I guess I should start out by saying this: I have always believed in the supernatural. As a child I had a friend I called "Angel". My mother believes that this "Angel" was the ghost of my grandmother, who died when I was 9 months old. When I got older, a friend of mine and I were in an old apartment building his father was helping to restore. We had gone to the top floor where the door to the attic was. This door had been locked since before the building had been bought out, and it hadn't been opened in many years. The stories of the haunted apartment building hadn't bothered us until we were on that floor. The doorknob to the attic door began to rattle violently, as if someone was trying to get out. Knowing the door hadn't been unlocked in years my friend and I screamed and ran from the building. Once outside we looked up to the window to see a small child with a bloodied hole in her forehead, and a shadowy figure grab her and drag her away from the window.
As I neared my teens my family and I moved into a 200+ year old house. I never liked this house, there was something dark about it. At night I would hear things coming from my closet, as if something were trapped behind the wall. The cracks under the stairs would glow, but the basement light wasn't on. Footsteps could be heard upstairs when no one was awake or home.
As I reached my teens I began to hear things. Not as often as I did as a child, but often enough. Whispers in the night, footsteps in the hall, voices in the basement. One night my brothers and I took our dog for a walk near our park pavilion. My oldest brother and I could hear voices coming from the woods. I could feel darkness coming from those voices. My step-brother didn't understand why my brother and I wanted to get away so badly. I don't think he ever will.
But none of this will ever measure up to the day I made contact with my first demon.
It was just a few months ago, on the day of my best friends 17th birthday. We'll call her Neko (a nickname from middle school) It was Neko, myself and our two other friends. We'll call them Kori and Trish. We were up in Neko's room for the night, messing around like teenage girls do. Neko turned to me and asked me to do a meditation session with her. Well, I guess you can call it more of a trance or hypnotism if you want. We call it meditation because that is what the girl who did it with me called it (I am a practicing Wiccan/Pagan.) Something wasn't sitting well with me. Every time Neko and I did one of these sessions, something always went wrong. She usually lost consciousness for a few minutes before coming back with little to no recollection of what had happened. But she insisted. So, I grabbed my quartz, said a quick prayer and we got down to it.
Just as I feared, something went wrong again. She told me of the boy she saw every other time we had done this. His name was Dylan, and to put it simply: he was evil. I walked Neko through the process of telling me what she saw, felt and heard. With each passing moment things grew worse. Her breathing grew rapid and I felt her body temperature drop to the point where her hands were clammy and like ice. When it came down to it, she slumped forward into my lap, unconscious. After two minutes of calling her name and trying to get her to wake, she woke. Kori flipped on the lights and we asked her if she was O.K. What she did next surprised us all. She dove for the light switch and flipped it off and ran to the window, gazing out at the snow.
"He's coming." She said. We tried asking her who, but she just kept telling us to be quiet. She laid down on the floor then, stretched out, her arms reaching for the door. We could just see her hands at the edge of the bed, a good three or four feet from the door. That's when the scratching started. At first I thought it was Trish doing it, trying to scare us. But her hands were on top of the blankets that she, Kori and I were under. The scratching continued for nearly five minutes. Trish was in tears, Kori was on the verge of tears, and I had gone on "lockdown", my muscles locked and my fingers curled into the blanket. When the scratching stopped Neko stood and flipped on the lights, looking at us and giving us the most confused look ever. She didn't remember a thing. We told her about it and she told us to stop messing with her.
This was only my first actual run in with the demon we dubbed "Dylan".
Several days later, Trish called me telling me that Neko had done several sessions of "Absent writing".This is where one goes into a trance like state and writes (I have also done this before when trying to meet a spirit guide.) They were horrible things like "Her blood is mine", "She is mine","You can't save her" and other things. I immediately turned to my Goddesses (again I am Wiccan, so if this isn't you're belief, I am sorry) and asked for their guidance. I spoke of how I had found a fire protection spell, and as soon as the words left my mouth, the flame on my candle shot up and stayed nearly six inches tall for around thirty seconds before dulling down again. I took this as my sign. I got my supplies and got a ride out to Neko's house. We were actually staying at another friend (Alexis') house, where we performed the spell.
Before hand, I had my second encounter with Dylan. He was very unhappy that I was there, and I knew in that moment that I was the only one that could protect Neko from him. Why? Because I wasn't scared of him. I had the love and guidance of my Goddesses and I knew what I was doing was right. To show he didn't want me there he attempted to force Neko to cut herself with a pin. I grabbed her hand, successfully getting stabbed in the process. It was after that that we went down to perform the spell. Trish and Alexis stayed outside, in fear that something bad would happen. Neko and I performed the spell on our own and as we sat, waiting for the candles to burn out, Trish and Alexis came back in. We all watched as Trish's breath arched around the outside of our circle, as if it had run into an invisible wall.
It has been over six months since I cast that spell, and I know that Neko is protected. Using my Spirit Board (Not a Quija board) we learned that she has several very powerful deities watching over her and protecting her now. That, and the protection spell has worked. Dylan's activities have died down, but Neko tells me he is still there. I know he is. I can feel him when I am with her. And I doubt we'll ever be fully rid of him, but for now, I can only hope for the best and try to find a way to protect her better.
Thanks for your time.