when I was younger and even to today I have always had a unhealthy fixation with spirits not just any kind though yes humane ghosts and wandering spirits attract me but it's the dark and omens ones that really grab my attention.
in my late teen years after I was able to move away from my parents I was hell bent on contacting a demon but I didn't go about it the way most would with some cheap slumber party board game. I see the Ouija board as waste of effort and money. So I did some research on the matter and found some very interesting sites about demonic invitation the process consists of just letting your guard down and surrounding yourself with negative thoughts and energy. It took some time and doing about a month or so, oh yeah did I forget to mention that this was the worst idea that had ever crept in to my mind. I was in a very dark place in my life and very foolish for doing such a thing. I'm only sharing this story with you people so that you can learn from my tragic mistake. Any way let me continue.
Some time in mid November of 2006 things started to happen around my apartment small things that I easily chucked up to me be forgetful such as lights being left on. Certain personal positions of mine being left out until one night after returning to my apartment one evening I looked up a saw my lights flashing on and off in the window as if someone were flicking the switch repeatedly. I'm a pretty big guy and hot head and the thought that someone broke in to my home really ticked me off. I dashed up the stairs unlock the door and stood in the middle of the room alone the light still flashing and then it struck me that if someone broke in the door would not have been lock meaning it was here with letting its presence be known to me. I looked down the hall and heard the clicking of the light switch. I felt uneasy as if something bad was about to happen then it stopped the light was on and the bad feeling gone. I had a busy day in the morning so I force myself to bed and for an entire week nothing happened until one Friday night.
I was on my patio having a cigarette when I heard a low octave moan come from my kitchen. I turned to look and there low on the floor was a dark figure. I was terrified it had yet to do anything but I stood paralyzed with fear not fear of death but something worse. Whatever this thing was it thrived on chaos. It set out the worst kind of atmosphere but the most unsettling thing about it was that I could see it but it was as if it wasn't there at all not transparent but as if it was skipping back and forth between demission's or something like that. I couldn't make out any what it looked like just that It had a wide mouth and then I freaked. I grabbed my keys and ran to my car yell out as I left the apartment you can have it. I drove to a friend's house stayed the night came back the next morning got my stuff and left I even paid to terminate my lease early. As I left from the room in which I slept in carrying a box I heard a whispered voice say you're welcomed to stay. From then on I have never taunted another spirit for fear of that thing coming back to visit.
I still have nightmares and all I can see is its big wide mouth I strongly urge no to play with spirits respect there boundaries