I am 18 now, but last year I had a best friend and I'd be up at her house all the time. One summer I was up there and we just got done watching a movie and we heard scratching on the walls and cupboard doors slamming. I looked at her wide eyed like what the heck is going on?! She told me that her house was haunted.
A few weeks later I went back up to her house and we were sitting in the bathroom with a recorder asking questions. After about 15 minutes we played the tape back and you could here running water, voices, and heavy footsteps on the tiles. Nobody was moving and there was no running water whatsoever. We made fun and went downstairs, then I left for the night.
The next day I went up and we were sitting on the couch when I felt something very cold sitting on my lap. I looked at my friend and she felt me and it was severely cold. Now mind you, it was summer out. She went upstairs to go to the bathroom and I was downstairs when I felt hands wrap around my neck and begin to squeeze my neck. When my friend came downstairs again, I told her I had to leave right now.
I went home and was curled up on my bed when one of my statue horses I have on my dresser came flying at me and I realized I was followed. I got up off my bed and heard a growl and it faded to a hiss. I ran downstairs and wrapped my arms around my mom and told her what happened and that I was scared. We told it to leave in the name of Jesus Christ and you could hear it growl louder and begin to hiss as it faded away.
I went up to my friend's house after that again and I heard laughter. She looked at me and said "I'm scared!" I asked why. Apparently her mom's door, which is always locked from the outside that nobody but her mom can reach, was wide open. Pretty soon we were sitting on the couch and we heard her call our names, so we went upstairs to see what she needed and halfway up the steps I remembered her mom wasn't home. We turned around to go back downstairs and as I was walking down I felt something grab my ankle and pull and I slid the rest of the way down the steps.
I'm 18. I do believe in demons and ghosts. I do not get scared easily, but this event had me sleeping with a light on and I had to repeat Psalm 23 just so that I can sleep at night.
We moved a little while ago and I haven't noticed anything except I feel watched. The event still has me thinking about what is actually out there because I didn't ever fully believe until that night.
I know, I know. This is hard to believe, but it is true. I've gotten pictures taken of me at that house and you could see a black shadow with it's hands around my neck. This is a very real story.