I told my twin what I had seen. "I don't want to give it a name," I said, "but I feel as though we should." "Charlie" my twin said. "No, it doesn't feel right" I said back.
No matter what I wanted in the first place, I couldn't think any other name that would fit. So, we kept it. Amber, my twin, and I always talked about stuff like Charlie, but she pissed me off when she started to joke about him, saying stuff like "What you are afraid of? Charlie?" when I asked her to turn on the lights on the stairs. She wasn't laughing for very long.
Christmas came around and it was almost 6 months since my dad had been gone. Amber, Kylie (my older sister) and I decided to open our presents 2 days early because it wouldn't be Christmas without my dad anyway. Kylie opened her present and my mom told Amber to go to her room to get ours. Amber started to walk up the stairs and then, out of nowhere, she screamed and ran to the landing. Before she said anything I knew exactly what she had seen. She ran back down and I walked up. Later we sat down talking about it.
She said she saw Charlie standing at the top of the basement stairs and when she screamed, he snapped to the landing without moving at all. From then to now she had seen him more that 10 times. Once she saw him with a pentagram on his forehead.
In January, we had our birthday and in February we had our parties (separate parties). We had Amber's party first and it was a sleepover. There were 3 girls that slept over. They saw nothing. Until the morning. One of Amber's friends, Grace, walked to the bathroom and when she was about to walk out, she froze. She slowly walked back to us and said "I saw Charlie. He was wearing a hospital shirt that was long and down really far."
I had told Grace about Charlie at school but I had never told her what he was wearing. There was another girl at the party I call Zak. She said she sees ghosts all the time. None of them have EVER scared her. "I am not afraid of whatever is down there," she said walking over to the basement. She leaned on one foot to look in then the jumped and RAN back to where we were. "I do not know what that is," Zak said quickly.
I was surprised. She had never been afraid of anything paranormal. You see, I know what Charlie is. I don't believe in ghosts; I believe in demons. There are no such things as ghosts. This was the first "being" those girls had ever come in contact with that was called that. They always called things ghosts.
Grace was able to pick up another spirit in the living room she called Adaile. Funny thing is that a few days back, my twin was siting in the living room writing homework on a piece of paper and she rested her hand and looked up at the T.V. And when she looked down she saw the words "HELP ME."
Personally I think they are all demons, but I don't know what I could do about them.