This past weekend, as my mother and I were sitting down for breakfast together, my grandmother called to tell us that my Aunt Alicia was sick. Apparently, the entity in her house (in Lamont, CA) had frightened her so severely that it caused her to fall ill. I could only hear my mother's side of the conversation and that alone gave me goose bumps.
When she ended the conversation, my mom told me that only a few days prior, my Aunt Alicia had woken up very early in the morning to prepare my Uncle Ray's lunch before he left for work. After he'd left, she sat down on the couch. Immediately, she realized that an invisible entity had sat down beside her. Scared to death, she looked over to her side and saw the impression of the entity's form on the couch and she could feel its presence. She immediately became ill. She called my grandmother (who is very religious and attends church daily) to help her contact a priest so he may perform a house blessing.
I couldn't believe that there was any paranormal activity in my family. I was a mix of emotions, sad for my aunt's health but also excited at the prospect of ghost hunting at her house. I begged my mother for every detail available.
She said that this wasn't the first paranormal encounter at my aunt's house. They would repeatedly hear a commotion in the kitchen, as if someone was struggling to open the window, climb through it and stumble onto the floor. They never found evidence of anyone breaking in.
Not long ago, my aunt threw a family party and everyone was up and dancing to the music when suddenly the stereo shut off. They struggled to fix it, but it was dead. My quick-witted father exclaimed that the entity had probably had enough of hearing the loud music and wanted us to leave. My mother then began to curse it out loud for ruining the party. They brought another stereo from the house and plugged it in and everyone began dancing again. The rhythm immediately turned into blues again as the second stereo also stopped working. The third stereo they brought out was also short-lived. Out of stereos at this point, the party was definitely over.
My aunt's son Michael was at one time attacked by this entity. As he was lying in bed, it jumped on him and he struggled with it and managed to fight him off. I'm an advocate for sleep paralysis, but the fact that he was able to move during his encounter makes me think it was the real deal and not sleep paralysis.
My father called her later that day to hear about her encounter first-hand. Surprisingly, she denied the latest encounter ever happened. My father said "Ray told me that when the ground was being excavated to add the new addition to the house that two boxes were found. There was a small box and it contained some rings, which you later pawned and another large box. Fearing it could be a coffin, you both decided not to disturb it and pour the foundation over it..."
I could hear her on the speaker phone as my father talked and she denied that story. She acknowledged the window story and the stereo story, but denied everything else. She agrees that there is an entity lurking around, causing minor mischief, but has so far remained harmless to the family.
My first instinct was that she was so scared about what had happened that she was in denial. My grandmother couldn't make up a story like that if she had to. I firmly believe there is more to this story than what my aunt says.