I've possessed the ability to see spirits for as long as I can remember. I have seen many ghosts and I've also been "possessed by a demon" but out of all the spirits that I have encountered so far in my life one stands out, her name is Amanda.
I fist saw her when I was eight. It was a chilly September night. I was getting ready to go to bed and was brushing my teeth in the hallway's bathroom. I left the door half way opened since I was terrified of mirrors. While brushing my teeth I heard my parents sing terribly from their room I laughed at their untalented selves until I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel someone starting at me. I could feel a negative energy in the air as I slowly and reluctantly turned my head to my left where I found a pale lady staring at me from the bathroom's doorway no more than 6 inches away from me. At first I thought it was my mother since the lady resembled her quite a bit she had: wavy dark brown hair, pale skin, thin lips. I smiled at her but as I did I realized the lady was not my mother for she was too thin, taller than my mother, and her eyes were huge and charcoal black while my mother's were small and light brown. The lady did not smile back at me just stared at me with those hard unfriendly eyes.
A little panic rose in me and I wanted to run but was unable to move or even blink. I stared at her and noticed she was wearing a white lace dress (similar to that of the Victorian era) her hair was also very tangled and was up in a half pony tail style. When I returned my attention back to her face she reveled her tiny pearly white teeth, it was a type of unforgiving evil smile that petrified me. The lady then turned her back to me and began to gracefully walk down the hall.
I put down my toothbrush and followed right behind her, I could still hear my parents voices but they seemed to be very far away now. I followed the lady all the way to the kitchen where she took a sharp turn to the living room. I asked her who she was and when I entered the living room no one was to be found. I frantically searched the entire house and never found her. I was very perplexed and went to sleep.
About a week later, I heard my father's cell phone ringing in the living room (I'm a light sleeper). I looked at the clock, it was 3:26am. I decided to ignore the cell phone and tried to go back to sleep but the phone continued to ring persistently for about 10 minutes. Angry, I got up and walked to the living room where I found my dad's cell phone on the coffee table. I answered the phone and it was some weird singing some creepy chant. I hung up thinking it was a prank and suddenly I felt a presence there with me.
I looked up and there I found a woman wearing the same white gown sitting on the sofa staring directly at me. I was taken by surprise and just stood there motionlessly. She slowly rose from her seat and began to walk towards me with that same wicked smile as a the previous week. I tried to move but couldn't, it was as if I was glued to the ground. I tried to cry for help but no sound would escape my mouth. I tried to move once again and this time, I ran all the way to my room with the cell phone and closed the door shut.
I immediately began to pray and when I was done, I looked down at the cell phone to see the caller's number. To my horror all it said was 666. I threw the phone across the room, shut my eyes and went to sleep... Well I tried, I have insomnia so it was was impossible for me to go back to sleep that night.
Four years later, I experienced another encounter with her. I was 12 year old and I was laying in my bed trying to go to sleep while listening to my ipod. I changed the song from one to the next until I found one that was of my liking. When I put my ipod down I saw a white face with deep black eyes staring down at me. It was that lady again, but she looked angrier now! She took both my hands and pressed one hard against my chest. I wanted to fight her but was feeling really weak. I asked her what she wanted from me and she began to sing a chant (not sure if it's the same chant as the one I heard over the phone...) I asked her what her name was and she whispered in my ear in a deep, disgusting and hoarse voice "Amanda." Then she vanished in thin air. Both my wrists hurt and chest from Amanda's strong grip and I began to cry quietly. I covered my self with blankets and tried to go back to sleep. The following morning my wrists and chest still hurt. I checked myself and found a huge bruise on my chest and my wrists were reddened as well. I didn't know what to think, I was completely in shock.
Fortunately, I have not seen Amanda again. Last time I saw her was when I was 12 which was three and a half years ago. However, I did receive a creepy phone call again at 5:00am...it was another chant (the caller's number was not 666 this time). I am no longer afraid of Amanda... But I have a a few questions. Is she a ghost or something else? What could she possibly want from me? Why did this happen to me? I am thinking about using a ouija board to communicate with her... Would you recommend it?