Something Scratching The Surface

Several years ago I began experiencing a strange phenomenon. I was waking up every so often with scratches on my body. At first, I thought I was causing them myself. I do, after all, have a rare skin disorder that makes me itch horrifically in my sleep. After several occasions, I started noticing that some of them were located in places and from angles that I was not capable of. This freaked me out a little bit, but I kept looking for plausible explanations. Most of the time it occurred, I had fallen asleep on a couch or by myself, so there was no possibility that another person was doing it. I’m allergic to cats and have never owned one, so that too was out of the question.

There were similarities every time. They were always very light scratches, and no blood was ever coming from them, though there might be a spec along the lines. The skin was perforated and burning. That was typically how I knew they were there. I could feel a light burning and irritation, generally along my collar bone, base of the neck or face. There was always exactly three of them, and they were the same distance apart from each other. The length was generally about six inches. As I began to realize that it was more likely I wasn’t causing them, the fact that they appeared in the same fashion each time started to spook me a little. I began telling people about them and even looking for others on social media that might have had the same experience. It was to no avail.

One night I was lying on a couch with my young son after this had been going on for probably a couple of years. The television was at our feet, and he was on my right arm between my side and the back of the couch. After we got done with our show, he got up and left the room, and I immediately sat up and put my elbows on my knees. Resting my head in my hands, at once I felt the burning near the inside of my elbow where the arm bends in. I looked and there were the scratches. Fresh as if they had just occurred and right where my son had been laying his back. This was the first time I had noticed them at apparently the moment it happened or had just happened. Frantically, I grabbed my computer and began googling “3 scratches.” There were results.

The first site I came across described it as a global phenomenon affecting hundreds of thousands of people. It was occurring across all demographics of people, as well locations. The site said that the best guess anyone had was that the scratches were showing up prior to a major change in an individual’s life. After exhausting the relevant information there, I moved on to the next result. On a couple of message boards, multiple people were claiming that the scratches were from evil entities or demons. This freaked me out. The next thing I knew I was running through the house hyperventilating and calling my mother. Eventually I calmed down, and for the sake of my sanity, convinced myself that it was the first explanation I found. This caused me ,in my insatiable curiosity, to explore such things from a scientific angle. What I found and became fixated on was “psychosomatics.” Psychosomatics are alleged effects on the body caused by subconscious activity or mental unrest. It can potentially manifest through the skin, or in other cases cause someone to believe they have an ailment like a limp when they walk. Thus it can be a legitimate condition, or one that the individual manifests themselves.

The last time this occurred was many months ago, but it followed one of the most peculiar dreams I’d ever had. I was hovering above the ground about 7 or 8 feet and moving at what felt like was supersonic speed. I was in an open rural area, but there were no trees. The landscape was grassy and barren. Directly below me was a creek that sat several feet down into a trench. I could see a little bridge extending across it in the distance as I was approaching rapidly. It had about three steps up on either side, but was barely long enough to support a handful of people at once. As I got closer, I became aware of an invisible entity on the middle of it. It had the appearance or essence of what heat looks like when it comes off of the asphalt in the dead of summer. I became aware very quickly that this entity was the embodiment of all that is evil and twisted, on a scale unknown to mankind. It also had a feel to it like it consisted of multiple entities in one. Dozens or maybe even hundreds. Before I had a chance to become terrified of it or even consider what I might do since there was no deviating from my course, I was upon it. I seized it violently as we collided and flung it over the bridge. The last thing I remember is watching it descend into what looked like a bottomless pit as I flew over the top of it.

“Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones.” – Proverbs 3:7-8

I woke up slightly unsettled, but put the dream out of my head. Maybe an hour later I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth or whatever I was doing to get ready for the day, and once again, I felt the burning. I lowered the collar of my shirt and there they were along my collarbone. I had gotten in the habit of taking pictures of them with my phone, and believe I did on this occasion as well. There was no doubt in my mind that the scratches were connected to the dream, but I didn’t let it overwhelm me. I was used to it at this point. Psychosomatic, or whatever it may be, in the dream I had faced and conquered the evil. It is my greatest hope that this was more than symbolic. I’ve yet to have the scratches occur since.

 

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