I've been considering whether or not I should tell this story. I figured I never would, would never tell a soul about this. I decided that I might as well though. I just want to know if there's anything I can do about it.
Probably about a year ago my neighbor across the street died. I never learned how, and I never knew the lady. All I know is she lived in a very small house, but she took good care of it, always watering the grass with a hose even though she was in her eighties.
Her house fell into disrepair, which was sad. Her family, who I'm assuming are her children, always go and drop off garbage there, along with various vehicles. It was sad to see something someone cherished so much die like that before my eyes, but it was out of my control.
Apparently someone thought the house was becoming an eye sore, because last winter they attempted to burn it down. They didn't get very far, because since we live just across the street from it we were able to call 911 in time to have them put it out. Whoever set it on fire obviously wasn't thinking, because the house is right next to a very dry field, and it could have been a disaster.
The next morning my mother explained what happened to me, and it made me sick. I told some people at school about it, although most of them didn't believe me. I wanted to spread the word about how wrong it was, although I'm not sure why I felt so strongly about it. Normally I wouldn't.
That night I knew something was very wrong. I was sitting in my room writing in a story that I'd been working on. The story wasn't really scary, but when I mentioned something about a phantom, I became scared.
I felt something watching me, its eyes burning holes into my back. Since it was nighttime it was dark enough for me to be bothered by this, and I went out to do some laundry, hoping that would clear my mind.
It didn't though. Whatever was watching me followed me wherever I went in the house, and I was afraid it would try to hurt me. I told my mother about it, and she said my room was giving her creepy vibes. Eventually she sat with me in my room, and we talked about it. My window was open at the time, and although I couldn't actual see it, I got a mental image of what had been following me.
It was an old lady, although I know it wasn't actually her. That's just the form it took. Her eyes were bulging out of her head, and she was smiling at me. I guess if you can imagine Large Marge then you basically got it, although that sounds a bit silly.
I eventually told this thing to go away, and it did, all the way to my sleeping brother. My brother was sleeping just down the hall, and it attacked him. He was in one of those half awake, half asleep states, and he never said when it told him, or what it did.
It left shortly after, and this all took probably twenty minutes. Its scares me to talk about, because I know that that thing is living in the remains of the old lady's house, I can feel it watching me.
The reason I wasn't going to post this story was because I do believe it's a demon and every time I so much as think about it I can feel its presence. I've never told the story to anyone, but I want to know I have some power over this. I can't just let that thing rule over my thoughts forever.
Also, I'm not sure if this means anything, but cats are drawn to that house. There's about twenty living there now.
If you guys have any idea what I can do about this it would be great to hear from you. I've never dealt with a demon before, and although it isn't harming me, I'm afraid of it. Every time I look at that house I feel it watching me, and I would like it to stop.
Thank you for reading. I feel better getting this story out there.