This is my first time telling my whole story. I've told a few family members bits and pieces; however, refrained from telling all of it. Maybe I was ashamed for what we did. For lack of a better word I'll simply say we were stupid teenagers. Watching too many scary movies put ideas in our heads. One evening, we were sitting around being bored and decided to "call spirits."
We constructed a Ouija board made of cardboard, set up candles, and sat in a circle. We first held hands and called spirits. Then we used the Ouija board. Needless to say, nothing happened. Or so we thought. After the ritual we threw out the board and continued on with our teenaged lives.
Then things stared to happen. One night, I was in my room talking on the phone when my doorknob started shaking. My door was shut but I could see the knob jiggling. I yelled for whoever was shaking it to come in. It just kept shaking. So I yelled, "It's open!" Same thing, more jiggling. So I told my friend on the phone to hang on I was going to open the door (maybe it was locked). It was still shaking when I reached my hand out to open it. I flung it open - no one was there. My room is in the basement (I'm the only one with a room down here). I ran to check the furnace room and laundry room but nobody was around. I assumed it was my little sister but there is no way she could've ran in the blink of an eye to the stairs on the other side of the basement. Anyways, I just shrugged it off.
Other incidents that took place were hearing my books shuffling papers at night, stereo turning on by itself, seeing black shadows move quickly in the corner of my eye, and my "night attacks" returned. I used to have these night attacks in the middle of the night when I was younger (maybe 10 or so), which scared everyone half to death. No one knew what to do. I even wound up in hospital because my parents were so scared and didn't know what to do. They'd pray and try calm me down but nothing worked.
Then all of a sudden the night attacks left. After we called spirits as teenagers, they returned. I was scared and confessed what we did to my mom. She brought in her church group to pray for the house. When they got to my room they said they felt a coldness and dark evil. After they blessed the house everything was fine for years. Until recently.
I've started getting the feeling that I'm being watched. The scariest incident was when I was watching TV with my cat. She's my baby and always follows me around. While sitting beside me on the armrest she started growling all of a sudden. She jumped off the couch and slowly crept away from me. While creeping away, she kept looking over her shoulder - first at me then her sight line moved over to the corner of the room. She was doing that evil growl cats do. I was calling her name asking her what's wrong. Then she slowing left the room but gave the corner one last glance over her shoulder. She hid in the laundry room for like 4 hours.
During this time I called my mom and told her what happened. She knew I was scared and told me to read a few verses in the bible (I forgot which ones). I managed to grab my cat from the laundry room and took her upstairs to the same spot and read the bible verses. Halfway through she growled again. This time I freaked and ran to my boyfriend. My cat went back to the laundry room and stayed there. Whatever she saw freaked her out.
When my parents returned home we did a group prayer together. It calmed me down a bit but now I'm wondering if whatever was bothering me before somehow came back.
Thanks for reading my story. Just a quick note- I don't do drugs and I rarely drink.