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My sword (the one standing up in front), our symbol of protection of the house.

If you love reading a spooky or freaky story, then read on... but what I'm going to write is not a story. This is what really did happen.

Let me start with the beginning: sometime last week.
During that whole week, I woke up in a half-waking state in the middle of the night every now and then. One of those times that I woke up, I did so with the thought in my mind that in our living room, someone (an unnamed friend) was sleeping, an invited guest staying over and lodging in our appartment, sleeping on the couch. The knowledge of this visitor, whom I felt I knew, was not disturbing, it was rather an acknowledgement of the mind that we have a friend over. Nobody was staying over forreal, at least not in the flesh, but it seemed to me that it was, that night.

During this same week, I also woke up with the thought that Weasel, my father's dog, was sleeping right next to our bed, and somehow that made me feel really safe. I remember clearly that at one point, I moved my hand next to the bed to the ground, checking if he was still there so I could pet him, but couldn't find him - as he was not really there - and fell back asleep.

Funny about this latter part, though, is that we had the dog sleep over in our appartment only once, and that was for about a week, about a month ago. During all that time, the dog never entered our bedroom. We didn't ask him to come in there, but we didn't forbid him either. He just didn't. He would follow us around everywhere in the appartment, but if we went in the bedroom he stopped at the door and just looked at us, waiting for us to come back. So during the night, he always slept in the living room, and not once did he sleep next to the bed in the way I thought he was last week.

Another curious note was the weekend before that, when I was working on the computer, it always seemed to me that in the corner of my right eye, I saw the dog laying there in the exact same spot he would sleep when he was over here. When I looked, there was nothing there, but the corner of my eye kept tricking me into looking dozens of times even though I knew perfectly nothing and nobody was there. And this was not in a half-sleeping state, this was in broad daylight.

At first I thought it might have been the spirit of my previous dog Snoopy, travelling to come and spend some time with me, protecting me, and the thought made me feel well. I loved that dog like a brother, and he was one of the best friends I ever had. So the thought of that dog visiting me, was certainly a pleasant one, and his visits would be welcome too. Whether it was Weasel, Snoopy or another dog or spirit, the presence felt comforting and safe, and may have some relations with what happened next.

After last week, I didn't have such experiences any more. If there was still such a spirit visiting us, I was unaware of it, as was Jenni. Until yesterday.

Yesterday morning, I got up for work, ate something, prepared myself to leave, and it was a morning like any other - or so I thought. I went into the bedroom to give Jenni a kiss before leaving to work, unlocked the door, took off the key, locked it again behind me and off I went. Jenni was still half asleep when I kissed her, and didn't say anything in particular, but around noon she messaged my phone, and I found out what had happened.

During that night, the night from July 19 to 20 that is, we had the fan blowing at us at the end of the bed (where our feet are) because the temperatures were so hot and it was over 30?C in the house. What happened next, I did not experience myself as I slept right through it, but Jenni experienced every bit of it.

She was in a half-awake state, when she suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs. Unusual, considering that we live on the highest floor of the house and nobody has any bussiness walking up the stairs that high aside from ourselves or visitors we invite, and the appartment right below us is currently not occupied by anyone, so it could not have been anyone coming home there either, and the appartment below that is the ground floor, those people wouldn't even need to use any stairs. Yet, there were footsteps coming right up.

The next thing Jenni heard, was the lock of the door. Not being tampered with like a robber would do trying to break into a house, but simply unlocking it as if someone would come in with a key. Jenni, in a half-awake state, began to realize something was absolutely not right, and was considering waking me up. She heard the door open, close again, and locking again. She now wanted to wake me up and tell me there was a robber in the house, but then her intuition stopped her...

The next thing she knew, was that the entity that had entered the house, was standing in our bedroom, facing us. Her intuition told her not to move, not to do anything, so that the entity standing there would think it was unseen, and felt that if she made any sign whatsoever, it would do harm. She dared not move, and the entity still stood there, right next to the fan.

The fan, however, suddenly began to blaze icy cold wind, which it would normally never do, and she started to feel cold while it was never cold in the room. The entity still stood there, and stared at us. Just staring. All she could make out was that it was something of a human-shaped vague mass of energy standing there, middle-sized, not skinny, and apparently male as the features seemed to indicate a beard.

She freaked out, but dared not move, when she knew the entity kept standing there, staring, and then suddenly... it vanished! It did not go back out the door as it had entered, it just vanished and was gone.

Whatever or whomever the entity was, it certainly did not feel positive for her, and was no less intruding than a robber in the flesh would have been.

Sometime later that night, and this I vividly do remember although I never woke up and did all the following in a full dreamstate, I jumped up, and went to the fan. It was on setting 3, and somehow in my dream I had to turn it down to setting 1, and remove some object(s) that were linked to it (some filters of water that made the blowing air colder? Although our fan has no such thing). I did change the setting to one, not only in my dream but also in reality, as it was still on setting 1 in the morning, and I could perfectly remember doing that (it's not unusual for me to almost perfectly remember in the morning still, what I did when sleepwalking). I looked for those non-existant objects too I thought I had to remove, but clearly couldn't find them as they weren't there obviously, and went to lie down again whereafter I continued sleeping as normal. But Jenni remembered also that in the morning. But why did I turn down the fan just that night?

In the morning when I got up for work, unaware yet of the "uninvited visit" that had taken place during the night, and the key was still on the door, which was still locked, and nothing was out of place that I noticed. But when I heard from Jenni what had happened, I did somewhat freak out, because it felt to me as an intrusion no less than if it were a robber who had broken into our house. I told my coworker about it at work, and she looked up some information on the internet.

Apparently one doesn't need to fear such spirits, even if they are negative ones, because they can't do you real harm. However, if you do fear them, they love it because they draw from it. They should not even be given attention, because that's exactly what they want. If they have a message or they ask for help, refuse it, because if you want a message you'll ask for it, and they can do without your help too. They are responsible for their own life, if "life" is the right word for their existence, and they chose for it. They have to manage on their own.

Don't be afraid, they say. Easier said than done. The scare having not yet left me fully, I decided to call Hans and tell him the story. He took it also very seriously, and explained that feeling suddenly ice cold air or temperature is a clear indication of such a presence nearby, as he had experienced a similar thing. He told me he'd work something out to create some protection in the house, and come over by the evening.

And so I came home, told Jenni we should eat soon because Hans was coming over, she started on dishes... that went well, until there was suddenly no warm water in the kitchen any more! The boiler kept going at it as normal, so it should have been heating up the water, except that it didn't, apparently. Strange.

Dishes done, she went on to bake the fries. The grease was supposed to heat up, except that half an hour later, it was still as cold as before. That thing had broken down somehow too! Two things on the same day. Hmmm.

Ok, so now I was tired of these apparent malfunctions, and my stomach was seriously protesting too. I decided to message my father, who responded he'd come over in 15 minutes. I asked him to take Weasel, his dog, with him, and told him I'd explain why. So he did.

When the dog came in, nothing was out of the ordinary, and he ran around the place as normal. So my father went into the kitchen to check what was not working, while me and Jenni tried to convince the dog to follow us into the bedroom. The dog would not be convinced, he refused to follow us in there. We didn't want to force him in there, we wanted him to come in there on his own. But there was no way we were going to get him into that bedroom!

So we asked my father to walk into the bedroom, and ask the dog to follow. The dog followed, but not beyond the door of the bedroom. Eventually after alot of trying, my father got the dog to enter the bedroom after all, but the dog did so with his legs wide spread and very carefully at it. Once in there, though, the dog behaved normal again.

So then Hans came over, and he had his preparations with him, and a bit later so did Nancy. I had also prepared something, and had taken my sword off the wall.

The sword, which I have baptized according to the old tradition taught to me by Myrrdin (Jean-Claude) several years ago, and gave it a Secret Name, is one of the most energetic objects I own, aside from my Druid staff which I obviously use in ceremonies. The sword, however, had not been used in ceremony or ritual before, aside from its baptism/blessing/naming which I did in the face of the Full Moon several years ago. When I took the sword, I could feel the pulse of energy of the blade flowing through my hand, and I knew it had not waned in strength yet.

So at last, we went to the bedroom, and right at the spot where the entity had stood - and where we could all still feel the negative energy residue which was pretty much the only evidence we had that this was not just a dream, Hans set up the antique Dragon Candle Holder, and put in it a white candle in which he had carved several symbols vertically from top to bottom. Next to this candle we put our ritual chalice with some water in it.

While Hans was preparing the incense, which we had place in front of the candle and chalice, I took my sword, let the point of it rest on the floor facing the entrance of the bedroom, and spoke the following Latin:

MAGICUS CIRCULUS CONTRA CHAOS (magic circle against chaos)
MAGICUS CIRCULUS CONTRA MALUS (magic circle against evil)
IGNIFER MURUS (Wall of Fire)
GLACIES MURUS (Wall of Ice)
MURUS FERRARIUS (Wall of Iron)
MURUS LAPIDEUS (Wall of Stone)
MURUS ADIGO (Wall of Force)
MAGICUS CIRCULUS PRO PROBUS (magic circle for good)

When that part was done, Hans had everything ready and set up. He then spoke some sentences in Latin too, which was too much to remember so it will not be written here. Once it was spoken out loud, he gave a kiss to the antique bronze figure of Bel and held it there, and then put the paper he read from in the flame of the candle, until the paper was almost all but burned away, as was the text on it, and he threw it in the water of the chalice. Then he threw out the remains with the water in the toilet, and flushed it away. Now all there was left to do, was for the candle to burn away all the symbols carved in it.

Shortly thereafter they went home, it was past 9.30pm now, and it was for us to wait until the candle was burned to the end. Not only that, but also guard the flame from going out by "wind". So we took no chances and closed the bathroom door, so there could be no wind in the house, despite the fact that temperatures were hot again and we really could have used the air. But we didn't want to take any chances, the flame was in no way to go out until the candle had burned to the end and all the symbols were gone.

If the flame had gone out by itself now, it would have been a bad sign, and the entity would still be in the house, but the flame burned steadily, and that was a good thing. Nancy also said she didn't think the entity was still in the house, just some residue of negative energy from its former presence, and that it might have been a one-time visit. I hope she is right. It might be the spirit of someone who had once lived in this house, or once had a quarrel with someone who had lived in this house. The features as Jenni described them, give two options of people we can think of, but of whom we don't know if they still live or not right now. I will not name them, out of respect, but if one of them took his life that night, he might have come to visit before he travelled on to the Otherworld, and he could have known where we lived.

Whomever it was, we didn't want uninvited and intruding guests like that again, and so we kept the candle burning. By midnight, however, the candle was still burning, and nowhere near finished yet, so we decided to watch a movie on DVD while we waited, and we watched the "Tales of the Neverending Story". It is a DVD containing several movies of each about 1.5 hours, and we hadn't seen it yet. So 1.5 hours later, the candle was still burning, and only maybe about halfway. So time for another movie. And another.

In the end it was almost 5am, and even then the candle had not completely reached the bottom yet. But we were both too tired to watch yet another movie, so we went to bed and stayed by the candle. Daylight was slowly growing outside again already, and we could hear the birds singing in the nearby park. The Birds of Rhiannon I call them, after an experience where I heard them singing in the park while walking outside at 4am when it was still totally dark, and it was truly an Otherworldly experience, and a beautiful one at that, a few months ago.

The sword, we had put next to the bed on the ground, the hilt nearby, the point facing the entrance of the room. Before doing so, I had opened the window and showed the blade to the sky, while chanting and calling upon Odin, to charge the sword's blade with some extra energy from Odin himself. The neighbours probably thought I was going to sacrifice humans.

While I expected I'd feel scared when going to sleep and find every sound I heard to be suspicious, I felt no such thing. Maybe it helped that I was extremely tired, but I felt comfortable, I felt safe and good, knowing that the sword was pointing at the entrance, the paper with the Latin protection spell under my pillow, the white tiger in the picture that hangs on the wall in the bedroom watching over us as I had asked it to do earlier that evening (it is a picture I took myself several years, of a white tiger in the zoo of Liberec, Czech Republic, and I felt so connected to it I almost could not leave or stop looking at them), and watching the flame of the candle, listening to the birds, I fell asleep. I woke up again at the perfect timing to blow out the candle, and so I did, whereafter I went back to sleep.

I think the candle has been burning for 8 hours or more, but all our precautions did their job, I would think. The slower the symbols burned away, the more profoundly they did so. There was no visitor in the house this night, and if there was, I didn't notice it and it probably would have had a hard time waking us up, tired as we were! Jenni is still asleep as I write this now!

I hope I may say here that this is a story ended well, and that we have seen the last of these unwanted visitors. But surely it was an experience that made us stronger, from which we learned. I doubt that next time such a thing would happen, they will less likely catch us off guard! Either way, the sword will be next to the bed each night from now on, and curiously enough it is something I've always wanted to do. But if it were up to me, I'd carry my sword with my everywhere I go, it's just so unfortunate that I would likely be arrested for it