TThis story takes place in Jacksonville, Florida. I was around 9-11 years old (not sure which age, but in higher elementary school). We had just moved into a new house maybe about 10 minutes away from a cemetery. The events I will tell you about, I thought were caused by that, but later found out another shocking truth. The first thing that creeped me out about this house once we moved in, was that the room I was to sleep in was covered in bees. One of my greatest fears. The entire floor was covered in bees, closet, the windowpanes the shelves in the closet, everywhere. With me being terrified of bees I did not want to touch them, so my mother and grandmother went in and cleaned them up and inspected the room for a hive or a broken window...nothing!
Then I figured everything was fine, but about 2 months later the bees returned. You can imagine how terrified I was to come home from school and find my room covered in bees again. This time they were on the bed especially my pillow, underneath it, my closet, the windows again, and the shelves. This time my mother further inspected the room. Still to find a heaping pile of NOTHING! This was the last time I saw bees in my room. But after the following events I would have gladly come home to the bees everyday.
About a month or so after the bee incident I was laying in bed about to fall asleep when something said look up at the ceiling. I reluctantly looked up and what I saw was horrifying. I saw a devil/demon like creature with a pointed tail. Next to him was a man. He was knelt down with a bowed head. Then the devil/demon took a trident and began stabbing at the man. He looked to be in so much pain. The devil/demon laughed. I closed my eyes hoping it would be over, but when I opened them the poor man was still being tortured. I ran to tell my mom and she just said go back to sleep.
I went back to my room and prayed until I fell asleep. A few nights later my brother claimed the face of the devil was in his window. I went in to see and sure enough there was a face imprinted in the glass like it was somehow in the middle of the plate, neither inside nor out. Now whether it was the devil or not I cannot say but I can tell you that there was no good in it. A few weeks after that our microwave began to go off at exactly 3:15a.m. Every morning. The first night I heard it through my sleep, I woke up and went to see what it was and when I looked there was no food in the microwave, nor was there anyone in the kitchen. I also noticed that while the microwave was going the time was stuck on 66, it never went lower.
Later that night I woke up to use the bathroom and ad I walked out of my room into the hall I saw a woman standing in the hall, and she was dressed in attire from the 1800's she had very long dead nails and was reading out of a brown leather bound book and whispering to herself while pointing at me. I then realized she was a witch reading from her spell book. I was frozen out of fear. I went to tell my mom but she didn't believe me.
It wasn't until my mom actually witnessed things in the house that she started listening to my brother and me. For instance, my mom woke up one night and saw a woman standing in the bed over her. Then one night after work she saw another woman in her bedroom window between the curtains and the window as if she was expecting someone to come home. Then she started to hear the microwave at night, after this she decided to talk to the neighbours and ask if they knew of anything going on at the house. Well all the neighbours had the same story:' The woman who lived there before you used to sit on the porch in the dark of night and practice witchcraft, she also held Ouji parties at her house as well as practicing black majik in the back yard.
After hearing this and being the Christian woman that my mother was (rest her soul) she decided that that house was no place for her nor her children, I think we stayed in that house for maybe 6 months 8 tops. And to this day I can still see beings from the 'other' side, and I also hear things that are not there, or that others cannot hear as well as see them. I also have very vivid dreams of people being hurt by evil beings.