I'm writing this as a warning to everyone: if a relative or a loved one, especially one you haven't been close with for a long time or who lives far away suddenly contacts you and wants to talk about Dybbukism, do not talk to them!! Do not meet them, do not return their calls or messages. Block them everywhere, and forget they ever existed. Even if it's your own sister.
Consider my story a warning example. Everything I write here is true.
My sister, let's call her Ann (not her real name) and me were never close growing up: she was ten years older than me, and by the time I started school she had already moved away from home. But we kept in touch, she came to all my graduations and birthdays etc: which was pretty funny, since she was all goth-y, and me and my friends were about as vanilla as you can get.
After I went off to college there were really long times during which we didn't talk at all, mainly because we lived so far away from one another. We probably hadn't spoken for, like...six months or so when she got in touch out of the blue.
"Allison!" (not my real name) She said on the phone, sounding way more cheerful than usual. "We haven't talked in ages!"
We chatted innocuously for a bit, and then she invited me over to her and Brad's (her husband; not his real name) place during spring break "because we haven't seen each other for such a long time."
I already had other plans though: me and my friend Marcie were going to go to Vegas, we had our hotel rooms etc. She got quiet for a moment, and then she said: "Oh, don't you worry about that. Dybbuk will take care of it."
"Who?" I asked, but she brushed it off and said she had to go.
Lo and behold, my plans with Marcie did fall through. She called me up about a week before spring break (it was a Monday - important detail), and told me she was sick and couldn't go. The weird thing is she didn't even sound disappointed, though it had been her idea from the beginning. The moment I get off the phone with Marcie, I get another phonecall: Ann.
"Just wanted to tell you everything's ready for you! The tickets are in the mail."
And they were - in that day's mail. As if she'd known this would happen, and had mailed them before the weekend.
So I packed up, and caught my flight. Brad came and picked me up from the airport, and he too was disconcertingly cheerful. I was used to seeing him in black band-t-shirts and long hair in a ponytail. Now he looked more like something out of a 50's commercial for razors. I supposed they'd just grown out of their black metal-goth phase, but it was still weird.
Brad drove for a long time, out of the city. He chatted pleasantly the whole time about his job, the market, the beauty of nature, asked about my studies and grades and if I had a nice roommate. The whole nine yards. At one point, I quipped:
"I never thought I'd see you in a collar shirt. Less living out in the middle of nowhere. What kind of download speeds do you get anyway?" One of his absolute requirements for any domicile was fast internet.
"Oh no, we don't have any internet at all." He replied, smiling.
I'm running out of space, so I'll be a bit quicker on this last part. So...at first everything's fine, except that Ann is no longer my cool-ass gothy big sister, but this 50's housewife. Total 180 for both of them. Their house is impeccable, and waaaay too big for what they could afford, even out in the boondocks. We chat for a bit, I feel kinda nervous, and finally over dinner I ask them what the heck happened. That's when they start talking religion.
"Our lord and saviour, Dybbuk. Let Him into your heart, and He will save you." That kind of talk. I'd never heard of 'Dybbuk', but I could recognize a cult when I saw one.
"He is more powerful than you think. Let us show you." I was alone, I had no cell reception, they were the ones with the car...yeah. I followed them. Into the forest.
This is the part where it gets....weird. Maybe they put something in my food, I don't know, but...when we reached the Shrine to Dybbuk, and they started chanting in this old-ass guttural language I understood nothing of, I'm telling you....that mass of twigs and animal bones and horns...it started moving. I stood there, transfixed, as this...half-man, half-goat, half-fucking-slender-man kinda thing starts to undulate towards me...and I can hear Him in my head, telling me worship will get me all kinds of rewards...
But before he can reach me, Ann is suddenly there, between me and IT. For a moment I can see my old sister in her eyes. She's shaking me, and telling me to RUN. I snap out of it. Behind her that thing is still moving. Brad has picked up a rock, his face entirely expressionless. I fought with myself for a moment, and then I turned and ran. I could hear her cries behind me, and another sound - ancient, evil, not belonging. It was angry.
I know I should've stayed and helped her. But I made my decision, and I hope that she did too. I don't know what 'Dybbuk' is, but I've been googling it since then, and...there are a lot of people around talking about it. Marcie is, too. And I keep seeing people outside my window at night, looking in. I can still hear Him in my dreams too.
I don't think I'll be around for much longer. At least not as myself. So watch out people. Watch out.