Shape-shifting, or true definition of the word....metamorphosis is the ability of an entity to physically transform into another being or form.
The stalker entity has many tricks he performs such as moving objects, opening & closing cabinets or doors, knocking on walls, turning off & on lights or other electrical objects, calling out our names, tapping on the back of our shoulders or touching us and much more. His boldest endeavor by far is his ability to shape shift. Next I will share a few details of when he did this.
He shaped shifted into an imitation of my cat, who has since passed. A gorgeous black Persian named Spook. She use to sleep with me every night and would jump up at the foot of the bed then walk to the head of the bed and snuggle with me, it was her nightly ritual. This one night in particular she bounced upon the bed, still awake I rolled over onto my left side and started petting her. Warm to the touch and purring heavily she obviously enjoyed the attention she was receiving. Suddenly something quite disturbing happened at the foot of the bed. All the hair on my arms stood up, something small jumped up onto the bed with us and I could feel the mattress respond as it moved towards me. I held my breath, and rolled onto my back so I could get a better look at what it was. My brain was trying to comprehend what my eyes were seeing. It was my cat, how was that possible? Quickly sitting up I glanced over to the cat I had been petting and watched it disappear before my eyes. Laying back down I cowered under the covers waiting for the morning. Like many other previous night's we wouldn't get any sleep.
The stalker entity has many tricks he performs such as moving objects, opening & closing cabinets or doors, knocking on walls, turning off & on lights or other electrical objects, calling out our names, tapping on the back of our shoulders or touching us and much more. His boldest endeavor by far is his ability to shape shift. Next I will share a few details of when he did this.
He shaped shifted into an imitation of my cat, who has since passed. A gorgeous black Persian named Spook. She use to sleep with me every night and would jump up at the foot of the bed then walk to the head of the bed and snuggle with me, it was her nightly ritual. This one night in particular she bounced upon the bed, still awake I rolled over onto my left side and started petting her. Warm to the touch and purring heavily she obviously enjoyed the attention she was receiving. Suddenly something quite disturbing happened at the foot of the bed. All the hair on my arms stood up, something small jumped up onto the bed with us and I could feel the mattress respond as it moved towards me. I held my breath, and rolled onto my back so I could get a better look at what it was. My brain was trying to comprehend what my eyes were seeing. It was my cat, how was that possible? Quickly sitting up I glanced over to the cat I had been petting and watched it disappear before my eyes. Laying back down I cowered under the covers waiting for the morning. Like many other previous night's we wouldn't get any sleep.
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