My name is Ciara Webb, let me tell you about my awakening nightmare I had two nights ago... Well, first let me tell you what happened to me a month ago in my waking state reality too. Something bad kept happening last month in reality and me and my family got scared.
A month ago before I had this dream, I was upstairs in my room reading to my daughter Kiara, and I had the blinds open to get some sunlight and to look at the outside view, and I suddenly saw a Hispanic boy come running into my back yard and I panicked and I quickly ambled into my mother's room across the hall. I told her someone was in our backyard, and plus we need a lock on our gates because it's very easy for people to get inside our backyard. I told her we need those gates fixed badly.
So two days ago, in that week, I was walking down the stairs and the door bell rings, and my mother's sister, which is my aunt, who comes over weekly to help my mom with home care regarding her illness. So, anyways, the bell rung and I looked out the peep hole and no one was there. So I thought it was just a glitch in the bell device. I looked out of the window, and no one was there either. So when I forgot about it and went into the kitchen, the door bell rings again and I ignored it, and told my aunt it's probably a glitch in the doorbell device, maybe we need another doorbell. Suddenly I heard knocking, loud knocking. Me and my aunt heard it and we both got so scared. She went to the door and looked out the peep hole and saw a man in a light brown jacket standing there. My aunt spoke, asking him what he wanted? He told her he was looking for some guy named Mario, and she told him there wasn't no Mario who lives here in this house. So the guy really did not take Mario wasn't here for an answer. So the guy kept constantly asking for this Mario man, and my aunt kept telling him there was no Mario who lives here, "you have the wrong house sir," my aunt told the man.
"just get away from the door Willa cause he could have a gun or somethin," I whispered to my aunt.
She hurried and closed the door and he was still outside waiting for 5 minutes, and he left and got inside a white car and drove away. My aunt thought maybe it was some kind of a drug deal going on in the neighborhood. "Yeah I believe it's that," I said.
It happened again after that, and one morning my aunt saw a girl and a boy in our back yard but this time they were black and they looked like teenagers, and I felt like going out there because I was getting mad, but my aunt advise me not too because they could have a gun or some kind of weapon them. So they had rung the door bell in front of the house again, and we didn't answer it.
2 days later, someone else shows up, and this time it was a boy wearing a red coat who looked like he was 18 or 19 years old. He rung the front doorbell and we did not answer it, than he went into the backyard area and banged on the door. Our backyard gates needs to be fixed urgently, and I really had to be on my Landlord about that. But the boy in the red coat had came to the front door again, and my aunt had closed the blinds swiftly, but he kept knocking. That's when my aunt had peeped out the blinds and asked this guy what he wanted? He asked if a guy named Mario lived here, the same person the other people was asking days ago. I was thinking who the hell is this Mario guy they looking for? Are they trying to set my family up or something? She told him there is no Mario living here, and he said firmly he wanted his money, and he wants it now. My aunt kept telling him no Mario is here. "Just get away from the window Willa," I told her. He just kept knocking, and kept saying, "I WANT MY MONEY." My aunt told me to call 911 and I did. I gave them the 911 dispatcher the description of how the boy looked, and they came here within 10 minutes, and the boy had left. When the police stopped by, I told the police officers the same thing I told the dispatcher, and they said they already checked the backyard and front side of the house, and the boy wasn't there. I told them he left 5 minutes after they showed up. They informed us that if we see him again, give them a call. We agreed. So I called my Landlord the next morning, and informed her what's been going on. I kept praying for days that she hires someone to fix our gates and put higher gates around the house because the gates we have is so small and it is very easy for someone to get inside our backyard.
The next night, I had a dream that felt so real that I was going into my kitchen and noticed in my dinning room window that the gate door was open in the backyard. I was saying to myself, " I could of sworn that gate was closed. That gate is always closed." So I just stood there, and were watching to see if anyone entered the yard. After 5 seconds, all of a sudden I see a big fat man come running towards the alley entering my backyard. He was holding a rifle and behind him he had two little kids, a boy and a girl. I was saying to myself, "Why would an adult bring his kids to a shoot out?" But when he got closer to the house he banged on the door, so I hurried and closed the window blinds and they saw me closed it, and when I did, the man started shooting at the door, and I got scared and peeped out and a group of two other boys were wearing all black had entered the backyard too. I saw the man break the door down and the two boys started shooting up the house and they got inside the basement and I was so frightened that I was getting confused on what direction I should take and I tried to go out the front door but they were shooting that door down. So I decided to go upstairs where my room is, and I climbed out of the window and jumped out, and I suddenly woke up.
When I woke up from that strange nightmare I had to rebuke it. I kept saying out loud, "THE BLOOD OF JESUS, THE BLOOD OF JESUS, THE BLOOD OF JESUS, I PLEAD THE BLOOD OF JESUS." After I kept praying and pleading the blood of Jesus, I got up out of the bed, and looked out the window, and it was raining and it looked really dark outside, which I started to think about that nightmare I woke up from. I never was afraid of the dark, and as some of you know I write so many horror stories and books that I am deeply fascinated with the Horror genre, I love reading and writing scary books. But after having that nightmare, I was feeling scared for my life and for my family. I never felt so scared in my life. I ended up staying up for two hours, and I started feeling afraid, I started weeping out to God and quoting bible scriptures. I thank God that Kharoshka the moderator had informed me to purchase that Ganesha statue. So I got up and went to my prayer room downstairs. My prayer room actually used to be my brother's room, but he does not live with us anymore, so I turned his room into a prayer room where I can pray in peace. So I took out the Lord Ganesha statue from the closet I have in that room. The Ganesha statue is made from India, and I placed it on top of the glass table in the center in the room and started praying saying, "Oh Lord help me O God, always protect this family and keep this family safe from seen and unseen danger O God, and I plead the blood of Jesus from the crown of my head, and to the soul and to my feet O God, because you "Hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, love, and a sound mind." 2 Timothy 1:7.
But that is not the end of my story.
The next night, I had another nightmare that I taking out the trash and noticed a baby was lying dead in the alley and I was frightened and went back in the yard and saw a man lying face down dead too, and that's when I woke up from the dream fast, and I had to rebuke that dream too. I kept talking to myself saying, "God I hope that dead baby in the alley doesn't symbolizes my baby Kiara, and I hope the man who I assumed was the baby's father in the dream don't symbolizes Kiara's father." I just kept praying and praying for an hour. I kept pleading the blood of Jesus again and went to the Ganesha statue in my prayer room.
But this is still not the end of it, two days later, the door bell rings again in the morning, and my aunt asked who was it at the door? It was a female this time, and my aunt opened the door. When she opened the door, I was so nervous and was telling myself, "why did she open the door? The girl could of had a gun." The girl told my aunt someone was in our backyard, and I hurried and looked out the back window through the dinning room area, and I didn't see no one in the backyard. The girl said okay, and left. "I think she's part of that drug deal too, I think her and them is in on it," I told my aunt. She agreed with me. This situation never happened to us, our neighborhood was always peaceful. I have been living in this neighborhood since 2003, and we never experienced this. I shared this story to many people and they informed me that maybe someone was trying to use my address. Some people I know say most people target the suburban areas and quiet environments more than the dangerous environments because that's where all the money and valuable objects are. But why? What's the reason why they target good and peaceful neighborhoods? Is it because they think it is a weak environment? There are mostly older and elderly people who lives in my neighborhood. The elders never cause any trouble, and it is mostly Mexico City near my area in Chicago. I live in a mix area with different types of cultures.
After that happened, I kept praying and praying and kept asking God "to please make my house a fixer upper with protection and a secured home."
When I had told my landlord what all had been going on and she was shocked. She told me when the summer comes, she will hire a handy man to fix the gates and a lot of other things because she is saving up some money, but I needed it done immediately, and I prayed on that as well.
In the second week of this month, I got a phone call from my landlord telling me she found a contractor sooner, and she has money to give the contractors to work on my house. I didn't know if she was lying to me at first that she didn't have the money to fix the gates until summer, and now all of a sudden she has the money now since she found a contractor. But, anyways, the contractor had installed the high gates last week in my backyard, and some automatic lights in front of the house, thank you Jesus. My landlord also informed me that the handy men will fix more things in my house that needs to be done which is a hole in the bathroom that is on the top wall, the back door that needs a new screen door, the roof top needs some repairment. They already fixed my kitchen sink two days ago that was leaking. I just want to say to everyone on this app that prayer will change everything, and God will always solve the solution to our problems. All we must do is to keep having faith and believe that he can and he will fix it. So "Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord. Psalms 27:14 NIV
God always have a way, and he has a way to do the impossible. God will do the impossible for all of us. I am grateful and thankful that the Lord has blessed me with that, and he has also blessed my family with our stimulus checks, thank you Jesus for that.
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THIS STORY IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY, THIS IS NOT A WORK OF FICTION, THIS IS MY TRUE STORY, AND GOD CAN WORK MIRACLES.
"Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours." Mark 11:24 NIV
By Ciara Webb
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