The Only Time I Have Fired A Weapon In Self Defence. Possible Run-In With A Cult?
I would like to start this story off by saying no murder was committed, I have just never been able to properly explain it, let alone title it as the memory still gets to me.
Back several years on vacation to visit family in Florida, I was having a good time with my grandparents, aunts, uncles, nieces & nephews. I lived in Oregon at the time and was cherishing every moment of it. One night, after the adults went to bed my 9-year-old twin nephews told me of an old house on the edge of town they said was rumored to be haunted as they’ve seen weird lights there. After a half hour of attempting to convince me to go I finally agreed to go because they told me they would go without me. I. Before we left I took my grandparents Winchester hunting rifle in case of wildlife (the house was near a forest on the edge of town) and set out.
Along the way, the boys laughed, pushed each other in an attempt to scare the other, even though they had been to the house several times with other friends and little had been experienced there. When we got to the house -it was only a 25ish minute walk- it appeared unoccupied and we watched it for 10 or so minutes to make sure no other people were inside. As I approached the house slowly the two boys ran towards it giddy with excitement as they had done this before. When I reached the front porch I examined the full mail dropbox with envelopes dating back to 1992. This was odd as the house seemed much much older and I assumed that someone would have taken notice of these notes being the town only had about 3,000 people residing there. We went inside the front door which the lock was completely broken off, the boys reassured me that people came through regularly and this was the site of many high school parties. We explored the house for the better part of 10 minutes, the boys ran all over and I stayed downstairs. Nothing truly out of the norm happened other than the typical eerie “I’m in a haunted house feeling” until I noticed a dim light stretching across the treeline. Unsettled, I thought it might be passing trucks along nearby trails but there was no noise to compliment the theory. As the light got closer and brighter it began to look like candle light as 9 more distinct points of light came into view and low humming began to fill the air. I called the twins down saying that we were leaving immediately. They clamored down to come to the window where I was crouched behind, Outside 9 robed figures were approaching the house from the southeast, the same side as the front door. They told me the back door was barricaded by wood planks. So we decided to run out the front door a b-line to the west towards town at full sprint. (Why we didn’t jump out a window I will never know, but in my panic i din’t think about that.) I told the boys to stay in front of me at all times while we ran and not to look back until they got home even if they didn’t hear me behind them. The figures approached the house rather slowly until we busted out the door and ran. The boys ran faster than I did as I held the rifle ready, not pointed at them, but ready. The closest figure to us began to run towards the boys. I’ll never forget that the candle it held did not go out despite it running towards my nephews. And in the candlelight I could see it holding what could only be an axe. I shouted for him to stop and out down the axe. It kept running and held the axe outstretched while the other robed figures continued to walk towards us. I shouted again at the figure which was about 100 feet from us to stop and it did. It turned in place to look at me and looked to hold the axe out again and shouted in a language I have never heard. Without thinking (and probably stupidly) I quickly took aim and fired a shot at the figures mid-section; and what I saw will haunt me forever and forgive me if i can’t word it well. The bullet appeared to fly into the cloak and the cloak fluttered in the wind force of the fired round, but there was nothing underneath the cloak. As if the cloak was levitating on it’s own with no person under it despite it still standing as if nothing happened. After that it began to run at me.
Shocked, it took me a moment to process what I saw and when I regained my composure I ran so frantically I almost dropped the rifle. By this time the boys where far ahead of me and I did all I could to catch up with them and lose our pursuers. We ran full sprint back to the house, In didn’t look back as
i didn’t want to take my eyes of the kids to make sure they were still unharmed and we made it home with no further issues. None of us slept that night and watched for any signs that we were followed but no one came. I felt uneasy the rest of the trip as it was the first time i fired a weapon at someone in self defense and what I saw with the cloak. After I flew back home I haven’t had a credible paranormal encounter, and I still keep in regular contact with my nephews. They’re fine and leading normal lives.
I haven’t forgotten that night and it still keeps me up at night seeing that the cloak had no one under it and it defies all my rational explanation.