May 20, 2005
The Little Red Rocking Chair
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Jerry E. Spivey, Brooklyn, New York, Around
1958,
info@ghostvillage.com
Throughout my life, I have experienced plenty of ghost phenomena
and I’ve had direct contact with plenty of demonic spirits. I was once a
preacher and wasn’t afraid of demons or ghosts. I’ve been involved in
exorcisms, whereby some of the demons, upon being expelled made the
hideous sounds upon leaving. I’ve never heard any animal that sound like
those demons leaving a person's soul -- it’s very frightening. I’ve seen
shadows on the wall made by demons. I myself was once possessed by a
demon before I started my ministry. My wife and I have heard loud
footsteps from a deceased friend from our neighborhood just dropping in
to say “hello.” I’ve heard banging noise from angry spirits that
vibrated my whole house! I’ve encountered so many haunting, seen plenty
of ghosts, and personally dealt with plenty of ghosts and demons. Each
story is so haunting that I feel I could write a book. But, I will tell
you a story of my first haunting. Because my first haunting is the one
that scared me the most. Usually, when I verbally tell people of my
first haunting, they don’t believe me. In fact, it’s hard to believe,
but it did happen, just as I write it. I have an explanation as to how
this happened. But first, please read my first haunting story.
My first haunting started when I was about six years old. I was
raised at Park Place, Brooklyn, New York from 1953 to 1962. I played
with a particular clown doll, that was most unusual in its appearance.
Its face was fully painted like a clown and its hat was long and pointed
with a small ball on top and it stood straight up. That doll was quite
haunting just looking at it, especially his smile, but for some reason,
that was my favorite doll. For some reason, I loved to play with that
doll and nothing else. I didn’t want to play with the neighborhood kids.
I was a lonely child, and most of my day was spent rocking in my little
red rocking chair, usually, all day and I would day dream, but I always
had my favorite clown doll with me. (My mother recently told me that she
gave me the clown doll and my little red rocking chair which would
explain my fascination for the clown doll and my little red rocking
chair because I longed to be with my mother, but I was raised by my aunt
and uncle.) My aunt and uncle raised me because my father was killed in
a car accident when I was just one year old. My mother couldn’t afford
raising two children alone so she sent my brother to North Carolina to
live with her sister and bother-in-law. However, I stayed in New York
with my father’s sister and her husband. My aunt thought that I was
missing out of my childhood by rocking in that chair and playing with
the clown doll all day, but I had my reasons. I kept rocking and playing
with my doll.
One evening, my uncle was out all night playing cards with his
friends. Usually, when my uncle was out for the night, my aunt would ask
me to sleep with her and on this particular evening she woke me from my
sleep and asked me to sleep with her. Of course, I obliged. (I now
believe that my aunt had seen ghosts in her bedroom and was afraid to
sleep alone.) My little red rocking chair was in her bedroom near the
window and there was a flower in a flower pot on the windowsill, my
clown doll was sitting in the little red rocking chair facing the window
and the flowers.
I was very sleepy when my aunt woke me to sleep with her and it took
no time for me to fall back to sleep in her bed. For some reason, I was
awaken around three o’clock that morning and heard my chair rocking by
itself! My clown doll was in that chair and as I turned my head in the
direction of the rocking chair I witnessed the most profound thing that
has haunted me from that evening, my clown doll, was rocking in the
chair and playing with flowers on the windowsill! The moon reflection
gave the most frighten silhouette image. The shadow of my doll rocking
in my rocking chair and moving around like a person playing with the
flowers terrified me! I couldn’t believe my eyes, I was not dreaming,
this was real life and I was really scared like never before, but my
fears would heighten when the doll stopped rocking and turned its head
in my direction. My heart stopped. My doll was looking in my direction
and proceeded to get out of the rocking chair and walk in my direction!
Immediately, I pulled the covers over my head and held close to my aunt
with fear that I never thought possible!
That night was the longest night of my life. The fear of my clown
doll pulling the covers from me froze me with sweat dripping madly from
my body. Thank God that my clown doll never touched the covers. What
seemed like hours later, I finally fell back to sleep, of course,
hugging very close to my aunt. When I woke up in the morning, I found my
doll still sitting in my little red rocking chair with the most hideous
smile on its face. I screamed like a baby and asked my aunt to remove
the clown doll from my little red rocking chair and to please throw the
doll away. I never told my aunt this story and I never saw that doll
again until about 40 years later when a co-worker bought the clown doll
from a Web site that was selling old dolls from the 50’s over the
internet and a co-worker brought the same doll! The doll was delivered
wrapped and he unwrapped the doll in the office. (It had the same
hideous smile of its face.) As soon as I saw that doll I asked my
co-worker to please put it away immediately and explained my childhood
fears surrounding that clown doll. This is a true story.
Now here’s my explanation -- through my ministry years I’ve been
involved with many demons and angels. I’ve seen thing move around my
apartment as though someone was there moving the objects themselves. In
fact, poltergeist activities has been know to throw or move items
around, therefore, mischievous spirits can make things like dolls move
at their will.
