If you read my other post 'Solitary Confinement isn't so "Solitary"' you may have seen a reply I made about a spirit named 'Cile' (if I mentioned the name...too lazy to check)
Anyway, Cile, is what I believe to be the spirit in the Solitary Confinement cell I was in. When I got home, I felt like I brought a piece of the Reformatory with me. I went to bed terrified. The whole time, I could literally feel something evil in there. I slept with my face to the wall, practically pressed up against it. I couldn't sleep because I could feel him watching me.
This continued on for many days after I came back. My friends were starting to notice. I had bags under my eyes and I was pale from the lack of sleep (I tend to get pale when I'm really tired). Ironically, I basically looked like a ghost. About a week after I came back, I called one of my friends. Lets call her Ellie.
Ellie has had experience with the paranormal since before I met her. She has told me many stories what I believe to be her guardian. She has proved to me that she can send her guardian to other places. I was walking in the kitchen one day on the phone with her and she said "Mary is going to throw that box at you" right when I said "what?" a box of rice flew off the counter and hit me in the arm. That's beside the point, though. Ellie sent her guardian to me that day so she could know what was following me.
Almost immediately, she said I brought something home from the Reformatory. Something evil, and that it's been following my every move for the past few days. I, of course, started freaking out. About an hour later, we hung up and I communicated with Cile. I asked him what he wanted with me. He told me (I was using a hand-made ouija board, by the way. This was before my clairaudience started to get stronger.) that my energy was strong, and he was attracted to it for some reason. I asked for his name, and that's what he gave me. Cile. C-I-L-E and told me to pronounce it "Kyle". I have looked up the name on Google and found nothing. He has given me numerous names, but that's what I choose to call him. I was still afraid, but I knew what he was and where he came from, which gave me some closure.
For the first night in a week, I slept.
After a few weeks of talking to Cile alone, I decided to tell him to one of my other friends. Let's call him Shy. Before I had moved onto the other side of town, I had talked to a spirit. She refused to tell me her name, so I called her Elizabeth. He had been with me on the phone every time I contacted her with a ouija board. After a few weeks, he started to mock Cile, because while speaking to him via ouija board, Cile clearly stated he hated him. For the first time, I channeled Cile (not on purpose, either)
If you have ever channeled a spirit, you know what it feels like. If not, it basically feels like your looking through someone elses eyes, only you can feel everything they're doing, you just have no control over it. Like a puppet, I suppose.
This was when all my other abilities had gotten stronger, was during this first channeling. They had yelled, Cile threw a few punches, and gave me my body back. Clearly, he said that he didn't want anything to have to do with Shy and that he didn't want me around him. Pretty protective for an evil spirit, wouldn't you say?
After a while, I started channeling more and more.
He got more and more violent.
I started to see Cile's dark sillouette walking through my hallways.
He got more active.
I got weaker.
He was taking over my life.
I remember clearly during one phone conversation, Cile sprang up out of nowhere. He threatened to kill Shy, and that he would ruin his life. He stated that was the whole purpose he was around me. He was feeding off my energy so that he could kill Shy later on in life. That's why I was getting so weak. I remember forcing Cile out of me, and I had claw marks on the back of my neck and a long scratch on my back. Both did not cut through skin, but they were there. I looked up, and could literally see the ceiling moving up, a glowing light in all the corners and around that walls fading into the center. The light was flickering. Shy knew I was in distress, and fighting for my life (in a sense). Since I was involved in Wicca at the time, he gave me a Wiccan prayer to bless my house. I had to recite this prayer every morning and night until some Wiccan blessed salt water in a cup had evaporated.
From that point, I drew the line.
I don't talk to Shy much anymore, but Cile still pops up every now and then. He talks to me sometimes, with clairaudience, but hasn't said anything too devious. He has calmed down a lot, but when I'm around Shy, he always comes back. Cile hasn't done anything more than turn of the TV on occasion, and sometimes blow out candles, just to show me that he's still there.
I still cannot find any information on a prisoner or demon with the name "Cile". I believe that's an alias he gave me, and that he doesn't want me to know who he really is.
I respect his privacy, and we get along really well.
This poem, by Emilie Autumn, reminds me a lot of him : )
Ghost
Anyway, Cile, is what I believe to be the spirit in the Solitary Confinement cell I was in. When I got home, I felt like I brought a piece of the Reformatory with me. I went to bed terrified. The whole time, I could literally feel something evil in there. I slept with my face to the wall, practically pressed up against it. I couldn't sleep because I could feel him watching me.
This continued on for many days after I came back. My friends were starting to notice. I had bags under my eyes and I was pale from the lack of sleep (I tend to get pale when I'm really tired). Ironically, I basically looked like a ghost. About a week after I came back, I called one of my friends. Lets call her Ellie.
Ellie has had experience with the paranormal since before I met her. She has told me many stories what I believe to be her guardian. She has proved to me that she can send her guardian to other places. I was walking in the kitchen one day on the phone with her and she said "Mary is going to throw that box at you" right when I said "what?" a box of rice flew off the counter and hit me in the arm. That's beside the point, though. Ellie sent her guardian to me that day so she could know what was following me.
Almost immediately, she said I brought something home from the Reformatory. Something evil, and that it's been following my every move for the past few days. I, of course, started freaking out. About an hour later, we hung up and I communicated with Cile. I asked him what he wanted with me. He told me (I was using a hand-made ouija board, by the way. This was before my clairaudience started to get stronger.) that my energy was strong, and he was attracted to it for some reason. I asked for his name, and that's what he gave me. Cile. C-I-L-E and told me to pronounce it "Kyle". I have looked up the name on Google and found nothing. He has given me numerous names, but that's what I choose to call him. I was still afraid, but I knew what he was and where he came from, which gave me some closure.
For the first night in a week, I slept.
After a few weeks of talking to Cile alone, I decided to tell him to one of my other friends. Let's call him Shy. Before I had moved onto the other side of town, I had talked to a spirit. She refused to tell me her name, so I called her Elizabeth. He had been with me on the phone every time I contacted her with a ouija board. After a few weeks, he started to mock Cile, because while speaking to him via ouija board, Cile clearly stated he hated him. For the first time, I channeled Cile (not on purpose, either)
If you have ever channeled a spirit, you know what it feels like. If not, it basically feels like your looking through someone elses eyes, only you can feel everything they're doing, you just have no control over it. Like a puppet, I suppose.
This was when all my other abilities had gotten stronger, was during this first channeling. They had yelled, Cile threw a few punches, and gave me my body back. Clearly, he said that he didn't want anything to have to do with Shy and that he didn't want me around him. Pretty protective for an evil spirit, wouldn't you say?
After a while, I started channeling more and more.
He got more and more violent.
I started to see Cile's dark sillouette walking through my hallways.
He got more active.
I got weaker.
He was taking over my life.
I remember clearly during one phone conversation, Cile sprang up out of nowhere. He threatened to kill Shy, and that he would ruin his life. He stated that was the whole purpose he was around me. He was feeding off my energy so that he could kill Shy later on in life. That's why I was getting so weak. I remember forcing Cile out of me, and I had claw marks on the back of my neck and a long scratch on my back. Both did not cut through skin, but they were there. I looked up, and could literally see the ceiling moving up, a glowing light in all the corners and around that walls fading into the center. The light was flickering. Shy knew I was in distress, and fighting for my life (in a sense). Since I was involved in Wicca at the time, he gave me a Wiccan prayer to bless my house. I had to recite this prayer every morning and night until some Wiccan blessed salt water in a cup had evaporated.
From that point, I drew the line.
I don't talk to Shy much anymore, but Cile still pops up every now and then. He talks to me sometimes, with clairaudience, but hasn't said anything too devious. He has calmed down a lot, but when I'm around Shy, he always comes back. Cile hasn't done anything more than turn of the TV on occasion, and sometimes blow out candles, just to show me that he's still there.
I still cannot find any information on a prisoner or demon with the name "Cile". I believe that's an alias he gave me, and that he doesn't want me to know who he really is.
I respect his privacy, and we get along really well.
This poem, by Emilie Autumn, reminds me a lot of him : )
Ghost
