It was a cold February night when my friend Bob and I entered the Dojo. I had keys, as I was on the instructional staff. Bob was very depressed. I had never seen him feeling so down, so depressed, before and I was seeking ways to cheer him up. No amount of friendly bantering was working, so finally I thought to try something different. I suggested to Bob that we try meditating and that he send his negativity to me and I try to send positive energy back to him. We sat down, made ourselves comfortable, and ran through our breathing exercises. Then, as taught, we emptied our minds of all thoughts, allowing them to wander freely.
Immediately, I pictured a clear plastic tube running from Bobs head to mind. A clear fluid rushed along the tube towards me. It was a weird sensation. This picture slowly faded away, and then I came to the shocking realization that we were not alone in the room.
Our Dojo was on the lowest level of a three-story bank building. Cut into the side of a hill, one could park and enter from our level or uphill directly into the bank one level above us. Our Dojo was a large, roughly square room with only one entrance. There were three sealed windows built into the eastern wall, none of which could open. As Bob and I entered the Dojo, we could easily see in a glance that it was empty. We locked the door behind us.
Moonlight filtered in through the windows and softly illuminated the room. There was nowhere anyone could hide undetected within the room and there was absolutely no way someone could enter without us knowing. Nevertheless, there were now four people in the room with us. All four of the figures were dressed in flowing oriental robes. Three were in a kneeling position in a semi-circle around us. They were hovering, floating, in this kneeling position, about a foot off the ground. One solitary person stood outside the circle. Two of the three kneeling individuals were middle aged, non-descript characters. To my immediate right was a young boy. Had I to guess, I would estimate his age from ten to twelve years of age. He was clowning around a little, unable to sit still, and as a result was getting disapproving glares from the other three figures. (He was like a ghost with attention deficient disorder.) I could not help, even with his fun loving antics, getting a feeling of intense sadness off this young person.
One lone figure stood outside the circle. He appeared to be a sculpture made from white marble. From his shoulders all the way to floor, he did not have a single wrinkle in his clothing. He turned his head towards me. As I looked at his face, I could not help but notice that he had the scariest eyes I have ever seen. They were deep black, unsettling eyes, like looking down a bottomless well. He scared me deeply. Fear prevented me from keeping eye contact with him for more than a couple of seconds at a time.
I was about to stammer something to my friend when he shouted out, Jamie, theres something in here with us! I can feel somebody here, here, here, as he pointed out each of the people I was seeing, and one way back there. For some reason Bob could not see the beings as I could but he pointed, in confirmation, to exactly where they were. I jumped to my feet and ran to the light switch. When the lights came on there was no one there, nothing. The Dojo, for all appearances, was completely empty and looked perfectly normal.
We slumped down against the wall and sat on the mats. Our nerves were on a razors edge. Whats going on? Bob asked. I dont know, I stammered in reply. Naturally, every horror movie or supernatural story we have ever seen, heard or read ran rampant through our minds. Bob suggested that they might be witches. A possibility that someone was trying to control us or use us as pawns in a game, or for their own amusement, made me very angry. Youre right, I said. Someone is playing with us! Bob was all for leaving, but with the courage born from anger, I wanted to see what would happen if we tried meditating again.
I turned off the lights and we resumed our seated positions. We quickly finished our breathing exercises and immediately the beings were visible to me again. I jumped up and again ran to turn on the light. There was nothing out of place in the Dojo. They were back, Bob said. I know. I saw them, I replied. Lets get out of here, we both yelled in harmony. We ran out of the building and jumped into my frosted green Dodge van.
The temperature was below zero that night. The frosted ground was dotted with pockets of snow here and there. The parking lot and roads were all bare. We were both shaking, and it had very little to do with the artic cold. As I started up the van, we both had the feeling someone was in the back of the van with us. The hair on the back of our necks was standing on end. Both of us kept sneaking peeks over our shoulders to see if someone or something was there. If there was, it remained mercifully invisible to us.
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