When the Spirits Come Knocking

By J.D. Parker

Suddenly I felt something grab my neck and pull me down to the floor, I could feel this “invisible entity” punching and hurting me, I was swinging in the direction of where I felt the blows coming from, and each blow delivered by the “invisible entity” packed a lot of force and rage behind it. I literally felt like I was fighting for my life. I was actually rolling around on the floor with this entity and most of the time it was on top of me. I felt like I had a sumo wrestler on top of me. The amount of pressure I felt on her chest and body was taking my breath and strength away.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781365902635

Book preview

When the Spirits Come Knocking

When the Spirits Come Knocking

By:  J.D. Parker

Copyright © 2017 J.D. Parker

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

First Printing:    2017

ISBN  978-1-365-90263-5

Girolamo Publishing Company

2100 Linwood Avenue, Apt 19P

Fort Lee, NJ  07024

Chapter 1

When the spirits come knocking, they are loud, louder than anyone can ever imagine.   Did you hear them? Did you hear them calling you?  Did you hear them talking to you?   Did you see them?  Did you? Tell me, tell me now?   Did you ever see or hear a spirit? 

Did you ever wrestle a spirit that you felt, but couldn’t see?  Did you roll around on the floor with it, hit at it while it was beating the crap out of you?   Did you ever feel the spirit climb into your bed?  Did you ever feel someone make love to you, yet no one was there?   Did you ever feel like a cat was kneading the sheets around you and you don’t own a cat?  Did you ever feel something touch you and there is no one there?  Did you ever suddenly smell cologne or perfume and you are alone, and no one else is in your house?  Did you ever hear someone calling your name, yet there is no one around you?  Did you ever feel something touch or caress you and you are all alone?  Did you ever?

They say that spirits mostly come at night, while some do come in the day; the night is when most of them choose to come to you.   Their choice for coming at night is that you are more relaxed when you are going into a different state, a relaxed state such as sleep.  They have been known to touch you, make doorbells and telephones ring, and turn light switches on and off.  They want their presence to be known.  They can appear just as you would see anyone else, appearing as solid matter.   They also can be a sliver of light that may be one or many colors; some appear as shadows, or a streak of light.   You can see opaque figures, and figure out who it is….well, I shouldn’t say you would figure out since if they come to you, they will let you know in no uncertain terms who they are and most of the time why they are there.

I never realized that people can bring spirits with them and these spirits can become separated from whence they came and remain.  As was the case with a mischievous little boy who ran, skipped, giggled and pulled my venetian blinds up and down constantly.  He arrived one day after about 6 of my son’s friends came over, they were going out and for some reason my house was always the meeting place’.   Well, after these boys left, I heard giggling and running and watched as my venetian blinds went up and down and my television volume went lower and higher, and for the record I was the only one home.  Now realizing there was someone there, I tried, and tried, but I could only feel its presence, couldn’t see it.  This went on for days and days, I couldn’t figure out who he was and with whom he came.  He was so mischievous, that while my son was in school and I was at work he would still run, and jump….how do I know this you are asking yourself.  Well, my downstairs neighbor, a lovely Irish woman by the name of Fran, called me at work to plead with me to ask my son to stop running around like a crazy person as it was disturbing her very sick husband.  I explained that I knew for a fact that no one was home as the attendance officer at the high school had strict orders to call me if my son did not show up for class.  How do you explain to someone without sounding crazy that there is no one at home, but yes there is something that is running around the house I tried saying that maybe he had left his television on and the high base on it was making a thumping sound similar to someone running around.  How else could you explain it oh, by the way, Fran that’s not my son, but there is the spirit of a child that someone left behind and he’s running and jumping and playing, but no one can see him, and I have no clue how he arrived or who he is."  The mere presence of this little boy exhausted me, just as I would be falling asleep, he’d put the television on, or he’d raise the venetian blinds, or just start giggling.   Finally, about two weeks later, three boys came over and when they left, my mischievous little boy was gone, never to return to my home again, and I was finally able to get some much deserved sleep and my neighbors would never be disturbed again.

I never knew that spirits could be evil.  I always assumed that they were good, like angels sent from God or at the very least mischievous like the spirit of that little boy.

Spirits can be conjured up if you will to do evil, they are tricked with the promise of being brought into the light, away from the fires of hell, they desperately want to escape they do the evil.   They do not even knowing what they are doing is wrong.  They are so convinced that by doing this task they will finally reach the kingdom of heaven.   I know this first hand, but I’ll get to that in a little bit.

Chapter 2

Let me tell you all about my life with dead people, spirits,  and how the spirits led me to a life with gypsies and my life, which some may think delusional, while others who have seen, heard or understand about spirits would say, oh well, that’s normal.  As an aside, I am not the ghost whisperer and I don’t consider myself a medium, I consider myself someone who was blessed with a special gift from God and that is how I live my life.  The only person who knows why I see spirits is God.   Let me tell you how this all began.

Of the 78,586 deaths that occurred that year, 30,246 were classified as accidental; the one most memorable death was that of a young truck driver, we will call Neal, who was so angry that his life was over that his spirit possessed an innocent baby girl who was born on December 16th, the day Neal died.   It would be 40 years until his presence was discovered and he was sent to the light, or was he?

Neal made his presence known over the Labor Day weekend, when my girlfriend Susie and I were sitting in my dining room having a few glasses of wine.  Marco, my pre-teen son had left to go to a friends’ house.  Suddenly Susie says I guess Marco’s getting ready to go out, it smells like he’s discovered cologne.  I knew I smelled cologne, but was so use to it that I didn’t think twice about it.  Simply I said Marco left about 20 minutes ago you didn’t see him leave?  Susie looked wide eyed and said in a matter of fact way, "then it must be the spirit that’s here.

Never before in the five plus years that we have been friends, did either of us ever talk about spirits or ghosts or anything remotely related to spirits.  So why did he choose tonight?  Was Neal’s presence so overpowering that