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TITLE: The Old Man and the Whooshing Wind
By Joseph Breton

After all this had happened I decided to write about it because it reminded me of the reality of the spirit world.
My mother lives in an old, derelict house. My family and I worked the best makeover on it we could. My mother had inhabited many houses in Michigan that weren’t in the best condition. We had the front door replaced. The original front door had a window that was painted with a smeary bizarre design. The carpets had red juice stains dribbled all around. It was eventually replaced with a carpet with a variegation of colors on a creamy-tan background. The walls were nothing to admire. They were just plain white until we painted them blue. Everything was starting to look better. My sister knew the previous owners. Before us, many kids would go there to drink and party. Without a doubt, the atmosphere was not peaceful. Some strange things were about to happen, but I’m not going to say one way or the other what I think of it. I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.

The first incident happened in the months of fall. My sister was sleeping on the couch in the living room when her baby began to cry. It was past midnight, but that was not too big of a deal. She awoke to his protest and arose to check him. He was almost three years old with curly blonde hair. She was not very happy being thrust from a peaceful sleep, but nonetheless quickly came to his aid. She entered his little room and came to the side of his toddler bed, which he got for Christmas along with Thomas the Train pillows and blankets. The crying was not ordinary. It rose in a crescendo of wailing. He was obviously very scared. She asked him what was wrong. He said, “Old man watching baby.” He repeated this several times incessantly crying. She told me that it was very creepy. She calmed him by picking him up and walking around with him. I talked with her about it and came to my own conclusions but yours may be different.

The second incident happened months later. Again the baby was being checked on but this time it was my Mother. My sister was away to our eldest sister’s house and consequently, my Mother was babysitting. It was at night when she came to the door of his room to open it. As she began opening it, she thought of how creaky the door was. She wanted to get it fixed, but I guess we can’t fix every door in the house. Then, when it was about forty-five degrees open, a gust of wind blew in her face. She said later that it was like when a person runs right past you. After this I investigated the room myself to try to see if there was anyway possible wind like that could’ve come in.

I did my best to get to the bottom of this. This may all be perfectly explainable or so I thought until I investigated. When I talked to my sister about what happened that night with the baby she told me how afraid and scared he was. She said that it was very creepy but she didn’t know what the truth really was. Maybe he just had a bad dream. I mean, some dreams can seem very real. Or maybe evil spirits do torment children in their beds. When I investigated the room, I tried to simulate just how it had happened the night when my mother had checked on the baby. I came to the door and creaked it half open. Then, I opened it the rest of the way to see a small vent right beside the door. I put my hand over it when it came on to see how well the heat came out. There was barely any wind generated from it at all. I could tell right away that the vent was not the culprit. So, I looked around. There at the opposite side of the room was the window, but according to her, the window had not been open that night and the vent was not on. From her testimony it sounded like a stronger wind than could be produced without an open window. She said, when the wind had first hit her, she was startled. It was nothing she had ever experienced before.

I told you in the beginning that I do not offer the explanation to the things that have happened. I only know that evil spirits are not a fairy tale. They do exist. They do haunt people’s lives. When Jesus came to Earth, he drove the demons out of many people. He said that when they are driven from a man they roam around arid places looking for a place to rest. Then, they decide to return to the person they left. When they return they find the “house” swept clean and put in order. With seven more evil than itself, it returns to live in that person and the final condition of the man is worse than the first. What is wrong with this picture? It is that the man was not guarding his heart against evil. The Bible says to resist the Devil and he will flee from you. If we guard our hearts against Demonic spirits, we won’t have to be the victim of several returning demons.
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