I've Always Seen Things

Oh the horrible things... cannot be unseen. Let me back up though. In my younger years, I always felt like I wasn't alone although in reality I was. Or so I thought. I was at my mom's mother's house once a couple years ago when I was looking through this old wooden box in the sewing building. I found old pictures of my ancestors, but in these pictures it's like I felt as if I was being pulled into them and saw the surroundings. I seen the horrible things my family had done. Now for the book. In this book, it started with a family tree. As the pages progressed it contained the family story. A short version is what is needed here since I no longer can find the actual book anymore. What it said was, is that my family was from Europe and that they practiced the "dark magic". I'm pretty sure this is black magic. They were shunned by the townsfolk. So in the pilgrimage, they came with the ships following the Mayflower. Their ship was captured however and they were sold into some type of slavery work force. It told of being put through many horrible acts of torture and such. But one night they came to escape from their owners, cursing them to a life of horrible visions. However, this curse back fired. From then on, every other generation of my family has been cursed with this. Fast forward to today.
When things got bad: 1999
As I child I had a huge imaginiation or so I thought. Living in a singlewide trailer in the Kentucky backwoods, I heard many weird noises and seen many strange things. The blood man was the worst I'd ever feared. I was sitting on the couch one night just playing with my bert and ernie dolls when I started hearing soft thuds. My mom and dad were asleep on the other couch bed. I looked down the dark hall way into their bedroom when I seen the dark face of the blood man. I huddled up on the couch and watched it walk towords me with that toothless mouth smiling at me. Not a happy smile either. Blood was flowing in a continous stream on its body reeking of salt and rustic scents. I got sick to my stomach as I passed out. I came to the next morning outside on my porch with my chest scratched severly. My parents no where to be found. I went to live with my grandparents.
Next horrible occurance: 2000
I woke up on a cold Janurary morning at my grandparents. Heard soft moans and chains rattling in the living room. I got up and trotted in the living room looking for my grandfather who usually watched tv in the mornings. I found him alright. He was hanging up on a meat hook barely clinging on to life. He was missing his intrails and much of his blood was lost. His head had been severly battered and brain matter was falling out of his skull. I cried instantly. Looking for the culprit who had done this, I heard soft thuds. Looking in my grandmothers and grandfathers bed room, I saw him. AGAIN. The blood man. I passed out and woke up in my bed to see my grandfather standing over me checking to see if I was okay.
My dreams were filled with whispers and horrible death scenes. I never knew the hostility that one could produce. I seen the pictures of my ancestors come alive in their acts of killing and sacrificing to some being called Tehmannah. I awoke many nights sweating and becoming sick.
In the next several years I never seen much of the mirages that had haunted me as much as before. However, my adolescent and teenage years to come will be more horrific than I could ever imagine.
2007: Oh GOD!
I had started my 6th grade year. The visions and dreams hadn't happened for a while. But my grandfather was very sick. Still to that day I remembered the cold morning I saw the Blood Monster for the last time. Or so I thought.
I was outside sitting on the picnic table under the tree with my close friends when it suddenly got dark and everyone ran inside from the rain. Except for me. I couldn't move away from what was in front of me. The woman I had seen in all the pictures that day in the sewing building. She was standing in front of me just inches from my face. The stench of death and decay filled my nostrils. I fell to the ground and crawled to the closest door. As I was crawling away from her I felt a force pushing down on my body. I could hardly breathe with whatever force was on me. As I blacked out from lack of oxygen, I started seeing flashes of light and past dreams I'd had. As I awoke I was somewhere in the mountains shirtless next to a tree with the same scratches on my chest that were left by the Blood Monster almost a decade before. 
Present: Nothing much to report at the moment.
In my life I have seen many many horrific things, still to this day I smell the rustic scent of the Blood Monster and the lady from the pictures. I've come to the realization that I'm the newest generation to acquire the curse. I've come to deal with it and ignore it, however I haven't had many occurences lately. Hopefully the next time I'll be prepared.
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