This carries on from my previous story. When my sister was born and after the ghost incident where the three entities were trying to take her away, we now shared a room. This would be room number two as I refused to sleep in the other room. Her crib was against the north wall opposite the entrance door on the south wall. My bed was on the west wall and I would sleep north to south. The foot of my bed was next to a large wall closet with wooden doors. I would have had my first demon encounter in this room.
While asleep one night I woke up to a radio playing static from my closet. I was only six at this time. I looked over at my sister and she was sound asleep. The radio kept playing very softly at first but then it gradually got louder. I was too afraid to open the closet doors so I went to go wake up my parents. In my house walking anywhere at night felt like you were walking through a crowded plaza and everyone is staring at you because you are not welcome. I hated to go anywhere in that house. I ran across the living room to my parent's room and woke up my dad. When he came to my closet he said that he heard the radio playing the static too. We discovered my toy microphone machine was making the noise. There were two problems with this; one being this toy didn't have any radio ability and two there were no batteries in it. He took the toy out of my room and I never saw it again.
The next day as I was in my closet trying to find something to play with I heard a loud bang coming from the top of the closet. I looked up to see what it was and I was met with a cascade of boxes falling off the top shelves. I got hit in the face and suffered a black eye. There was no way whatsoever that these boxes just fell. The top shelf is at least 3.5 feet wide and these boxes were only 2ft wide and pushed all the way to the wall. My parents took the boxes out and stored them in the attic. A few more days go by and I go back to the closet looking for something to play with. Again I hear a loud bang. I look up and I am met with books falling on me. I got another black eye. I was a little girl with two big black eyes. My parents finally just removed all the dangerous stuff from the shelves.
I was sleeping in my room with my sister sound asleep and I have a nightmare. In my dream I see a soft pink glow coming from the back of my closet. He is the demon that lives in my closet. He told me that I had to do what he said or he would hurt me. He told me that I had to kill my kitty and I said no. In my dream still, I told him no and went to go ride my bike outside. He changed the scenery on me so that I was lost in the desert and I couldn't find my way home. In my dream I eventually get home and I run back to my closet and he laughs and says "See you have to do what I say" He said now you have to kill your mom and your kitty. I was having none of that. I told him no again and I began the struggle. I can only describe it as playing tug of war with your soul. Now I have never been to church and my mother was a witch so she never taught me about angels or demons. But as I was fighting this large red demon in my sleep I started to call out for an angel. Apparently I was being really loud because my mom bust through my bedroom door to find me in a puddle of sweat, crying and screaming for an angel. I never got my angel, I as a six year old defeated a demon by myself. My mom woke me up and the next day I had a fever of 105 degrees and I was sick for about a week. I decided I was never going to sleep in room number two ever again.
The house itself never felt right. I was always afraid to walk around at night. One night while trying to find a room to sleep in, I gave up and decided to sleep in the living room, alone. I kept the TV on for light. The feeling of being stared at was so strong all the time. I arranged my couch pillows to hide myself from whatever would be looking at me. As I was drifting off to sleep I heard someone sit on the opposite couch. Now my dad was at work and my mom and sister were asleep in bedroom number one. I knew this was someone else. I broke out in a cold sweat and froze. I could hear it breathing. Since I made my make shift cubby for protection I couldn't see it and I pretended it didn't know I was there. Somehow I fell asleep and I had a dream about a skeleton that lived in a car that was parked by my bus stop.
In my dream I was walking down the street and I looked in the car. I saw a figure inside. His head was looking down and he was wearing a baseball cap. I got closer to the car and the head lifted and I could see a skeleton his eyes started to glow red and he grinned at me. He stretched out his hand and started waving for me to go to the car. Well I ran away and as I looked back I saw him shake and a black slimy mist rose out of his eyes. This mist chased me all the way back to my house. I jolted awake and found myself looking at the ceiling. My protective fort had been dismantled. I lay there sweating and panting and I feel a cold rush towards me and if I could see this thing. I would have said that it was only three inches from my face. The front door opened and my dad walked in, the thing left. Now I can't sleep in the living room, I was running out of places I can sleep.
I eventually find a place where I could sleep; on the floor of my parents room. I would literally sleep under their bed until something else decided to join me. I don't know what it was and I don't know if I ever want to find out. It felt very oppressive and I felt like it was always laughing at me. I went through this nightly rotation of bedrooms from the age of 6 to 12.
Once I was in my teens I wanted to have my own room instead of living like a nomad in my own house. I was able to choose between room number one and room number two. I decided to take room number one. I moved in and got everything set up nice a neat. My dresser had the typical teenage crap on it arranged in no particular fashion. After cleaning up one night I left my room to go get something to eat. I was gone for about 5 minutes. When I came back all the stuff that was on my dresser was now on the floor but arranged the same exact way. I didn't know what to think and as I sat and pondered trying to look for a possible explanation my curtain shade flips up with lighting speed. The shade that I had was a plastic one that would hook at the bottom. It was loud when it went up. I ran out of my room like I was running from a rapid dog.
For the next couple nights I was a nomad again. I got so freaked out all the time that I moved my bed into the closet, slept with Christmas lights on every night, and I had my TV run all night long. I always watched Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion. I can recite that move line by line. The TV would automatically turn itself off.
One night at three in the morning my stereo turns on full blast. It is one of those stereos where the volume is controlled by a knob that rotates either right or left. This scared the living crap out of me! I would stand up to go turn it off and it stop. I lay back down and it would start up again. And it was loud, volume all the way up! I finally got pissed and told it to get the F@%# out of my room and stop touching my S#$% It stopped and I decided it was time for a new room. I made my sister switch rooms with me. She can stay with the creepy ghost. She now had room number one and I took room number two. Everything seemed fine but I had developed insomnia. I started to take Excedrin pm every night. I was able to take six of those pills and I still would be too scared to sleep.
I was fifteen now and I constantly had to have one of my friends sleep over. I couldn't be by myself. My friend and I began to dabble in witch-craft. Her house was once a nice place to be but it got really scary after some time (her house will be coming up in another story). I was unable to sleep in room number two and since my parents were now getting divorce I took the master bedroom. It had a huge walk in closet and bathroom attached. This room was big and cold all the time. I would always have dreams about horrible things. I had one dream where a man was chasing me around my house and he trapped me in my shower. He took out a knife and stabbed me in the stomach. I lay there bleeding and then I wake up and my stomach really hurts. I look down and see a huge red mark. I think it may have been from me because I may have been holding my stomach. I will not speculate something actually touched me.
More things happened in this house that I can't explain. But the ones I discussed were the most traumatic for me.
My Friends House
One night we were walking outside to get the mail. It was a full moon that night so the desert looked like it was noon. You could see everything in the moon's neon glow. As we were sauntering and laughing we heard footsteps behind us. Most people could say that it would be just the wind. But when in the presence of something "unnatural" the human body can sense it. Alarm bells go off in my head. From somewhere in the bushes beside us a twig snaps like someone is stepping on them. I look over at the bush and by the time I look back I see my friend running away down the road. It was like 'You don't have to outrun the ghost, you just have to outrun your friend' as I run down the road too I look and see that I have two shadows! My small little female shadow and a larger bulky animal like shadow that is running on two legs. I think I flew back to her house I was going so fast. One minute the shadow was there the next it wasn't. We no longer went to check the mail.
Her cat was evil. I have a lot of cats and I always find stray cats to make friends with. I have never had a cat not like me. Her cat started out really sweet. Then he started to act odd. He would attack people. He would wait for someone to turn their back to him and he would jump on their back sink his claws in and bite. He would draw blood and you could hear the crunch when he bit down. His aura changed from being a sweet cat to being a menacing evil thing. I would sometimes wake up to the cat sleeping on my chest and he would be staring right into my eyes. I was always afraid he was going to bite my face off. We started to lock him out of the room at night because he was honestly trying to bite our neck while we slept. Every single night without fail he would get back into the room. We thought it was her family doing it. But the night we stayed at the house by ourselves he got in again. My friend told me one night she woke up to her door opening and the cat coming in and the door shutting. She was home alone so something else was letting evil cat into the room. I don't remember what my friend did about the cat; I think she gave it away.
Later in Life
My parents divorced and I moved into the city with my mother and sister. I was sleeping in my new room which was actually in the guest house next to the pool. I was so happy to finally be able to sleep! Then one night I was drifting off to sleep and I felt a presence. I started drifting deeper and I dreamt that a wind came and knocked on my door. When I opened the door I saw a hat floating in midair. I assumed it was on someone's head that I couldn't see. I began to black out in my dream and still in my dream I come to in my mom's room. I see her sleeping and I pick up a coffee cup that is next to the bed and I hold it over my head. I was going to hit my mom with this coffee cup. Instead I screamed, no! I threw the cup against the wall and I flew backwards into the door. As soon as I did this I felt something leave my body. Once that happened in my dream I jolted awake in my bed and I felt the same kind of feeling of something leaving my body. Once I felt it detach from me my walls started to creak and it left. I being scared out of my mind jumped out of bed flipped on the light and remained awake until the sun came up. I speculate that this was one of the spirits from my old house that was mad at my mom for leaving.
I spoke to a medium and she came to my childhood home. She took one step in and then turned around right out the door. She said that my childhood home has a portal in the back master bedroom shower. She said it is crawling with lower vibration entities and they are very strong. She said that when she envisions sending white light into the house she can hear screaming inside her head. She said that it was infested and she doesn't want to work on it. I finally found out what was/is going on in that house. A portal, the back master bedroom shower was the creepiest place and that is where in my dream I got stabbed. It is still open but since I don't live out there I don't have to deal with them so I don't care.
I moved out on my own at 17. My boyfriend and I rent a house together. The first night we were there our dog started digging in the yard. I go outside to see what he is doing and I find a zip lock bag with a picture of a woman and a picture of another woman wrapped in yarn. Also I find a gold heart charm, a letter written in Spanish and a picture of the Virgin Mary. But the Virgin Mary was a skeleton and she was holding a strange looking cup. I immediately thought this was some sort of spell. It creeped me out! I ended up burning it; I only had one night where I felt I was being watched. I think that both girls in the photos were still living and the watched feeling may have just been the energy I released.
Eventually we got custody of my boyfriend's son. His son was sleeping in his room and I went to go turn his light out and he asked me to close his closet door. He told me that when the closet is open he has nightmares and he can see an eye looking at him. I don't think anything of it. Then he goes to stay at his moms for the weekend and we locked our dogs in his bedroom while we were out so they wouldn't eat our furniture. The door to his room used to have a metal grate on it on the bottom. We replaced that with just a wood board that we nailed into the door. Well, when we came home we found our dogs sitting on the sofa, shaking with their tails tucked. Now these dogs were German Sheppard's and they were our guard dogs. We look at the kids room and see that the dogs pissed everywhere (they are house broken and have never peed in the house) and they chewed through the wood board just so they could escape from the bedroom. Something really freaked them out and they would never go back in there again.
I questioned the kid about the eye that he would see. He said that a little boy was in his closet. I kept asking questions and I learned that this little boy was African American, he was nine years old, and he died in water. I told him not to talk to the little boy. I went in to his room and spoke to the closet and told the little boy to move on into the light. I told him that he didn't belong here and that there were friends to play with in the light. My son never mentioned the boy again but he mentioned scratching noises coming from the closet now.
Since I grew up in a bad evil energy vibe house I am used to that kind of energy. I know when something of a lower vibration is near. His closet took on a lower vibration. I learned over the years that I do better fighting things in the astral than as my physical body. I looked at the closet in the astral and discovered an imp. He was about two feet tall, skinny, red, and huge yellow eyes. He didn't threaten me he looked almost scared that I found him. At the time I didn't understand the demon race as I do now so I kicked him out of the closet and off my property. Looking back I feel bad that I did that, he was a sweet little fellow just looking for a safe place to live.
I've met a demon who is a really nice guy. He feels very oppressive and menacing because that is his aura. Where his race exists is in the lower vibration state. He helped me understand the demon race and the angels. He also helped me understand the misconceptions that humans have about demons. Just like any species they have a will. They can decide if they want to be nice or mean. They are not fallen angels but a species all their own. Demons are purely energetic beings and they are very strong. When they throw things, bite, scratch, or touch they are giving a warning to be leave them alone. If a demon really wanted to do harm to someone it would be very bad and there would be no way to stop it. Most of the "bad" demons just feed off the energy from fear and they will never actually hurt the person. They just need the energy to survive, it's their nature. I don't get mad when a demon scares people because like I said they need the energy to survive. It is just like a person needs to eat and drink water. It is our right to tell them to leave but a person just needs to be stronger than the demon and change their energy. If they are not being "fed" what they want they will move on.
My Most Recent Experiences
Two months ago I was outside smoking a cigarette, it was around midnight. The atmosphere of the night felt really off and heavy to me. I was leaning against my car and I hear someone jogging. I don't think anything of it. I hear it getting closer so I perk up and watch for the jogger. I hear the jogging, I hear the steps hit the ground; the problem is I don't see anyone. I follow the sound with my eyes. This phantom jogger runs right in front of me and continued down the side walk. I was dumbfounded. I thought that it could be an echo from another street. I walk to the sidewalk and look around then suddenly someone clapped their hands right next to my ear. I freaked out and ran inside so fast that I think I left my shadow outside. I got the impression this phantom jogger was laughing at me, what an ass.
I was asleep one night and I woke up and I feel a presence outside my house. It doesn't feel friendly but I decide to go investigate. I walk outside and I can feel it. I can't see anything because it is dark. I really have no idea what the hell I was doing, at that point in time I felt like I was going to be lunch. Then I hear a loud crash, made me jump out of my skin. I sensed that it was running out of my yard and as it was running away. It was turning people's motion detector lights on, except that there was nothing their physically to trigger the lights. What really creeped me out was that I have never felt that type of energy before. It felt almost animal; I am working on a theory for it.
On Friday I had a run in with an incubus. I really hate it when I get sleep paralysis and I fight with everything that I have to get out of it. I usually can but it takes me a few minutes to do so. As it was I was sleeping in bed next to my husband when the sleep paralysis hit. At the same time this happened I felt my feet get pulled down and a heavy weight on top of me. I felt like this thing was trying to rape me. All I remember saying in grunting sounds was 'No.' I was fighting with all my might to break free and I was swinging on my arms at this thing. My husband woke up and pushed me because I was shaking the bed. This broke my paralysis completely and I felt the incubus leave.
On Saturday night I felt him in the room but I told him that I was much stronger than he, and that I didn't like being paralyzed. I told him that this was my house and he could stay if he didn't attack me again. I told him that if he did attack me again it would be the worst mistake of his existence. I felt him leave the room and I slept peacefully. Then last night, Sunday, I had only a brief episode of paralysis that lasted only a couple seconds. He must have been very reluctant to go any further. I don't mind him living in the house but I just don't like to be attacked, though it is his nature to do so, so I can't be mad at him. I am going to be curious tonight when I go home to see if he is still there.
My life will continue to be a paranormal investigation. I have left out a lot of childhood events; maybe I will share more someday. I will update with new experiences as they happen.