The Man Who Escaped From Hell

2020-09-26 12:35:21 Written by Horror Stories

We have heard that death comes only once but there is a man in the world who has tasted death but managed to escape from hell.

Temporary death is a topic that many researchers are researching.

This sounds strange to read, but it is true. Let's take a look at this case which has been the focus of discussion on social media for years.

 

The Clifford Hoyt Case

 

The Clifford Hoyt Case Also known as "The man who escaped from hell", Clifford Hoyt is an American citizen who on the morning of December 5, 1999, in Maryland, suffered a car accident on the Maple Grove highway. The crash was disastrous. Clifford was miraculously saved. His willpower made him move his wounded body to the road, where he would collapse and fall into a coma. Minutes later, luckily for him, a truck passed by, finding the horrible scene. He immediately called 911.

At Hospital

 

 At the hospital, it was discovered that Clifford had not only entered a coma, but also had several fractures, internal bleeding and so on. His recovery was very slow. What the doctors did not imagine was that the man was not only fighting for those physical misfortunes that the accident had left him, but that something else was happening inside him.

Horror

 

 One night, according to the nurses, cries of despair began to be heard from a man in the hospital, accompanied by knocking on the wall and distressing sounds. When they entered Clifford's room, they found the man completely scared and unhinged. For a moment they thought that even his eyes were going to pop out, so they had to grab him between several people who were there to apply a pain reliever.

In A Hell

 

 Between the cries, the man explained that he had been in hell all this time. The torture he experienced in that place was unimaginable. He said that in that place there were arms that were chasing him. Everything smelled of sulfur and rottenness, and it was full of fire and wailing. His speech was so coherent, so credible, that it was highly unlikely that everything he said he experienced was because of the drugs. Clifford recovered within days, and despite being told he needed counseling, he turned her down.

 

 Weeks later, after returning to their rented apartment, the neighbors complained to the owner of the building as Clifford played music very late at night. The man, after the complaints, went to Clifford's apartment, and after receiving no response to his incessant knocking on the door, decided to enter with his master key. Maybe he can't hear me because of the volume of the music, he thought. I never imagine what I would find in the place. Clifford was on the floor, hugging a huge block of ice, lucid. The room looked like a pigsty, full of excrement. The owner took pictures of the place to hand over to the police.

Why Music?

 

 Clifford said he was aware of everything he was doing. The music played her so that the demons of hell would not take him away again. Only then could he keep them away. The block of ice was because it could not bear the heat it was in that place. After that, his family was forced to commit him to a psychiatric facility in Maryland. Doctors say that his behavior is due to brain damage suffered in the accident, but Clyfford, to this day, is convinced that the demons are still chasing him.

 

 Clifford Hoyt was analyzed by two other therapists, at different times. Later in the afternoon and later at night, and although the first psychiatrist claimed to have seen "some seriousness in his eyes," on the other hand, the other two came to the conclusion that the brain damage caused in man by the car accident had clearly affected his psyche.

Mental Hospital

 

 For this reason, the medical board determined that they would send him to the nearest mental institution in Maryland. And that's what happened. Still, the first medical professional said it felt “like a knife stuck in my stomach. Before his transfer, I made several passes through his room. No visitors were allowed, but I stood there, listening, in the next room. And then at night, I heard it. There was a laugh. A mix between a laugh and a growl that no man on this Earth could replicate. But when I opened the door, Clifford was alone, still clinging to another stick of ice he had been given. So even when I signed his transfer, since then I don't think Clifford Hoyt has been lying.

Do you think Clifford told the truth or a lie?