A few weeks ago, I submitted a story. I would like to add on to it, because I feel that I left out some very crucial information.
In the last story, I suggested that what I am seeing now, is some of what I experienced at my old house (Which is explained in my first story).
I can understand why the majority of the people said that the two were unrelated. From what my stories said, at my old house, it was what seemed to be an intelligent haunting. What I am experiencing now, is without a doubt a demon. The reason I left out the information I am about to share, is because it was rather personal, but it is getting to the point where I just want to know what is going on, and I believe that this information is crucial to finding out exactly what IS going on. (That's enough rambling, now on to the real story. [which will be rather long because I'm combining the two, so sorry!])
I moved from Texas to Louisiana when I was only a few months old. We moved into a large old house out in the country. It was rather secluded, and somewhat run-down, but the man who owned it had gone bankrupt, and it was just too good of an offer to pass up.
While they were fixing the house, odd things started to happen. My mom and dad had heard that when renovating a house, often resting spirits are awakened by the activity. So they figured that if it WAS in fact haunted, that things would soon quiet down. It didn't. My father often heard a baby cry at night. Since I was a young baby, he thought it was me, but when he would go check, it would often stop right before he came to my door. There were hardly ever signs that I had been crying. There was the thought that maybe I was just making noises, and not really crying, but sometimes I would be on the other side of the house, or not even home. It always came from my room.
When I turned 2 or 3, my dad started working overseas. So there was me, my mother, and my older brother and sister all living in the house.
They heard things such as whispering, and my sisters' boyfriend woke up one night and saw all of the drawings at the bottom of my closet floating in the air and being tossed to the side and being looked through. My electronic toys and also things that had to be wound up would stare going off in the night.
Things always seemed to be happening in my room, the hallway leading to my room, and the staircase- right across from my room.
Between the ages of 3 and 4, my life was a nightmare. My brother started acting strange. All throughout that year, he sexually abused me.
When my mother found out what he was doing, he said that voices were telling him things. Figuring he was just making excuses, she took him to the hospital and counseling to see if anything was wrong- sure enough- they found nothing wrong.
When I entered kindergarten, my sister graduated and moved out, and my brother, who couldn't even look me in the eye, so ashamed of what he did, moved out also.
One day when my mom and I were cleaning out my brother's room, I came across one of his journals. He talked of the voices that he heard, and even claimed to have seen glowing eyes in the night on numerous occasions.
When I was in the first grade, my mom and I moved out of the house to a small town a few hours away. We didn't sell the house, so we would go visit it frequently. When we would come on the weekends, I wouldn't stay at the house. If felt evil if that makes sense. I just didn't feel safe there. I missed living in my big beautiful house, but I just couldn't bring myself to stay there.
At the end of my first grade year, we moved back to the house, and I stayed my whole second grade year there. It felt so weird there.
Things would be moved, we would see shadows, and my mom even saw a full bodied apparition of a woman standing on the stairs.
There was obviously a mother and a daughter. If not that, it was definitely a woman and a young child.
One night, I had a dream where my mom and I were brutally murdered by three men of the Vietnamese type. I ignored it, figuring it was just a nightmare.
My mom and I were talking about all of the things that happened at the house a few years after moving out, and she started telling me about something that she experienced one night. She woke up and heard a struggle. The voices of a woman and child were obvious, and she heard voices of a few men. The language was something of the Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese type. I had NEVER told her about my dream prior to that conversation.
We had spoken to a priest before, but he told us to simply keep holy water and crosses in every room. Before moving my mom decided that we should go a step further and get the house blessed. No more than a month later, before we got the chance to, my dad said that we had to sell the house. My mom could have gotten a lawyer, but I wanted to leave. I couldn't stand it there anymore. It was horrifying. Occurrences were becoming more frequent, and I just didn't enjoy living there.
I don't know about you, but I find it rather strange that my mother and I were the longest ones to stay there, and there was the ghost of an older woman and a young child (who seemed to grow older with me).
Now, what I believe I am seeing now, ties in to what my brother was experiencing at the old house.
It all started the night after my friend got hit by a car. He wasn't killed, but simply fractured his back in several places. It was done on purpose, so naturally I was extremely nervous that something could happen again. I didn't sleep for about a week because I was so paranoid, and when I did sleep, I had nightmares of ghosts and demons killing my boyfriend and I (I don't know why exactly my boyfriend was in my dreams because he hasn't experienced anything).
One morning, I was in the kitchen fixing something to eat. I glanced outside through my door, and saw a black shadow in the shape of a man. I looked back, and it was gone. I considered the fact that I hadn't slept in a few weeks, and simply ignored what I thought I had just seen.
The nightmares continued. No more than a week after "seeing" the shadowy man, he was back. And this time I was sure. Everybody has those dreams where they are falling, or perhaps being grabbed, and they jump and wake up. I felt something grab my ankle, and I woke myself up from jumping so violently. I sat up to grab a drink of water from my nightstand, and when I looked back, there was a black shadow in the shape of a man near the foot of my bed, where my legs had been. I blinked a few times and it was gone, but I remained frozen. I broke down crying, and needless to say, I did not sleep that night.
About two months passed, and nothing happened. I began to think that maybe what had happened was just a realistic nightmare. But I was quickly convinced that it wasn't. I was at my mom's boyfriend's house, a few hours from where I live. We all slept in the same room. They were in their bed, and I was on the couch. I was sleeping rather well, when I suddenly woke up. I thought nothing of it because I wake up around 2 times a night to get something to drink or maybe go to the bathroom. I didn't feel like getting up, so I just lay back down and tried to go back to sleep.
Just as I was dozing off, something grabbed my shoulder. I was facing the back of the sofa, so without looking back I assumed it was my mom and muffled "Leave me alone. Go away. I'm sleeping." Then I heard "No. I'm never leaving." It was the most evil voice I have ever heard in my life. It was nothing like in the horror movies. It gives me the chills just thinking of the voice. It was a deep, growl.
About two months had passed, and I had not seen the shadowy figure. I had dreams where I become possessed. I lay in my bed violently shaking and moaning. I woke up both times because I could feel myself shaking.
I have seen it one time since then, which is a new occurrence since my last story. I was walking on the beach with my dog. (Last time I can do that for a while because of the oil spill. Anyway) I took out my phone to take a picture of our shadows, and there was an extra shadow. There were no trees or houses around, and plus I was by the shore. There was nothing there. My phone wasn't messing up. It wasn't a black spot, it was clearly a shadow. I could see the water and sand through it.
I was talking to my sister, and she has also seen the shadowy figure, and had nightmares just like me. So that means that me, my brother, and my sister have all seen shadowy figures (my brother obviously experiencing more than my sister and I have).
I am really sorry for how long this is, but going from simply hearing a baby crying at night, to THIS, is just weird. People have said that it is perhaps a family curse. If anyone has actually taken the time to read this, I would really appreciate whatever suggestions or comments you may have. I want this to stop, but I feel helpless.