{"id":2085,"date":"2025-05-02T15:02:33","date_gmt":"2025-05-02T15:02:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bobboydpoems.com\/im-relating-a-true-account-this-poem-is-not-fiction-2\/"},"modified":"2025-05-02T15:02:33","modified_gmt":"2025-05-02T15:02:33","slug":"im-relating-a-true-account-this-poem-is-not-fiction-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/im-relating-a-true-account-this-poem-is-not-fiction-2\/","title":{"rendered":"I\u2019m Relating a True  Account \u2013 This Poem is Not Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One night after she turned out her bedroom lights and went to bed<br>\nA shadowy nonhuman hulk appeared at the door of her bedroom.<br>\nIt had no tangible flesh and bone substance.<br>\nA dark malevolent form, no legs, no arms, no head, no face,<br>\nIt silently summoned her attention; she could not resist its bidding.<br>\nIt paralyzed her body, her will too weakened to move or flee.<br>\nA glowing white cross manifested upon her bedroom wall.<br>\nA voice inside her said repeat the Lord\u2019s prayer over and over out loud.<br>\nThe shadowy, nonhuman hulk drew nearer, more menacingly.<br>\nTerrified, she kept repeating  Our Father \u2026. Our Father \u2026. Our Father \u2026.<br>\nThe horrifying dark form gradually dissolved into nothingness;<br>\nThe glowing cross turned in upon itself and melted away.<br>\nShe telepathically heard the assurance she was safe always;<br>\nNever more to be tormented by that monstrous, intangible hulk.<br>\nAll her previous cares evaporated in that miraculous moment;<br>\nWhereupon her life became more carefree, more liberated.<br>\nAnd her name is <a href=\"https:\/\/www.earthfiles.com\/linda-moulton-howe-bio\/\">Linda Moulton Howe<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Bob Boyd<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One night after she turned out her bedroom lights and went to bed A shadowy nonhuman hulk appeared at the door of her bedroom. It had no tangible flesh and bone substance. A dark malevolent form, no legs, no arms, no head, no face, It silently summoned her attention; she could not resist its bidding.&hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/im-relating-a-true-account-this-poem-is-not-fiction-2\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2085"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2085"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2085\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2085"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2085"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwriting.com\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2085"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}