So I've had some experiences with the paranormal. So this will make sense but you will first need the back-story:
I used to live in a very old house built in the mid 1800's. It had been remodelled before we moved in though. We lived there for years without ever experiencing anything too out of the ordinary. As my brother Cody got older he became obsessed with demonic forces, witch craft and Satanism. I was an avid atheist so I thought he was nuts. Well he and my other brother lived in the basement, I had a room upstairs.
One day during winter when I was about 11 I was home alone with my two big pit bulls. I was sitting on the couch with both dogs. I was about to go to the mini-mart to buy dinner (we were very poor and couldn't afford to go to the grocery store). I was putting on my shoes when I heard a knocking from what sounded like the attic. Well Our attic had burned down years ago and had been sealed shut so no animals could get in and eat anything toxic left from the fire, and the door could only be accessed by key and ladder. I ignored it at first but as I walked into my room to get my backpack the knocking followed me like they were tracing my footsteps, we had very thick wooden floors that rarely even creaked. Both my dogs started barking like crazy which scared me since I was the only one home and they only barked when they were protecting me (They were trained guard dogs). I was a little freaked out so I took both dogs with me so they wouldn't go stir crazy. Nothing happened for a couple of days and I had almost forgotten about the knocking.
My dad and his fiancée went out to the bar so I had to watch her kids. There were 4 kids plus my brother Cody. There was me, Eli (my little brother), Hailey, and tanner. Tanner wanted some milk so I went to pour him some; I was on the phone with my friend Chelsea as I did this. Our dining room kitchen and living room were only separated by huge archways. I brought the milk into the living room and poured it into his favourite Spiderman glass and as I walked out I paused at the archway between the living room and dining room. As I did this I noticed a large and tall shadow. At first I thought it was mine (even though at the time I was only 90lbs and 4'9) but as I stopped the shadow kept moving. It scurried from the hall in my room across the dining room into the kitchen and disappeared at the basement stairs. I screamed and dropped the phone. Cody and the other kids had seen it too. I was shaking and the youngest were crying because I had screamed. Eli was freaked out and refused to leave the living room. Cody seemed perfectly content.
When dad and Barbie came home we all told them what had happened. My dad brushed it off but Barbie was descended from witches and practiced witchcraft herself. She pulled me aside and I told her the story again. She told me she sensed something evil in the house. We decided to ignore whatever it was since it hadn't done anything malicious. So a day or two went by and nothing happened. I was finally getting comfortable again when the strange knocking started up again. I was in my room with all the lights off when I heard knocking. I sleep with my door open since I'm claustrophobic so no one could knock on my door. I took a deep breath and counted backwards from 100. I always did this when I couldn't sleep. By the time I was down to 80 the knocking stopped. I relaxed and started to fall asleep. I had finally fallen asleep when I heard a scream. It was a loud scream from a child. I opened my eyes and the house was silent. I got up and looked around. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Just as I went back to my room I heard the crash of dishes then my dogs barking. I ran back into my room and hid under the covers.
I stared losing sleep and feel cold and tired all the time. The house began to reek like dead animals and even though it was turning into sunny spring time I couldn't seem to get warm. I started to feel sick and like I was a rubber band being pulled. I went to the doctor and he told me nothing was wrong. I was fine. I sure didn't feel fine.
One night I had my best friend Miranda stay over. We were watching fast times at ridgemont high when I heard someone running in the hall. Both dogs were with us asleep and my dad was the only other one home, Cody had snuck out a few hours ago and Eli was at a friend's. Miranda was very sensitive to the paranormal as was the rest of her family. She looked at me with big worried eyes. The running continued so I got up to investigate. I looked down the hall and no one was there. I went to my dad's room he was fast asleep. I and Miranda decided to turn up the TV. And ignore it. It worked for a few hours so we decided to play a game. She had brought some tarot cards and an Ouija board. Her Ouija board was very very old it was her grandfathers but no one had ever used it. They were all too scared. After telling my future we decided to use the Ouija board.
She set it up on the floor and we both smiled excitedly. We turned out the lights and lit some candles. The first question we asked was is anyone here? We got no answer. We asked 3 more times and nothing happened. I was ready to give up when she asked again. This time it moved to 'YES' I laughed and figured she was messing with me. Next she asked it if there was anyone else there. It moved to 'YES'. I asked if it was what was knocking. It said 'NO' I rolled my eyes and told Miranda she was a jerk. She ignored me and asked it if the other entity was the one knocking. It moves to 'YES' Suddenly I heard a loud banging from my room. I jumped up and screamed. She shushed me and told me to sit. I didn't want to play anymore but she convinced me to continue. She asked if there was anything evil in the house. It moved to 'YES'. I was totally freaked out. She then asked who invited them here. For a few minutes nothing happened. So she asked again. It slowly moved to CODY. I almost cried. I told her to put it away or I'd clobber her. She obeyed. We turned the lights back on and slid onto the couches. I couldn't sleep I just contemplated all night what it could have meant.
The next morning I told my dad what had happened he didn't believe us. So I called Barbie over. We told her and she said we needed to cleanse the house. Since my dad worked at a sweat lodge he always had sage around the house. We burned it and Barbie sprinkled holy water. Now may I remind you I am atheist so this was like last resort for me. She told me we needed to ask Cody about this. He was staying with his friend for a couple of days so me and Barbie decided to check out his room. I hated the basement it was cold and creepy. We went into his room which was a total pigpen. Within only a few minutes we found a drawer with several dead squirrels and rats with their eyes gouged out and bellies cut open. That was what was creating the rancid smell. We also found vials of blood and strange writing in what looked like blood. I found an Ouija board and a necronomicon.
That night Hailey stayed over and we slept in the living room. AT about 3 am I heard an immense shatter of glass and felt glass spray all over me. I shot up and looked around. The huge window that covered most of the wall was shattered. Hailey was crying so I grabbed her and we tiptoed over the broken glass to my dad's room. We told him what happened and he said some punk kid must have thrown a rock through the window. We couldn't find any rock though. I asked Hailey what happened. She said she woke up to a scream but no one was there so she went back to sleep then she heard loud knocking from the ceiling (the attic) Then suddenly the window shook until it broke. I was so scared but angry because it was targeting my step sister now. SO I decided I needed to talk to someone.
I went to the priest of my grandmother's church. He told me Cody needed to dispose of the evil things himself. Before I left he told me I was extremely sensitive to paranormal which is why the evil spirit was making me feel sick. I told Cody what the priest said and what I had found and he flipped out. I and Cody had always been very close but I was scared for my life. He literally grabbed me by the throat and screamed at me. He was scarily strong. I never brought it back up since then. When we were evicted we had to move into my grandmother's house which is covered in pictures of Jesus and crosses. She had two bottles of holy water she keeps on hand. When we moved in it seemed like nothing weird happened. We lived here for 2 years and moved in when I was 14. And not a thing happened until recently.
I was asleep on the couch when I heard tapping behind me. I sat up and looked over. Behind the room I sleep in is a storage room where we keep canned food. I figured someone was just in there getting food so I layer back down. I started to fall back asleep when I heard a scream. I shot up and looked around. Everyone was sleeping. (We all had to sleep on floor or couch since there weren't enough rooms. I remembered what had happened before and got pissed. I went outside for a smoke. As I smoked I thought about all the things that I went through and got really angry and yelled out that whatever was haunting me was a coward and didn't scare me. I told it to F*** off and go get an afterlife. Since then I've been feeling cold all the time (its summer) and very agitated. I feel like someone is constantly pushing me. I've been having terribly nightmares and the knocking came back. I haven't told anyone besides my best friend Miranda.
If someone can help me please do. If the haunting comes back I don't think I can handle it. I don't know how to get rid of whatever has been following motive been having violent thoughts and hearing screaming in my sleep. I'm normally very calm and laid back I've never even been in a fight nonetheless had daydreams about it. Please I need advice. I've gone to doctors they think I'm completely fine. But I need help. Please.