The Purple Church Experience

I've always had a strange interest for the paranormal. For two years now I've been studying and researching a place called the Purple Church, here in Oklahoma. I can't say where I first heard about it because I honestly don't remember. Eventually it became more of an obsession, with the paranormal and Satanism. I took an interest in it that surprised me. Before I start telling you about the Purple Church itself let me say no, I am not a Satanist. I am still a Christian, and that will never change. I fully rely on God. Now the history of the church..It's in Spencer, Oklahoma and was originally a Christian Church. For reasons I haven't found yet it was burned to the ground and all that was left was the cellar. Being in a secluded, large, middle of nowhere area it because the hang out spot for teens to throw parties. Sean Sellers was among these people. Becoming interested in Satan at the age of 15 he started practicing Satanic rituals, the Purple Church was the perfect place to do this. At the age of 16 Sellers committed three murders a Circle K store clerk, his mother, and step-father. The first murder, in 1986 if I remember correctly, was the Circle K store clerk. This murder was done to break the last unbroken commandment of the ten commandments in the Bible. He did it soley for Satan. In 1987 he committed the last two murders. He got in a fight with his girlfriend, went home and decided to kill himself, then decided he had too much to live for and killed his mother and step-father instead. He was executed in 1999 at the age of 29 for the murders. The reason I bring this up is because he was one of the people who practiced Satanism and did Satanic rituals such as sacrifices there. When we picture the Purple Church we picture a big purple church. But that's not it at all. All that's left is a cellar. It's not purple either. Lol. They came up with "Purple Church" because the pentegrams in the cellar and on the bridge are drawn in purple spray paint. Satanic rituals are still actively happening there. It's also become a place for the homeless to sleep, so I hear. Since all my research was completed I decided I wanted to go there. Given the chance last Saturday night I couldn't turn it down, though I knew it was a bad idea. My sister and her boyfriend Mike had been wanting to go to, so they offered to take me. I was talking to my friend Craig about it and he said he wanted to go also. Then I was talking to my boyfriend Chad and my friend Josh about it and they too wanted to go. Craig asked if he should ride with us to save gas and mileage on his truck or drive himself and Chad and Josh. I told him to drive his truck so in case something happened to our car we wouldn't be stranded, since I'd heard the "spirits" would mess with cars to make visitors stranded there. We left Moore at about 10:15 PM and made the drive to Spencer, Craig following us there with Chad and Josh in his truck. We got there 20 or 30 minutes later. We were driving down the road it's on looking for it when our car starts squealing. So we pull over to see what's wrong with the car. Mike gets out and finds out the belt of the car popped off. Which is really rare, belts break, but hardly ever just come off for no reason. I get out of the car to see if he needed any help. As soon as I step out of the car my thigh starts hurting really bad for no reason. I ask Mike if he needs any help and he says yeah and to go get one of the boys and tell them what's going on.

I walk back and say I need a guy to help with the car and all three of them came. It's near midnight and pretty dang cold outseide by this time, and my leg was still hurting. After some yelling and cursing we finally get the belt back on, climb in our cars and turn around to find the Purple Church. We pass it again and know we did so we pull into a driveway that went to a field. We roll down our windows to tell Craig what's going on and a scary looking dog comes out of nowhere. So we turn around again and start going down the road and pull into the driveway of the Purple Church, the car starts squealing again, but we could tell the belt didn't come off. So we started to pull away to get to some light to look at it and it stops. We back up into the drive way and it starts making the noise again. My sister said she didn't want to be out there because she was freaked out by the car thing. We make our way back into the deadpan of a town, Spencer. It's around 1:00AM at this point. We're going home on the main road and the car dies. So we leave the car at a church parking lot and we all pile in Craig's truck to go home. By the time I got home it was 1:30 or 2:00 AM and I was freezing and tired. So I walked in my room and put my PJs on but when I was climbing into bed I regained feeling to my legs and realized my thigh still hurt. Instinctively I looked at it and noticed a rather large bruise with three scratches running through it.

I'm positive that was God saying don't go there. There were multiple signs that we shouldn't be going earlier that day. I'm stubborn and still plan on going back soon.

If anybody wants any info on the Purple Church let me know. Also I can give you directions on how to get there. =]

Let me know what you guys think about the whole thing.

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JoyToy52307@yahoo.com

God Bless,

I love you kidds.