Demonic Predator 2

This weekend the haunting that have been going on have hopefully reached a peak at the physical and psychological harm it has caused me, because I don't know how it can possibly get worse. What happened on Sunday morning was something that I am hesitant to even write for you guys since even I hardly believed it. Anyway, Sunday morning wasn't the only intense occurrence this weekend, so I will start with Friday night, August 7th.

I was up with my brother watching a movie at about 11:00 at night. He started to fall asleep so I turned the movie off and carried him upstairs. I turn a few lights on to see where I was going and got him to bed. I went to turn the lights out and fall asleep myself when I noticed another one of those shadows that disappear before I can focus on them. The problem with this one was that it didn't disappear. The shadow appeared to be getting closer but it was actually turning into a more humanoid shape. The last to develop was its eyes, they weren't bright neon red like most demons are described, but they were just glowing bloodshot eyes that would not stop their hateful stare at me. It began to get closer, it appeared to be floating but I could hear its footsteps. It stopped once it got close enough to where I could touch it if I wasn't frozen in fear of what was happening before me. Its eyes suddenly got wider and started rolling to the back of its head. Then it split into four shadows and all four launched in four different directions and disappeared. That was all for Friday night except the usually poltergeist activities. The entity finally manifested itself to me, assuming that is its true form

The next extreme activity happened Saturday afternoon, August 8th.

I had a shift from 9:00 to 3:00 at work and I cam home tired, depressed and overwhelmed with what happened last night. I decided to escape from it all and take a shower. Of course when I glanced at the mirror the mutilated faces appeared then vanished again. I thought I would be used to that by now but it scares me worse every time because it proves that whatever is there is still there. I am halfway through my shower when I heard the usual glass shattering sound except it was so loud I could've sworn it was in the same room as me. I peek out from behind the curtain to see that nothing was broken.

I look around a little more and was about to get beck to showering when I saw the shadow apparition again complete with those horrible eyes. It once again just stood in the doorway and stared at me. It stayed for a minute before it floated up and vanished into the ceiling. I am shaking at every movement I make and get dressed after the shower; I went to watch a little T.V. To cool my nerves. At least an hour passes when I get a powerful punch sensation on my nose; I didn't see anything but I randomly get punched in the nose. It didn't break but I was bleeding really badly and it took at least a half hour to completely stop bleeding. Once it was done bleeding, I got a sharp pain on my back. I rush to the nearest mirror to check my back for anything and there were three very distinct slash marks. I drove to the emergency room to get stitches. I told them that I fell on a pitchfork since even I thought I was loosing my mind.

On Sunday morning, August 9th.

I woke up in a daze as if I wasn't quite sure exactly where I was. The place I was at did not feel like my room. My vision had finally cleared and to my astonishment and horror, I realized I was at the haunted house. I just woke up in the worst possible place I could ever be. I don't even know how it happened but I just appeared there. Luckily my house was only a 5 mile walk away from the haunted house. As I walked I can't even describe what was going through my head, feelings of despair, feelings of denial, and feelings of intense anger. My head at that moment was a hurricane. Nothing has really happened since waking up in that god forsaken place. Most of the little things this evil presence would do weren't even happening. That isn't to suggest that it is gone though since I wrote this the day of waking up near that house.

If anything else happens, then I will write another story to keep you all updated. I think the events of this weekend prove that my paranormal stalker is a bit more serious than a very irate spirit.