Counting on about the shadows on the wall from my last story (The Shadows on the Wall: Part 1, plus for even more background read The Last Time).
Living in that house, I can honestly say, was one of the worst times in my life. From touches to shadows, from smells to sightings... It all happened in those 4 years.
But this story is about the bedroom I stayed in for the first two and half years we were there. We called it the redroom, because the carpet was this rusty red colour, and the wall was a pinkish/brownish/red tinge (best I can explain it...). I hated that room at night, for many reasons. One being it felt like eyes were watching me, every time I was in there.
If you read my last tale, then you know about the shadow 'people'. But the worst of all the shadows, in my opinion, was the one that came down from the ceiling. It was what gave me nightmares while living there, because it happened pretty much every night.
The 'thing' had unnatural movement, like it was crawl/slithering almost (like the grudge, meets the ring, meets a snake) And at night, it would drop down (almost as if it was a leak from the roof) from a coroner of my room, and slither/slide/crawl down the wall, across the floor, right up to the edge of my bed. It smelled foul, like rotting flesh and sulphur and it had this hissy/gasp breathing sound.
It would come to the edge of my bed and a raise up looking at me, I would be huddled under my blanket staring at it through small holes, it would reach out for me like it was trying to grab me, make this horrid clicking (I really have no word for it, this is the best I can come up with) noise, then it would backtrack staring at me the whole time, most nights it would spend the rest of the evening on the wall, watching me.
My firm belief is that I encountered Demonic activity ~If you don't believe in them, feel free to tell me what you think it was, but as I do believe in them, this is what I believe it was~