Wow I haven't even thought about this in so long, but recent events triggered it and I needed to let it out. My fiancé doesn't believe in ghosts, demons and the paranormal. The only thing he knows is that they're all 'ghost stories' since nothing's happened to him. Mind you, since he's met me he's witnessed a few things but thinks it's just a figment of his imagination. But this isn't about him - it's about me and my experiences. I can tell you stories about stuff that happened when I was five, when all my experiences started, but this happened when I was thirteen/fourteen. I'm currently twenty-one, and I still have nightmares about this. Let's begin.
I'll start off with giving a brief history about me and the house I'm talking about. Since I was a child I've always been a little more... In-tuned? With the paranormal. They triggered seizures sometimes at night, but of course I just thought I was sick back then because I could never remember what happened before the episode happened, my mom and dad always saying that I was 'sick' and that 'I'd get better soon'. I believed them until I was old enough to put pieces together.
ANYWAY! This house in particular was across the street from Dundurn Castle, which was haunted on its own. It's a museum now, allowing tourists and locals to enter the mansion and look at the history of my old city. It had been there since 1835, and the houses across the street were almost one hundred and two years old when my parents bought the house. Only later would I find out that they were built to house the maids and butlers of the castle. You can read the history about the castle and such if you search for it on Google, there's an official website as well - so if you want to learn more, go ahead and research.
Back to the story at hand.
My parents had separated, my mother moved to the mountain in Hamilton, Ontario with her sister. She had taken my brothers and me with her and we were on our weekly visit with my father. It was a Friday night; my dad had already begun packing his things in our house on York Blvd to move back home with his parents. He stayed there though, since we had a puppy that my Grandma refused to bring into the house. Never being a fan of hockey, he bought tickets for my brothers and himself to go see the Hamilton Bulldogs play down the street at Copps Coliseum. Before he left, I asked if I could invite my friend Deanna over so I wasn't alone. He agreed and I called her, inviting her over to watch the first couple InuYasha movies.
It was great - she was my best friend at the time and I hadn't seen her in months. At this point, she was the only one I ever told about being able to see strange things and such, and it was then she told me she could do the same. If we were together, I would feel the safest. I was always scared of being in that house by myself, and when we got Sparky (our dog at the time) it just confirmed there was something wrong in that house. He'd freak out, growling and such, at the walls and stand in front of me as if to protect me from whatever was there. Sparky was beside me while I waited for her to show up, sitting on the floor beside me facing the hallway on the second floor. When he made his way to the stairs I figured Dee had finally shown up and followed him down the stairs to open the door. Luckily it was her who had arrived and I hugged her tight. It seemed like it was going to storm that night so I was happy she made it safe and sound.
We walked upstairs into my brothers bedroom (I had the basement bedroom, which I enjoyed at first until I kept having nightmares) and I shut the computer room door so we could have a good talk while I looked for the DVDs that were in one of the drawers. Sparky had nested into a ball on the opposite bed while Deanna had been asking me how I was doing, and if I met any new friends at my new school. I started talking about Alex and Kim, who were my good friends at Saint Daniel's Elementary. We had already finished the first InuYasha movie and I was starting to put it away and grab the second DVD when Dee mentioned if I felt safe in the house alone.
Of course I told her the truth, stating that I didn't and it was one of the main reasons I asked her to come over. She asked if I felt like I was being watched, and I said constantly in this house. Anywhere else, I didn't feel like there were eyes watching my every move. Sparky had already perked his head up and positioned himself in front of me again, sitting down and alert; Dee patted him on the head and stood up, mentioning that we should move out of the room and into the computer room to do some research. Knowing that I have had nightmares in the house before, she asked me to recall anything that I can remember from any one of them. I threw my hands up in the air, wondering what the hell she was up to.
I told her I couldn't remember much, but it seemed like an angry spirit was after me in each of them. I even thought to mention that when I brought Sparky out for a small walk in the backyard from him to do his business at night, that in the bushes I could feel someone staring at me and hear a bit of laughter. Sparky always seemed to bark in that area too - so I always wondered why he did. We researched about spirits and all we could find was that it was a between a possibility of a demon or a poltergeist. That was when I had enough, getting out of my seat and grabbing a piece of paper and a pen.
The reason I did this, was because I read online somewhere that we could communicate with the dead through 'automatic writing', and that was what I planned to do. I wanted to know what was in my house, what could have possibly caused my dad to hit my mom every night, what took away my mom's eyesight... It just all seemed to connect with each other. Dee looked at me strangely and I wrote down the first question: "are you here?"
Of course, it answered "yes."
I glanced over at Deanna and inhaled sharply, Sparky was growling then too - so I knew it must have worked. I gulped, glancing down at the paper and wrote my second question: "what is your name?" It was then we heard a loud banging noise downstairs, Sparky sprung up and ran down the stairs as fast as he could. Dee and I followed, looking around the living room, dining room and kitchen. Nothing had happened. I let out a sigh of relief, double-checking to see if the windows and doors were locked up. Sparky had gone to his water bowl at this point and Deanna was sitting down on the couch when I finished double-checking everything. I joined her, a worried smile on my face. She asked me if this was the first time I tried to contact it with automatic writing, and I told her the truth. It was, because every other time I would yell for it to go away and leave me alone.
That worried my parents into thinking I was insane, so I stopped that and didn't tell it to leave me alone for a while.
It was then we heard scratching and we thought it was Sparky, who had gone under the couch by our feet, that was just stretching. We laughed it off and we both decided to get some chips before we went back upstairs to watch the second movie. We both moved to the kitchen and heard something fall down the stairs. I freaked out, thinking Sparky had hurt himself, and I rushed to the staircase. Sparky was growling at nothing and I looked down at my feet. There was a chef's knife there and when I touched the handle it was cold. Instinctively, I glanced at the wall and on it was "Mamon". I screamed and Dee rushed over to see what happened. When she saw that, she ran upstairs to grab her things, just as I did. I ran around the house grabbing important things and shoving them into a bag (Sparky's food, a couple bottles of water, some food, a blanket, couch pillow and the house phone) and my own sweater, jacket, dog leash and keys.
When my dad got home from the hockey game, Deanna had already gone home and I was in the blanket, Sparky had fallen asleep on my lap and I was leaning against the brick wall on the pillow. I simply refused to go into that house without my dad. I didn't tell my dad about my experience, because if I mentioned the writing on the wall I would have been blamed for it. He didn't see it until the day he went to get everything out of the house a month and a half later, and asked me about it. I played stupid, I didn't want to think about it anymore.
Anyway, that's my story. If there is ANYTHING you guys can tell me, I am willing to discuss in the comments. I still think until this day that this... 'Mamon' was a demon, possibly higher ranked. I didn't notice until now that I had goosebumps while I wrote this. But yeah, this is one of many stories I have for you all. Thank you for taking the time to read it.