"Murphy's Law"

Almost 7 years ago my boyfriend and I came to the small town of Murphy N.C. hoping to improve our life and be close to his family. We had no idea what hell this quiet, little town nestled in the bible belt in the mountains had in store for us. At first everything was good. He landed a painting job quickly making good money. We came here with lots of hopes and dreams of a life full of joy and hearts full of love as we grew old together. This town nearly destroyed all that. Almost 7 years ago the nightmare began. My boyfriend was arrested in Clay County by a Cherokee County officer. He was set up by a "friend" who asked us for a ride and ended up planting drugs under his seat. He was placed on probation for 3 years, but started noticing that he was being followed everywhere he went, it seemed like they had a tracker on him. Also we felt that there was spyware in our house. There were comments made by his co-workers about things talked about in the privacy of our bedroom. Then started the lies being told to him of affairs. We never had a cross word between us until we came here. But since this all started it seems all we do is argue. He witnessed someone that couldn't be seen trying to get in the back door. The knob turned but he could see nobody there. They fought over the doorknob and then it stopped. He called 911 to report it and they looked around and found nothing amiss but ended up arresting us because of some pot seeds they found, that I had forgotten about, and paraphenalia they had seen while conducting their search. He was held in a holding cell for about a week or two, sprayed with some kind of substance that impaired his vision and then made him blind for 3 days. He had vivid hallucinations, (or were they) of people being let in his cell to torture him - burning him, sticking him with pins or some kind of sharp objects, and various other things. When he was put into population he was told there was a hit on his life. He has had flashes of memory about the holding cell events ever since, just trying to piece things together and make some sense of it all. He first thought it may have something to do with old aquaintances, but as years went by we came up with several theories, and are still no closer to finding the truth. There has been talk of "people" walking through walls in the detention center. I believe I have also seen similar things in my house. Things like shadow people, figures in hooded robes, transparent figures surrounded by light, orbs of light (once they even entered my boyfriend who I will call E for the sake of protecting his identity). It went in his chest and out the top of his head.

When he was released from jail he began to experience feelings of being sprayed or misted with some kind of substance, sometimes smelling like urine and sometimes burning him, leaving angry red marks on his body. There seemed to be no apparent source, as it happened in the house, outside and even at his job. He thought his coworkers were doing it, even thought I was doing it or putting someone up to it. You could see nothing there that could be doing it. However our walls in our bedroom were sometimes beaded with moisture. Holes would appear in them that we thought may be the source of the spraying. We would patch the holes and repaint the room and the holes would appear again soon after. That still doesn't explain how this still happened at his job.

There have also been strange occurrences like things disappearing right before our eyes. For instance we were installing a new microwave and put the old one aside for later disposal. Later that night we were going out to target shoot and went to pick up our flashlight, which was between us on the bed just seconds before, but it was nowhere to be found. We looked high and low, but it had vanished into thin air. Months later we were going to dispose of the microwave and heard something rolling around inside. When we opened the door, much to our surprise, there was our flashlight. There have been several incidents like that over the years, like someone with a mischievous spirit was pulling pranks on us. E's air rifles, scopes, and other belongings would come up broken. These things only happened to me occasionally, but with him it was a regular thing. This led to many fights between us because it appeared that the only way these things could have been done is with the help of someone who lived here. But as God is my witness that is not the case. These things were done almost on a daily basis by something not seen or heard by anyone. This is a situation in which the impossible became possible, nothing is as it seems and there seems to be no reasonable explanation for it.

It seems like the goal is to divide us, turn us against each other with distrust caused by strange occurrences with no apparent explanations that didn't implicate me. This left me defenseless, and feeling hopeless because I didn't know what was happening and could provide no explanation. This made his suspicions grow more and more as time went on that I was not his partner, friend and lover but had turned traitor somewhere along the way. He even began to question if I hadn't been involved in some plot against him from the time we met. This Invisible entity had taken over our lives and built a wall between us that I still don't know if it can ever be torn down. It has caused broken hearts, despair and hopelessness that drove me to attempt suicide at least 6 times just in the first year. I love E with all my heart and don't think I could survive losing him, especially believing so many lies about me. I could not bear the thought of losing him this way.

There is also the matter of the mysterious writing that appeared out of nowhere on our ceilings, walls, and floors. It even appeared on us, as if etched into our skin while we slept. We hung up blankets a few times hoping it would communicate with us and give us some kind of revelation. I could make out a few words, but never a complete sentence. There were symbols and numbers mixed in with it too. There seemed to be no beginning and no end to these "messages". So this also drew a blank.

I consulted paranormal investigators, mediums, and spiritual advisors and it was recommended that I call in a priest to perform an exorcism on this house and us. However E's mom would never stand for that. She is a devout Catholic and does not believe in poltergeists , demons and things of that nature. She seemed unaffected by these happenings and oblivious to what was going on here. Therefore she thought us both crazy. So I tried binding and banishing spells, cleansing the house using sage and holy water, anything I could think of as I was always researching ways to rid us of this evil. Nothing worked. I got a fire reading from a psychic and was told there was a demonic force at work here who was trapped here unable to move on to it's final destination because it's plae of origin was trying to pull it back but it didn't want to go. Therefore it was anchored here and unable to move on. That is the closest I've gotten to an explanation in all these years.

There is also the matter of the strange occurrences that have occurred in what I call the enchanted forest. We have witnessed strange troll and leprechaun looking creatures, small creatures that look like a blur of light because they move so fast you can't define what they are. A bird so big it looked like some kind of prehistoric creature that swooped out of nowhere snatching it's prey out of a tree and slamming against trees as it made it's way through the "enchanted forest". I saw hooded figures in dark cloaks making there way through the woods by candlelight. They formed a circle, as if to perform some kind of ritual. Also there are the strange carvings in the trees that look like those you find on tribal totem poles. We do live on Cherokee Indian land so maybe there's a connection. The tree branches fall in such perfect formation, as if it were carefully placed that way. The stumps look as if they have been carved into shapes of animals, such as bears and wolves. One day E walked outside, as he does almost every day, for his morning walkabout, seeking evidence and answers. He called me, excitedly to witness this strange flocking of a few different species of birds which seemed to be engaged in some sort of battle. One species seemed to be launching attack on the other. They swooped through the sky, repeatedly attacking the less fortunate ones who took refuge in the trees and sent them flying again. This went on for an hour or two and suddenly stopped as quickly as it started. We had never seen anything like it before or since. He has told me how the birds followed him on his walks, particularly a male cardinal. This is supposed to symbolize a male loved one who has passed on to the other side.

I will end this true story by asking for feedback from anyone who can shed some light on this situation. Anyone who has similar experiences, or knowledge of such matters. You can find me on facebook under Jeanette Ribelin. Thank you for reading my story.