Demon Or Angered Spirit?

It was when I was 12 or 13 years old when I had my latest experience. I was living in a house filled with mold in the walls and roof. My mother was in the hospital because of it and my father was always working, so I was always home alone.

Well, with freedom, comes abuse.

My dad is a huge religious buff and absolutely loathed anything that had to do with "evil": Ouija boards, pentagrams, etc. Just for spite, I played with an Ouija board that I borrowed from my neighbor. Talk about mistakes.

So I was sitting alone at the dining table, setting up the board as I was supposed to. Now, keep in mind that the dining room and kitchen are inter-connected and the living room was right behind a four inch thick plaster wall with two openings on either side of it and one on the top where we kept our plants. The wall is part of the story.

After I had everything set up, I got myself a glass of water as I found I get dehydrated easily. I set the glass down beside me, against the wall that the dining table was set against (not the four-inch thick wall) so it wouldn't fall or get in the way. I placed my hands on the pointer thing, and said "Hello." Of course, at first I didn't think anything would happen, but after a couple of minutes, it began moving slowly, spelling out 'hello' back to me. I have to admit, it freaked me out a bit, but I kept calm.

"What is your name?" I asked it.

"Sophia." it spelled.

I asked it multiple questions like "Why are you here?", "Why are you trapped?" and "What do you want/need?". I never got any responses to them so I thought I had broken it. So I asked one more question, "Are you a demon?" The pointer slid to 'yes' and after it did, my glass flew off the table to hit the side of the four inch wall, shattering on impact. It startled me and made me jump, as it would anyone. I then began to feel dizzy but I was afraid to lose consciousness so I got up and walked outside where I guess I immediately passed out because when I came to, there were faces hovering over me and I saw one of them was my father, who started questioning me. I yelled at him to stop because I couldn't remember. He never asked me about the board and when we went into the house, the board was gone, so I assumed that my father had torched it.

After that, I went into my room and found it completely destroyed, it literally looked like a tornado had gone through my bedroom. Most of my books were scattered over the floor, the pages ripped out and some in shreds. My stuffed animals littered the hall and my room, the stuffing and beads were strewn everywhere. Whatever it was, I seriously pissed it off.

I ignored the mess and just collapsed on my bed and hugged my pillow to my chest, crying into it. I degraded myself in my mind, calling myself stupid upon many other colourful names that I see fit not to repeat, and rocking back and forth, teetering on the edge of the bed. I felt so ashamed that I had ignored my fathers warnings.

It's been almost a year since I moved out of that house and I still experience trouble. Not as bad as it had been, but still pretty horrible. My mother and I are constantly getting into arguments about my room and how it's always a mess. Sounds typical...right? Well everyday I clean it back up and show it to her. I then go to school and come home, and it's totally trashed again. At first I thought my mom was doing it, just to make me mad, but then I started getting these messages scratched into my bookcase and my walls saying "You're dead" and "I'm here" amongst others. One that stood out the most was the one that said "I'll protect you."

Needless to say, we have been in our new house (my mom, me and my father) for almost a year (April 1, 2012 was when we moved in) and I still continue to have arguments with my mother, which usually end with something breaking and not because one of us threw it.

I really, really need help. Is it just an angry spirit? Or is it a demon that loathes me for intruding on its territory? Either way, it doesn't like me and the only reason I'm still sane is that there seems to be something else... Something protecting me. And it's definitely not human.