It had been 3 days since the shadow man attacked me and my mother. Finally the day of the clearing had rolled around, ironically on my 15th birthday. Only my mother and I were allowed to be in attendance. My brother and sisters had been sent to my grandparent's house for the afternoon. Aside from the friend's mother we vaguely knew, there were 3 other psychics/spiritually attuned people ready to help us. Once they had all arrived they wandered about the house to get a feel for what was there. My mother had told them little, only that there were malevolent entities upsetting the household.
We all had to gather in the lounge in a circle. Incense and candles were lit. My aura was cleansed by one of our guests. We were told there was a large amount of entities in our house. A door to another dimension was located directly at the end of the hallway, near my bedroom. On the other side of that wall was my en suite. This explained to me why I had become wary of that room. The door was partially open but there was a large boulder preventing it from opening completely. It was open enough for things to come flooding through, as luck would have it. The door and boulder were not in the living world, where they were located was just a boring old blank wall in my house. The red imp was the one who let the rest in. They were convinced I had picked it up from my grandparent's house and brought it home with me as it had attached itself to me. When I mentioned my grandparent's house is very close to a cemetery it was agreed that was the source of the bad energy I had picked up.
The whole time while we were standing in the circle talking, I could feel hands gripping at my legs. Like several people were clinging on to me to avoid being dragged away by a strong current or something. One of the men there asked if I could feel things on my legs. I told him yes to which he replied there were spirits that didn't want to leave and were trying to stay with me. He could see them perfectly; I could only see a faint white swirling mist around my legs. The red imp made his last appearance that day. While I was preoccupied with the spirits at my feet I could sense the imp somewhere behind me in the hall. One of the psychics was sitting at the end of the hall in his wheelchair. He told us afterwards that a red imp-like creature (my mother and I had not said anything of the imp) had come up behind him and yanked his hair hard, pulling his head back. He simply reached behind him, grabbed the imp and threw him forwards into the vortex of light we had created to cleanse the house.
My family and I were relieved to discover after having our house cleared that the 'haunting' stopped. I never saw the imp or the shadow man again or heard the horrible whispering. I was able to sleep without feeling like I was being watched and my little sister had returned to her own bed without a fuss. The whole experience had left a deep impression on me. It would take me years to muster the courage to sleep on my back without fearing something would harm me. I do believe it has made me stronger spiritually and since then I have had more confidence in myself when having to deal with spirits and the like. Of course I still get a bit of a fright these days when a disembodied voice starts talking to me in an empty room... But I don't let it get the better of me.
We had other strange incidents in that house in the 6 years we lived there but that was definitely the most memorable. My family moved out of there a little over a year ago and I now live out of home with my sister Jess and her young baby. Happy to report there are no mysterious portals in this flat. Nothing terrifying has happened here... But there have been a few odd things. That's another story for another time should anyone care to hear it.