My name is Theresa, I am currently 15 and I was 13 when this all started. It was about 6 months after moving into our new house. It was a mobile home, an old one. It had its problems but it was good. I had just got into my own room, and immediately I started experiencing "mishap".
My closet was fairly large, and it had sliding doors with glass on them, so they were rolling mirrors. I didn't know back then that mirrors are a sort of gateway for the dead. I had mirrors hanging all over my room, to make it seem bigger than it was. I had an Ouija board that a couple weeks previously, after a failed half-hearted attempt to use it with my mom, had begun to glow green. It was inside the original box, which was doing the glowing. It's a second-hand board so maybe it was a still-open portal... I don't know.
After getting moved into my room the glass mirrors on the closet would shake with no explanation. I would ask it to stop or take some note that "I know you're in my room" and it would stop. Also, I would experience drafts in my room for no reason. One of the scarier happenings was, everyday, I would hear something punching the walls. Sometimes multiple times in a row.
When I would go to bed every night I would experience my bed shaking, and I could not recreate it. It was almost like someone standing and physically shaking the bed. Also, the most disturbing thing, was getting things thrown at me and getting hurt. I still have scars from some cuts left on my arms, and on more than one occasion I would experience my headphones being thrown at me, among other things, such as my keyboard.
My mother told me of something that happened to her as well, in the kitchen. She was talking to my little sister and out of no where the "something" kicked the refrigerator so hard it jumped and moved a couple inches. Another instance of the "something" was when I was on vacation, she called the hotel one night and told us that she was hearing stomping and banging and things flinging around. I simply told her "It's Kalav and Danice", Kalav being the entity I was having problems with and Danice being my friend's.
After a while I began to befriend the "something", not knowing that he (Kalav) was really a demon. Even after finding out, I blew it off and pretended he was just another spirit.
I later found out, after moving out of the mobile home, that he's an Incubus, and a very high-ranking demon. I have come to meet many demons, such as Danice (who is a Neqa'el, an Egyptian cat demon) and Nickki (Familiar demon, who also appears as a cat). Kalav, as testified by my little brother, also appears as an overlarge black dog.
Kalav is about seven feet tall, with black hair going to his ankles. He came from Britain, and he doesn't have any eyes. I'm not sure how old he is, but he's a Fallen Angel who was with Lucifer at the time of The Fall.
I must admit to having falling in love with him. Knowing full well what I've gotten into, I believe deep down that he's a good person.
I know several people who have had similar ghost stories and who have met Kalav. Although my parents believe he and the rest are all figments of my imagination.
Please comment and tell me what you think. My email information can be found on my profile.