Ever sit down and talk to a missionary who serves in a faraway land? Ever hear strange stories about the power of God, and of evil? Yes, I've seen the wackos on TV claiming that God can give you gold dental fillings if Pastor Richdude touches the prayer cloth you send in with your "best gift" of $2,000 or more. No, I mean... real missionaries. People who have given up just about everything you could think of to go live somewhere just about nobody wants to live.
stories. Usually they're not as dramatic as the ones you hear
ninteenth-hand about the minute the church in the US prayed, this big
legion of angels scared natives away who were planning a raid on
missionary settlements. And there were the exact number of angels as
there were praying on the carpet at Whatever Baptist Church at 3 p.m.,
etc. That story's about as overused as the preaching on the
frog-in-the-pot. But I've heard dramatic stories about people who really
ARE demon-possessed, and the spiritual darkness you can just FEEL in
some places of the world from some missionaries, and even laypeople. Go
ahead and laugh.
But I have been in a place like that.
In Kearney, Missouri.
really. I'm not given to weird stories and claiming victory for Jesus
by marching around affected buildings seven times and that kinda stuff.
But one day, when I was househunting with my husband about 16 years ago,
I encountered a house with something in it.
We were househunting
this way: One of us would go in while the other stayed in the car or
yard with our small children, Patrick and G. Then we'd switch so both of
us would get a chance to look at the place without our children making
silly comments or getting into the cabinets. So I went into a place with
Have you ever just KNOWN someone was staring at you,
and felt uncomfortable? Well, oh, it was odd... but there in the living
room, I could FEEL something staring at me. It was as if someone were
standing RIGHT IN FRONT of me and glaring. I wanted to back out, but
thought I was a silly. Because stuff like that isn't real. The living
room looked totally normal, but the carpeting was a bit outdated and the
curtains were those old thick plastic-lined ones with the tweedy fabric
on the side facing indoors. Icky, but hardly anything to freak out
Further into the house, I'm doing a
little chat with myself. I mean, I REALLY like the layout. The kitchen
and living areas flow around in a circle through to the TV room. You
know the older houses I'm talking about like that. And then a stairway
upstairs and a doorway down to the basement. Looking back, my, was
everything dated. But that sort of thing really doesn't bother me so
much as it does other people. In fact, it's kinda nostalgic to see those
white countertops with the goldy flecks in them. You remember when that
stuff was en vogue.
But the basement was ... something. I have never seen the like ever before or since. Maybe I wasn't so silly.
walls were painted black. Skulls were drawn on the walls. There were
black candles and blood drawn on the walls. Some sort of table with
things on it and my mind has blocked out what on earth it was. I just
remember it bothered me. The realtor was a bit uncomfortable and started
to talk about a nice coat of paint and you could let your kids play
down there. He was shifting funny on his feet when he said it, too.
started thinking of getting my pastor to please walk through the house
with me with the anointing oil and pray, pray, pray. I mean, no weapon
formed against us can prosper and all that. It was a good price, even if
it smelled vaguely of pot.
Outside, there were a couple
teenagers and neighbourhood kids hanging out with their parents. They
looked like normal enough people, though these parents let their
children draw on their clothes and smoke. But otherwise about like
anyone else. I liked the house and the neighbourhood and told D maybe we
should make an offer and then call the pastor?
D hated the
place. He thought I was nuts for even suggesting it. He said, you know,
it isn't so much the place, because the PLACE is nice, but there are
probably all kinds of people used to hanging out around here. Well, he's
probably right on that one. Ok, then, on to the next house on our
But ever since then, our car didn't work right. We even
had the GM dealership servicepeople working on the phone with National
Headquarters trying to figure out what on earth was wrong. The house is
evil, D tells me, and it messed up the car. I'd be inclined to agree
with him though I know how SILLY that sounds. Imagine, scary house
killing your car. I mean, that's silly.
But if you were there,
maybe you would believe me that it's at least possible. It was very
creepy. D refuses to even drive down that street EVER AGAIN because of
the power he thinks that evil house has. And that was SIXTEEN YEARS AGO.
I don't get "into" stuff like that. I've never called people over to
look for ghosts or thrown up demons in a bucket or any of the really
weird stuff you might be thinking about. It wasn't like I started my day
just then looking for the paranormal.
tell you about another house? This one is up the street from me. NO ONE
on our street would even be paid to live there, so far as I know. It is,
as my Catholic neighbour put it once, jinxed. EVERY family that has
ever lived there for 40-odd years has gotten a messy divorce or one of
the spouses killed themselves. OK, it's a bad place to my knowledge, but
I've never been in it. I just know what people have lived in it over
the last 16 years or so haven't been upstanding citizens of the
community. I'm not sure that the house is jinxed, or if it's just that
the house keeps going up for sale and it's a bargain... and you know, if
someone just shot themselves in the house before you bought it, you'll
get it for cheap.