I'm beginning to believe that my house has a demon. I was stupid, and broke the first rule of ouija boards, and played alone. Nothing responded, but something was there. The air thickened, and my room became colder. Later on that night, my dad asked if I had heard something, and I had, but I wasn't sure what. I thought that maybe, I had heard my cat, on the roof.
Then there were footsteps, heavy ones, like an angered man, stomping across the roof. I was freaked out, and ran downstairs. I told my mom someone was on the roof. My dad grabbed his shotgun, went out onto the roof, and said,"Whoever it was, they got away..."
I was officially freaked. My dad, he's blind, but he said he saw a shadow jump down, and go into the woods. I went upstairs, locked all my doors and windows, and took the ouija board (mine was homemade and secrete since my mom doesn't allow them ever since she played with one as a child) folded it in half, put the planchette with it, and placed a paper clip on the side to keep it from coming open.
Later on that night, I waited for a while before trying to go to bed, and when I closed my eyes, I heard something growl, like a cat. I thought maybe Tootsie (my cat) had snuck into the house or something, but when I looked around, I couldn't find her. I closed my eyes again, and there was the growl. I was freaked out, and kept quiet about this with my parents, because if they ever found out, I'd be dead.