black wolf, it's real. It was in October of 2007. I also
saw two other things that day I cannot explain, but especially the wolf.
This is the first time I have ever recalled this event in detail to anyone
since it happened -- it's much easier anonymously.
In late October '07 when I was 32 years old, or nearly exactly a year ago, I
was home alone all day one day up until the evening. That afternoon, I began
to hear a voice speaking to me in my mind, although it sounded audibly as if
someone were speaking to me in a deep voice using a loudspeaker from outside
in the yard, and speaking through a large fan, if you can imagine how that
would sound. In response to this, I suddenly began to feel an overwhelming
sense of fear, and that fear hit me on and off for the rest of the evening.
The "sound" as I will call it, because I'm sure it had to be in my mind, was
telling me it was my time to go, and that it had come for me. I was always
raised up in the standard Christian belief and so on and so forth, so I
reasoned that this voice was either A) the voice of God Almighty wanting to
take my life, or B) the voice of the Devil or Antichrist wanting to do the
same. Being the type person who definitely wanted to live, I decided on
reason B to be what I would go with, and I put up a fight against what I was
hearing, though I was shaking with fear.
Imagine if you've never had such an experience, and all of a sudden one day
you hear an unknown entity talking to you (corny analogy but the thing I was
hearing sounded kind of like Darth Vader talking through a fan). I was too
terrified to leave the house, or even the den of the house which I was in,
as I constantly felt like I needed to watch my back, so I decided to setup
my own personal barricade to defend myself. I turned on all the lights in
the den and adjacent kitchen, and in an attempt to drown at least some of
the fear I was feeling, I drank two beers rather quickly that had been left
over in the fridge a few days before. Hearing the entity saying it was
coming for me, and assuming that meant something really bad, I was petrified
but at the same time a bit pumped up with adrenaline I guess. I would look
around that afternoon and get a glimpse of a shadow darting in parts of the
house that the lights were not on in, but were dimly lit by adjacent rooms.
I only assumed what I was seeing and hearing was the shadow of death the
Bible talked about, aiming for me. Eventually, I came up with a brilliant
plan to help ignore the entity's voice -- I sat down in the den in my green
soft-back chair, with all the lights on in the den and kitchen still, in
front of the TV (TV turned off), and I picked the guitar and sang. This
helped a lot! Finally some of the fear was lessening, though I was still
very frightened -- what had happened?!
I kept telling myself, "Ok, none of this is real, I am just hallucinating,
and it will go away." I was on no drugs, only the two beers I had drank, and
I smoke cigarettes. Well I sat down and played guitar for I know at least
three straight hours, feeling much better that I could drown out the "voice"
I had been hearing.
Side note: Once during playing I needed to use the restroom after drinking
the two beers, and I probably shouldn't say this, but might as well be
truthful and tell it all, I was so scared to move away from the lighted
rooms to the restroom that I found a good use for the two beer bottles,
(like the movie Dumb and Dumber
, except this was "Scared and
Scareder").
While playing I remember distinctly thinking back to all the people I had
met, friends, girlfriends, and family that I loved, and calling them out by
name. This was in itself unusual, as normally when I play guitar I am just
thinking of doing the tune well. Anything to get my mind off what had
happened earlier in the day. As the sun went down and evening began,
everything seemed much better, I didn't hear the voice any more, until I
noticed something wasn't right. This was something I hadn't picked up on
earlier. After I stopped playing guitar, (and at this time had developed the
sense I had won this battle) I looked up into the TV screen at the
reflection -- something was not right here, not right at all! I wasn't in
the reflection!
Well, there it started again, goose bumps developed immediately and my hair
stood on end. I waved my hand in front of the TV set (remember, the TV was
off, and you could see the reflection of my den and kitchen in the screen as
all the lights were turned on in those two rooms) and could see nothing of
me, only the chair I was sitting in, and the rest of the den and kitchen. My
jaw dropped, the fear was back. So I did the only thing my terrified mind
could think of, I picked up the guitar, started back playing and singing,
and tried to look only at the guitar. The sun had completely set by this
time, I remember. I played for a few minutes, but this time could not get my
mind back off of being mortified -- why wasn't I in the darn TV set
reflection! I dared not to look back at it, but to keep playing, but after a
short time -- maybe 10 minutes, I looked back into the TV screen reflection.
I was still not there! And by this time I began to see the reflection
changing even more, in fact each time I looked up from the guitar, the
scenery in the reflection became a little different than that last time I
had looked at it. Another glance up, and I saw several things in the
reflection that didn't belong. In the reflection only, on one of the other
chairs was a large cardboard box, which of course wasn't there when I looked
around -- I had no large cardboard boxes! I played guitar, sweating with
fear, and then another glance into the TV screen reflection -- this time,
the box is still there, and I see a coffin! Not a modern day coffin of the
$5,000+ variety, but an old-time coffin, made of wood and cut like they were
back in the 1800s, sitting on top of the kitchen table! I cannot describe
the fear I was feeling at this time.
The guitar had become useless to drown it out at that point. Another glance
up from my futile attempt at playing, and I began to see what looked like
two small but blurry animals sitting in the chair I was sitting in (And I'm
still not in the reflection). Another look into the TV screen after that and
I saw the thing that petrified me the most -- the two small blurry animals
in the chair I was sitting in were gone. Instead, they had become large,
crisp, well-defined pitch-black wolves with bright white glowing eyes
staring straight back at me from the TV reflection. I jumped up out of the
chair and turned around and looked, but nothing was there, Thank God! But I
look back into the TV screen reflection, and it's still there! Staring back
at me the entire time. When I saw the wolf, I felt, "This is it, I'm really
going to die, I guess," but thankfully nothing happened. I didn't get eaten,
and I'm still here to tell the story. That thing was there in that TV screen
reflection for at least 45 minutes, if not an hour. I have no idea why I
heard what I heard that day, and saw what I saw that night in the TV
reflection, but it was by far the most terrifying day I've ever had in my
life. Even more terrifying than the day I nearly had a head-on collision on
a wet highway, if you can imagine that, as this event persisted over hours.
Finally, my mother come by that evening and I left the house to go visit her
and dad. I told her what I had experienced that day but I'm sure she had no
idea what to make of it. I was just relieved to finally get away from the
terror. I don't know what happened, or why it happened, I only know what I
saw and heard that October day a year ago.
I've since wondered, why a black wolf? I could care less about wolves,
really, have never thought of them, and especially black ones. I like cats
and dogs, but a wolf? I have no explanation.
So, I did an Internet search on "black wolf" and spirit trying to see if
anyone had ever experienced anything similar, and found this site, and
decided to post my story, in full, as best as I remember it. Other than
this, I've never seen or heard anything I couldn't explain. It has me
perplexed, and I hope to at least find a reason or cause for it someday. By
the way, the large cardboard box I saw in the reflection that night, I have
come to believe that may have been a symbol for moving, as soon after that
event my mother moved in with me when my dad had to go to the nursing home.
But mom and dad are still doing well, and I have lost no friends or family
since then, so I don't know what the coffin meant, if anything at all. And
especially the wolf, no clue there, but it was terrifying.