This story has a touch of ghost and religious type stuff going on but I think probably more ghost type stuff. When I was 13 years of age, some friends and me played around with a Ouija board. I think this is really the beginning of what I am writing about. Shortly after we played with the board (a day or 2 later from memory) I was sitting in my bedroom and started hearing my name being called over and over. It sounded like it was coming from outside my open bedroom window and as if the voice was being carried by the wind. I went into the kitchen where my mother, her boyfriend and my brother were and told them what I heard so we all went outside to investigate as I was quite rattled by the experience. Of course, we found no-one there. Over the next week I started hearing scratching coming from my bedroom ceiling (a house, not apartment). Then the walls seemed to bend out towards me when walking down the hallway. This went on for weeks. What came next in my opinion is what I believe was a type of possession. I started drawing satanic pentagrams on my hands and stomach even though at the time I was unaware of the meaning of these symbols. I felt as though I had become a God or something with powers. When I looked in the mirror one time I saw a goats head.
OK, I know at this point this sounds a bit strange but bear with me through this story as I am still unsure of what all of the events that took place mean. One night I awoke in my bed paralysed, I could only move my eyes and I felt this overwhelming sense of terror. I could hear screaming and crying and I seemed to leave my body and look back at myself then fall back into myself. Then everything went black then white. I then heard a voice saying something about being left alone. From that day, everything seemed to stop, at least for a couple of years.
We moved to a new house and after a while, that feeling of terror came upon me again. One night I was lying in bed when I awoke feeling this terror and what appeared to be a female ghost like figure floating above me. I was very scared and shut my eyes and ducked under the covers not emerging until the morning. Something to note is that the bedroom next to mine, a spare bedroom, always had a bad feeling about it. I was often afraid of walking by this bedroom, especially if the door was open. This feeling wasn't unfounded as other people had commented on this bad feeling that room seemed to have, not to mention it always felt cold.
A few days later I had some friends over for band practice and during playing, this God awful sound (not our playing... He he) was heard by all. It sounded like it came from directly behind our drummer and he jumped over his drum kit when he heard it. It scared the crap out of us and was really loud. We have a recording of it somewhere. I again saw this goat head but this time over where the recording equipment was. When I told my band what I saw and where I saw it, one of the members, who owned the recording equipment said with fear and disbelief, "bullshiat, you're joking." When I asked why he said that, he went over and removed a jumper sitting on top the recorder to show a pentagram he had drawn on it. No-one had ever seen this before except the person who drew it (I don't know why he drew it, probably some teenage angst thing). That was a bit freaky.
Weeks later, I was rehearsing by myself in my bedroom and I felt that horrible feeling of terror coming over me again. I tried ignoring it but the fear increased. I was so scared I started singing to God and Jesus despite not being Christian. After a while I said aloud "alright, I have had enough" and I put down my guitar and walked into the scary bedroom next door to mine. As soon as I entered, an invisible force seemed to go through me from the front, then back through me from the back pushing me to the floor. It felt like something was grabbing me so I got up and ran outside and across the street to my friend's house.
Shortly after that, to cut a long story short, I got myself baptised and strangely since then it hasn't bothered me. I'm now nearly 32 and still to this day have no idea what has transpired during this earlier time of my life. I don't know whether I have really illustrated this experience well, but this is the jist of the main things that took place. I would love to hear other people's views on what was happening. I am happy to answer any questions anyone may have. I would also like to note that some things I haven't mentioned due to the what I perceive people would find unbelievable in nature of the events that happened. I already believe some may struggle with some things I have written. I can't explain it, just writing what happened. It hasn't bothered me since these events.