I'm pretty sure it all started when I was 13 years old. My parents bought me an Ouija board for my birthday. Over the years, my friends and I found excitement in using it. Whenever we played, the results were different.
As I aged, I started to notice a few strange experiences my mother or father never seemed to notice. Things would move, fall, I would believe I had misplaced something important to me and I would find it in places I would never even think of putting them.
In my final year of high school, I made a new friend. As we have gotten to know each other, she let me know she was a psychic. She said my body and mind is very sensitive to the paranormal. I am a very innocent person; she told me which could also attract them. One day, she found the Ouija board. She was so excited to use it so we played together. She suddenly froze. "Someone in this room is with us. He has been with you for a long time." I asked who he was. She said "If you are brave, look into the corner of that mirror." We kept a very old antique mirror in our basement. We've never hung it on the wall; it has always stayed in a corner of our laundry room.
I looked into the mirror and I saw a figure of a man's face. He looked almost exactly like a real man, except he had a strange tone of yellow skin and his eyes were red, so you could not see his pupils. He was smiling at me. "It's a demon." She warned me. "This is a very old house and he has been here for over a hundred years." My parents have lied to me about the age of the house. They said it was only 20 years old. I had a feeling they knew a lot more about the house than I did, but I have never told them about the demon in the antique mirror.
As soon as possible, we took the Ouija board out of the ground. She said one way to get rid of the demon is to break the Ouija board with a stick and bury the remains. We went to the cemetery, suddenly, it started to rain. "He's angry." She warned. The rain fall changed, and it was the most rain I have ever seen in my life." There was an odd person who would walk by us. "Don't look at them." My friend would say. I knew then they weren't people at all. The one I remember the most was the old woman pushing a shopping cart, even though there was no store near us and her cart was empty.
The boards were destroyed and buried. I keep the stick under my bed for protection to this day. Unfortunately, I have my doubts that the demon ever left or there are more in this house. Sometimes I would hear loud banging that no one else seems to hear or I would notice some other noise that it too difficult for me to describe. Other times it would sound like faint talking when I'm the only one in the house.
Quite often, I would notice someone walking up the stairs, they do not say a word and they would disappear into the spare bedroom. Sometimes I think they would look at me. I would think it was my mother who would walk up the stairs and I would start talking, but I would never get a reply. If I think it is my father walking, I would smile sweetly at him. But he would never come out of the spare bedroom. I am far too scared to leave my bedroom and look into the other room when I see this happening. Other times, I would smell a strong burning scent when I would pass the spare bedroom or other times it would smell like something rotten. On other occasions, I would notice some of my favorite scents like vanilla or raspberry.