I live in Augusta, Georgia. I'm 17 and I've lived in the same house all my life. My house is about 106 years old and was built by my ancestors. This is probably going to sound like a rip-off Stephen King novel, but the woods behind my house used to be a cemetary. As you could guess, that might cause a few interesting incedents. All my life I have seen peculiar things, such as moving/levitating objects, voices when I was home alone, though the real "haunting" didn't start until I was about 16. I had a sort of obsession with demons and darkness, though I never looked up real demons past animes, because my parents were straight Christian. However, I met my best friend, Shakira, who shared my demon obsession.
One day we decided we wanted to "summon a demon", a very stupid inclination, but I suppose we honestly didn't think anything would really happen. So... We googled it. Having a jolly good time, we took Shakira's oil crayons and drew a huge pentagram on her bedroom floor with an eye in it. I took a notebook and sat in the center of the star, I used a form of summoning usually used on ghosts, rather than demons, which is writing the demon's name over and over again. I kept my eyes closed while doing so. Soon I could hear footsteps circling the pentagram, after a moment I could feel the strange sensation of nails going up my back, in fear I opened my eyes. My vision blurred, but for some weird reason, I swore I could see a red pentagram on the wall before me. After that, nothing happened, just as we assumed, we finished our day and I went home.
Soon strange things were happening to us. We both kept seeing black figures that looked the same to us. They were made of black mass, they were tall and thin, the curves of their body were sharp, and they had glowing red or white eyes and appeared generally mouthless. They would appear in mirrors, in our beds, in our showers, and generally any where else you would generally want a demon to not be. My house starting losing power every 2 days and when that happened, these things were everywhere, it seemed they lived in the shadows and would crawl out of them. I began to think I was hallucinating them, because my mum and dad didn't see them, perhaps Kira and I were schitzophrenic? However, I soon realized my cats, Patches and Azzy, took notice to the creatures and didn't like them one bit.
After a while I actually got used to being followed my these things and they actually started to go away. Now... The thing about demons (if that's what they are) is they're kind of addictive. Even with all their creepiness and threatening demeanor, they give off a sort of fatal attraction. At school, I became close friends with Katie and Aimee, I told them about my supernatural encounters.
Aimee's mother was Wiccan, so she'd already heard of such things, but Katie took an immediate interest, she wanted me to help her summon one. So being the type of person who likes to try their luck, I agreed to. Aimee, Katie, and I skipped class and hid in a bathroom stall. I'd studied better this time, I drew a huge green pentagram on the wall, cooked up an herbal "summoning elixer", carved the demon "god" Sallos' name into an orange candle and got to work with a Satanic prayer. This instantly got to us, I suppose this was an aura this time, it actually wasn't scary, it was intoxicating, like some strange high. Take note we took no drugs during this incident.
We heard a voice whistling a Beethoven Symphony, we felt exhausted, I looked to my friend Katie to realize her eyes were rolling up a bit out of exhaustion. When the candle was blown out, the smoke snaked up the pentagram like veins. Reading that pentagrams are "the star doors to Hell", Katie decided to lay against it with her eyes closed. After about 5 minutes she collapsed, I thought she was playing with me until she burst out in tears and swore that she'd seen her dead little sister in the pentagram.
After that, I don't mess with demons anymore. I still see and hear things sometimes, I don't talk to Kira or Katie anymore, but so does Aimee. It seems these dark things follow me. My boyfriend, Roy, claimed to see these same beings. He, being very spiritual and supernaturally intact himself, claimed to summon light beings in my room, which I personally call them angels. Now I occasionally see white and gold orbs, too.
I can't say for sure we're not a bunch of mentally disturbed teenagers with nutty cats, but I can say I personally believe in demons and angels. I converted back to Christianity now and have barricaded my bedroom in crucifixes. I don't see "demons" now half as often. I burned all my demon names and pentagrams and wear a rosary every day. I hope one day, I'll escape my dumb decisions to play with black magic. I guess the moral of the story is don't "dabble" in demons or they may "dabble" back.