Paranormal Picture

I consider my religious beliefs to be Christian. I worship Jesus and honor his sacrifice on Easter. My mental health issues sometimes hinder my ability to go to church. I'm introverted and I feel drained when I'm around other people. I don't always read my bible. I cuss when you pull out in front of me on the interstate. I am human. December 26th, 2013, I got married to my husband. Years later my strong, Christian mother-in-law gifted me this painting. This painting is a beautiful picture of Jesus praying. Hours before his execution Jesus was in a garden praying while his disciples fell asleep. His disciples are in the background in the painting. I hung this painting up in my room directly in front of my bed. I wanted it to remind me to pray. I have a habit of letting my mind get clouded and forgetting.

It was around spring of 2018 when strange things started happening to this painting. One night I prayed and went to sleep. Then, at around 3am, my dog woke me up to go pee. I toileted my dog and returned to my room only to find that this painting had changed. The disciples in the background had disappeared and were replaced with children. These children were around pre-school age and wearing modern clothes. What freaked me out is there were staring directly at me. Now I know what some people might be thinking. "You have mental health problems. You're hallucinating." And that's exactly what I thought was happening. I took a sleeping pill and went back to sleep. When I woke up the next morning the picture had turned back to normal. Jesus was praying with the disciples in the background. Ok. I'm just crazy. No problem! Right? Wrong!

Another night I woke up to my dog stirring again. She didn't want to sleep with me for some reason. Something was bothering her and even after going pee she still wouldn't settle down. I let her go into my step-daughter's room and went to lay back down alone. I rolled over to look straight ahead at the picture and shot back up in horror. Jesus had completely disappeared from the picture! The picture had turned completely into a black blur and the disciples were missing too. "Ok. I must be having a psychotic episode." I thought. I shut my eyes tight and started praying. When I opened them up the picture had returned to normal. Jesus was back and all was well.

A week after Jesus vanished I got home late from work. I took a shower, put on my night gown and went to sleep. My dog was sleeping with my husband that night. My husband and I sleep in different rooms from each other. We keep each other awake in between his snoring and my frequent nightime bathroom breaks. 3 am came and I woke up to use the bathroom. After I used the bathroom I noticed that my 12-year-old step-daughter was awake. She was sitting in the kitchen eating cereal. "Go to bed. You have school tomorrow." She took a bite of her cereal and rolled her eyes at me. "I know! Shut up! You're not my mom!" When I came back into my room from using the bathroom the picture was normal. I lay back down and started to drift back to sleep. I heard a noise in the kitchen. I got back up to find that my step-kid had dropped a plate. When I came back into my room to lay back down Jesus was gone and a little boy was in the picture instead. The little boy had on 1930's style clothes with blond hair and blue eyes. He was sitting a chair with his head hanging down like he was in trouble at school. What was even freakier about this picture was I had seen it before. It was hanging up in somebody else's house and I do not own this picture! I shut my eyes tight and said another prayer. "Lord, I don't know what is going on here but I really need it to stop." I opened my eyes and Jesus was back again. The painting was back to normal.

The final nail in the coffin with this painting happened a month later. I was sleeping at around 3am. My dog started licking my face and whining. When I opened my eyes to see what her problem was I saw what was in front of me. I came unglued! "WHAT IN THE WORLD?!!!" The painting had turned into an old man with a long white beard and milk white skin. His mouth was wide open and his eyes were rolled back into his head. Now I wasn't just scared. I was pissed! I didn't pray this time. I gave it a piece of my mind. "OH HELL NO!! HELL TO THE NO!!!I don't know who you are but you need to leave me alone! This is B.S!!" I jumped up and jerked the painting off the wall. My step-daughter was sitting at the kitchen table playing on her laptop and eating fried chicken. I stormed past her and went into the garage. She followed me out to the garage eating. "What are you doing?" I took the painting of Jesus and shoved it into the back of my garage behind bags of Christmas paper and my bicycle. "Jesus is fine but these other m.fs need to go!!" I stormed back into the house and slammed the garage door behind me. My step-kid stood there puzzled for a moment and continued eating her fried chicken.

The next day I finally told my mother-in-law what was happening and she was confused. "I had that picture hanging up in my home for years. Nothing strange ever happened with it." She had bought it from a yard sale. She gave me a different painting of Jesus instead and I hung that picture of on my wall. This painting was 3D and looked like Jesus was staring at you no matter where you looked at it. This painting didn't bother me and I kept it up in my room for years. The other painting, up until recently, stayed in the garage. I just now got brave enough to bring it back into my house. I will always keep it out of love and respect for my mother-in-law and Jesus. I will always keep Jesus but I will never hang THAT painting up in my room again.