This is my first post here and I have been catching up on other peoples experiences during the holidays. My experiences have always been rough. I can narrow it down to my first experience with an evil spirit (s) from when I was 15. I never really believed it until some years later. But here we go...
When I was 15 years old, I belonged to a church group. It was a Catholic prayer group and me and my older sister always hung out with the other kids. It was during the summer time so there were a lot of seminars for this church group. Me and my sister were signed up to go a seminar specifically for ages 13-21. It was here that I met a guy name Justin. Justin was a troubled kid from California but claimed he had a gift that he could see spirits and peoples' auras. He came in a group with 4 other guys from California and they stayed at my house.
After the seminar was over, we decided to have some fun and go out at night. The 7 of us crammed in one car, my sister driving, 2 in the passenger and 5 in the back. We met up with other teenagers from the group so there should have been about 20 or so of us. Justin stayed in the car because he was scared (I guess he saw some things).
This is in Seattle, Wa and the place we went to is called Kabuta Gardens. I can't remember the time but I'm sure it was past midnight. In the middle of the park is a house where an Asian family used to live. The story for that was the father got possessed and killed his wife, his 17 year old daughter and himself, on his daughters birthday. The house was boarded up with a fence surrounding it. The dare/urban legend was if it was your 17th birthday and you knocked on the door you would die a week later. It was one of the kids birthday and he went up to knock on the door. While he was getting "pumped up" to go, a few of us were throwing rocks at the house. For every rock we threw, a tap would come from the house. Amazed by this, just one of us threw rocks, while the rest listened. Sure enough, the sound of the rock hitting the house was replied to by a sound from the inside of the house. We stopped as the birthday boy went to knock on the door.
While he was climbing the fence, I was at the side of the house standing by whatever light I could get from the moon. I looked at the house and saw 3 little red fireflies moving around in circles and everywhere all on the side of the house. I was excited because I have never seen fireflies before. Well, birthday boy climbed the fence and knocked on the door 3 times. The house responded with 3 knocks. He ran and climbed the fence while all of us just started to run.
My sister ran into a rock and she had scrapped her leg on it. Me and my sister were close so I got mad and started cursing at the house and threw rocks at. All of a sudden we were fighting each other all the way back to the car. Let's keep in mind that I was 15. I didn't swear or talk bad like that until I joined the Marine Corps. I get in the car and Justin is staring at me. I sit right next to him and say, "what the f*** are you looking at?!?". He looks away and says nothing. On the drive home me and my sister were fighting and I felt like, I was watching me argue with her through my eyes. I know that sounds weird, but it was as if the real me was trapped inside my body while my mouth and mind was controlled by something else. I also remember feeling good at the things I told her.
We get to our house and we all get out. Justin talks to the rest of the group and I just want to sleep. They tell me walk around in a circle. I tell them to f*** off, I'm tired. I do it anyways because they weren't going in the house until I did it. They had me walk circles, back and forth. Then Justin said that there was a tiny black dot following me and that it wasn't anything good. Scared, I agree to be prayed upon so that this black dot doesn't get in the house. The group surrounds me and prays over me and I feel calm and lightweight. We go inside the house, move down to the basement and I ask Justin what he thinks it was. He said it was a demon and it attached itself to me while we were at the park. I asked him if it was gone and he said no. Without even looking he said it was outside the sliding glass door looking at me, with long black hair, gray skin and red eyes. He said it was smiling at me, as if to say it will be back for me. Or a "Don't worry, I'll get you later" type of look.
A few days later, the guys leave and I start my first year of high school. I question myself about Justin and wonder if it was all real or if he was lying. I tell myself he is just a troubled kid from California and I label him as a liar. I never hear from him again. I forget about everything and moved on with my life because high school is more important than anything in the world.
Skip to 7 years later. I'm 22, in the United States Marine Corps on security duty with some Navy guy, in some 3rd world country. Since it was going to be 8 hours long, we decided to talk to each other. I find out he's Christian and has a religious group of friends that want to fight evil and help people. I kind of laugh at him but we exchange stories and experiences and then I tell him what happened when I was 15.
While telling him, I kept getting annoyed at him because he kept looking away like I was shining a flashlight in his face. He just wouldn't look at me. I finish and he tells me he saw the demon. I didn't believe him at first because I pretty much repeated the description of the demon that Justin saw.
He described in detail, not the demon, but my house. He said he saw my basement and the sliding glass door as if he was standing on the steps. He saw the couches, the mirror, the piano, the tables and through the sliding glass door, was the demon and darkness. He couldn't look at me because he had flashes of my house and of the demon. He knew I was telling the truth because he saw it himself. Even though it was right in front of my face, I still really didn't believe Justin or the Navy guy.
Fast forward to deployment leave (Aug 2009). I'm back in Seattle and I go on a police ride with my brother-in-law. Guess where we go on our lunch break. Kabuta Gardens, of course, where it all started. I ask him if there was really a murder/suicide there and he tells me yes. Apparently it was big thing before he joined the SPD and then he repeated the whole urban legend about being 17 and knocking on the door. At that moment, it dawns on me. This is Seattle, WA. There are no fireflies in Seattle, WA. I looked up videos of fireflies on YouTube and they didn't move like the things I saw at the house. The red lights I saw were crazy in movements but were in some sort of unison with each other. I don't know what they were so I am not even going to try to explain further.
After all that, I still questioned what I saw and felt. The random pairing of a US Marine and a US Sailor on guard duty talking about that night, his visions and reassurance that the demon (who he knows by name) wants me to stray away from my religious beliefs. My research with my brother-in-law, the actual murder/suicide and the non-existent fireflies in Seattle. Kabuta Gardens is said to be one to most haunted places in Washington, where you would have to go there in even numbers of people. If you don't a spirit will attach to you to make it even. I knew the answers were right there in front of my face but at the time, I didn't believe it.
From the time I got home from that deployment to now, I know that was just the beginning. That evil spirit did come back for me. But those experiences will be for my next time. (Which I already wrote, waiting to submit:D)