Jackals of the Night

By P. Mesta

Jackals of the Night is based on traumatic and abusive incidents in a young girls life. These nightmares that started were begun from the seeds of these occurrences. The spirits that haunted her and never left until their time here on earth finally ran out and they were sucked back into the hell they belonged to. Those Jackals of the Night were predators. They hid in the closets, in the hallways, and truly within real life. Wearing their masks, pretending they were caring people: the so-called protectors that turned their backs on this young child. These are people that never believed the truth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 15, 2010
• ISBN: 9781453599495

P. Mesta

P. Mesta is a new author …She has been married for 40 years. A mother of 3 daughters and a grandmother of 3 …She has a career that stems for 38 years and now is writing about haunting incidents that have been analyzed and looked at thoroughly. She feels that children see things on a different level then grownups do and being a product of a child born in the 50’s , she has had a similar life on how “no one listens” which was so true in that decade. Being seen and not heard is what was preached throughout most of the young lives of children from that era. “Do as I say and not as I do,” was another saying that was preached to the children of the 50’s. Certain stories were never told and writing them down can help prevent the silent world of a child’s unknown life. Having nightmares and dreams that have come true over her own life time , have made her into an author , hoping to open the eyes to the silent world that young children face when, “ no one is listening.” What is nothing to us can create a major trauma in a young child’s life. Not every haunting or boogieman is pretend. Fact or Fiction, you decide.

Book preview

Chapter One

Terror at Night

THE NIGHTMARES HAVE started . . . . Marie goes through these nights of deep realm sleep that erupt into nightmares . . .

These last hours of sleep, during her night, have become the world of spirits. The door to Hell could never be as petrifying as the terror dream she dreamt.

Our minds can surpress thoughts and events for years. The brain is huge storage box. It can store away tragic experiences for so long, until one day, the storage box can not longer hold the memory back. It surface in bits and pieces, like a puzzle, until it finally, puts these pieces together, remembering all the details . . .

This has happened since she was young . . . . the dreams, all day her mind is on the dream from the night before, wondering about what parts are real. Then something happens that proves part of the dream was going to happen or did happen. Always wondering which part. Marie would cry, God, please stop the nightmares! . . . fear and anxiety become part of the night.

Her crying at night for her mom and dad after a night terror dream, only made them upset. One of her parents would come into the bedroom, just turning on the light saying to her, Just go to sleep, Marie! Mommy and daddy are tired. There is nothing in your room! Stop crying! But Marie knew they were wrong.

They never saw the shadows at night. The spirit hauntings. Piering at her from the doors and edge of her bed. Those big huge eyes, watching her. Then the shadow swirling around the room. Making swishing sounds and deep moans.

These spirits were now called the boogie men. Marie wondered, Why did the grown ups call them that? What are the boogie men? Could they have looked tall, short, fat, thin? All she knew was these men were going to get her.! She was told they would get her if she was bad . . . She was not being bad and they were still after her.

A lot of fear came from the fact that Marie’s parents argued constantly, from the time she could remember, mostly at night, laying in her crib, sucking her thumbs raw and putting a blanket over her eyes so the boogie men would not get her. The spirit shadows she would see at night in her room. They would swish by the windows, by the door way and watch at the edge of her bed. They bodies were not solid and a fog of air always floated around them. These eyes even glowed.

Laying in the dark, facing the bedroom door, peeking out from the covers, just wanting to sleep. Even on the hot summer nights, hiding under the blankets, not wanting to see the eyes on these jackals of the night. The dark swirls of air encircling her bed.

All she could do is call out to her parents but every time they would say the same thing, Stop crying and go to sleep. You just had a nightmare!" Did they not see how scared she was?? They never saw the boogie men of the night.

There was this one in particular FLICKER of a memory that also would haunt her in her dreams as well as awake.

This confused her most her life. During the day, the flickers of this incident would sporadically run through her mind . . . This memory was finally confirmed as a true happening and was not a dream. Marie would discover that this spontaneous flicker of her memory really happened until 40 years went by and truths were told.

The confirmation of this memory shocked Marie . . . She was no more than a year old when it happened. She was laying on a bed or a table . . . looking up at the bare wood ceiling . . . she saw just wood beams and could see a young girl looking over her . . . . she saw a smile but a sneaking smile. She turned her head to sideways and saw a black animal next to her . . . . it stood their with its beady eyes staring at her . . . its short front legs scatched at her . . . she was wondering in her little mind, What is happening? . . . . it scatched at her again and the girl looking over her still was just smiling . . .

The all of a sudden she heard a voice that was more like one she heard before . . . This person stood over her and snatched her up from the were she was laying . . . Her face was angered as she looked at the girl standing there, she just grabbed Marie and ran from that room, with Marie in her arms.

Years and years went by. This incident became a memory that would not go away . . . Marie finally ask Bebe about the house that her grandparents live in first . . . the big house on Marshal street. Bebe explained, this house had an attic . . . The attic was used to store food . . . . They put the potatoes, flour, and dried foods in these attic . . . . None of the children were not allowed up there . . . .

Someone brought Marie into that room . . . . she was only a baby . . . Why was I brought there? she asked her mom . . . Bebe did not know. No one let children in that attic because it was dangerous . . . in the attic were rats . . . They hid and sometimes they would just sneak up on anyone in there . . . . there were traps around they still managed to not be caught . . . .

How did Marie remember this incident? She was not more then 8 months old when this happened. An evil plot to hurt her even as a young child. Who was the young girl who brought her in the attic? . . . Did she want to hurt Marie on purpose? That answer would never be known what lurks in the minds of older children . . . jealousy and envy . . . .

The mind is a complicated tool and the significance of this event shows that our feeling of fear start at a very young age is fueled by the grown ups around us who do not protect but purposely hurt . . . Marie saw harm going to happen to her but no way of helping herself.

The guardian spirits assigned to her were the ones that intervene and send help.

Chapter Two

Haunting of the Nights

THERE WERE THE spirits of the night and also in the day. No one understood that she was really awake and not having a nightmare . . . why would they! Being only an infant to 2 years old, so how could she have any more then a simple bad dream.

The spirit people terrorized Marie. Because of her fear of them, instead of calming the fear, the grown ups around her used it as a silent weapon in disciplining her and her older brother, Tommy. This jackal spirit people would get us if we were bad, those boggie men. We were the ones that were threatened with