There are troubled spirits, but they don’t act like the ones in the horror movies. If someone was troubled while they are alive, chances are they are still troubled after they are dead.
About fourteen years ago, my husband and I lived in a small Western town. While we were living there, we kept noticing a very dark spirit stalking us everywhere we went. He was about 5 feet 6 inches tall. I know this because he was about as tall as me. He sometimes walked stiffly as if his joints ached, his hat tilted forward shadowing his face, and he wore a long black coat. He held a rifle tightly in his right hand. His left hand rested always in his pocket. He appeared to be in his late 40’s.
Whenever I tried to talk to this spirit he would just glare at me, curse under his breath and become even angrier. Both my husband and I had this horrible feeling that he wanted to kill us. One day we both prayed and asked God to send us some help to get rid of the spirit. That same day, a group of kind spirits arrived and began to help us. They protected us from the troubled spirit and one of them told us the story of why the gunman was haunting us.
We had first met this spirit in a past life. At the time we were just simple farmers who had settled in the West during the early 1700’s. We had built a modest cabin and we furnished it mostly with the tables and chairs that my husband had made. We had chosen a piece of land that a beautiful stream ran through and we intended to live there for the rest of our lives. We had two horses, three cows, some hogs, and a small flock of chickens. Whenever we needed extra food, my husband went out hunting for rabbit, squirrel, or whatever game was available at the time.
One day, while we were getting water from the stream, someone started shooting at us. For just a moment we saw the form of a medium sized man wearing a black overcoat peeking out from behind our barn. We quickly ran back to the house and hid there until we thought that the person had gone. When we opened the door just a crack, we were shot at again. My husband grabbed his hunting rifle and tried to fire back, but he gave up when he realized that he could not pinpoint exactly where the gunman was.
Every one in the town we lived in was aware that someone was intent on driving certain people off of their land, but no-one really knew why. There had been two families driven off before us. The only thing we all had in common was that the same river ran through each of our lands.
Knowing that we were no match for such an experienced gunman, we eventually packed the wagon and left. We drove for weeks until we reached my sister and brother-in-law’s farm and settled down on a piece of land that they gave to us. In exchange for the land, we helped them to plant and cultivate their crops each year.
In that past life we never saw the gunman again. It wasn’t until we moved out West in this life that we were once more plagued by his dark and shadowy presence. It was as if he had come back to finish the job of forcing us to leave. According to the spirits, we had settled on the very same location that our cabin had been two hundred years ago.
When I asked one of the spirits why the gunman had come after us back in the 1700’s, she told me that a very influential man who lived in a town nearby had struck gold in the same stream that flowed through our farm. When he realized that we could claim any gold found in that portion of the stream, he hired a gunman to get rid of us.
It took two long and grueling months for the spirits to convince the gunman to leave us alone. In the end, he dropped his head and slowly walked away. I don’t know where he went, and I’m not sure I want to know. Just before he left, I asked him why he always kept his left hand in his pocket. He took his hand out and showed me the gold nuggets he had been paid with. I’m not sure where I got the courage to even speak to him, but I just had to know what was so valuable to him in that pocket.
We have been haunted by other troubled spirits over the years, but I am using this one as an example because he was the most dramatic and frightening spirit we have ever encountered. I remember telling my husband that I thought these kind of things only happened in old cowboy movies. I kept asking the spirits if I was hearing the story right, because it sounded more like something from a Western novel. The spirits kept assuring me that the story was true. One of the spirits just looked confused and said, “What is a Western novel”?
We have found that the best way to deal with a really troubled spirit is to pray and ask God for help. It always works.