The Tales of Thomas Blackwood: Life as a Seer

When It Began -PHASE 1

     Everyone has nightmares, whether as a child, adult, or both. I had many nightmares as a child, but one, in particular,  is seemingly relevant to my story. It was a relatively simple nightmare. In it, I was living my life as I normally did, only no matter where I looked, I saw things. I looked out my patio, and standing by the birdbath was a small goulish girl cloaked in white. I looked out another window and running by the house would be a large dog with a human face. Again, I would look out the front door, and a withered demon would approach. The entities were not only outside but inside too. I could go on with the things I saw in this dream, but the point is, no matter where I looked, I saw dark entities. This dream seemed to foreshadow my future as a seer.

     All of my dreams had two things in common; sight, and feelings. All of my nightmares involved my seeing of creatures around me. The second thing they had in common was that they all shared the same dark feeling. Now some might argue this is the property of a sensitive. I, however, would beg to differ. If I hadn't felt these dark premonitions, then the dreams would have felt like any other. Of course, at the time of these nightmares, I did not think too much of them.

     I was first drawn into the supernatural when things began to happen in reality, rather than in dreams. As for my first encounter, I must have been about twelve years of age at the time. It occurred on a Friday evening in autumn.

"When will Father leave!" I thought to myself. "He's been here for almost 2 hours." 

Father Windsor had come over to bless our house and accepted the invitation to dine with us that evening. He was how you might imagine a priest. Elderly, wise, and kind. 

"Well, I suppose I ought to leave now. I have a meeting with another parishioner at eight," said Father. "Thank you all so much for your hospitality!"

"Of course, of course, Father! Please feel free to come whenever you want." Said my mother.

Father Windsor gathered his belongings and headed toward the door as my family bade him goodbye.

"Goodbye, Father!" I remember calling, as I watched him leave.

After he left, I busied myself with a yoyo he had given us. Minutes later, the door opened.

"Thomas, don't bother yourself with me or you'll get yourself hurt."

It was the voice of my brother, Andrew. 

What on earth has he done this time? I wondered.

"What? Now wait just a minute here Andrew..." I was doing quite well with my yoyo. I didn't want to stop when I was doing so well. The door closed again, and Andrew left.

A second or two later, my yoyo lost momentum and fell down. Realizing I better see what was wrong, I headed for the door. Before I reached the door, however, Andrew approached me from behind.

"You called for me?"

     I need not tell the rest of the story here, as I am sure it is clear to the reader what happened. I can assure you, I searched outside for the mysterious newcomer, but none were around. It would have been difficult for a stranger to hide in that vast countryside. My brother and I would have seen the person fleeing (or hiding for that matter). I had multiple theories about that night, but there seemed to be only one explanation. A dark entity was disturbed by my presence, and the blessing of my house likely only made this worse. 

That incident was only the beginning of my troubles. I would later see shadows, animals, and eventually 'people'.