I would assume that this all happened about 5 years ago. A brief introduction I think is necessary. My mother is studying to become a priest for an Anglican church. My father is a firefighter and recently reborn Christian. My younger sister and I were raised as Christians and were taught many many things about ghosts and demons. There's not a person in my family who hasn't been affected by "supernatural" forces. It seems to run through the women in my family.
It started with my sister in her bedroom. We stayed in a relatively poor area in a pretty old house, and the neighbours were filthy and had plenty of rats. We would often hear these rats running through the roof all through the day. I noticed, however, that these "rats" would pick certain areas of the ceiling to frolic and run around. At this time, the "rats" had invaded the part of the roof covering my sister's bedroom and at this time she had been having "nightmares" where she saw horrible and ugly faces of men and women. She was scared out of her mind and my mother would go in and pray with her before bed every night.
Eventually the faces left my sister and the "rats" found a hovel above my parents' room. Often you'd walk past their door and hear my mother's guitar strumming when I knew for a fact there was nobody in there. My mum also began having strange nightmares where she screamed at the devil and spoke in different languages that sounded too old to learn. My father recorded her once. The last time she saw anything was in the kitchen. She assumed she saw my cat running behind her in the kitchen and thought he'd bumped the dining chair. She then realized that the cat was in my room with me at that time, and the shadow/figure she saw was too big. She also remembered "rats" in the ceiling above the kitchen when this happened and the chair was still out of place.
I was the last to be approached and unfortunately they approached me more vividly. I clearly remember waking up early one morning to the "rats' in the roof. The room and sky were still very dark and I heard talking. Clear as day, a small voice telling me how pathetic I am and should kill myself before I waste any more time here. I couldn't find the source of the voice, but as I was preparing to go back to bed, I saw something on my left sitting on the seat by my late grandfather's old writing desk. It was a young woman with no eyes. She looked almost porcelain and too perfect with long blonde hair. I heard the voice flinging insults at me from an obviously brilliant hiding place when suddenly the woman's head and wrists started bleeding. She opened her mouth and just screamed and screamed and screamed. I froze while staring at her. Please note I had made no sound at all. My mother came to see why I was screaming.
This event became a nightly occurrence. Eventually the voice made itself present in the form of what looked like a scaly green monkey. It would constantly remind me of my failures in life, and eventually I began to believe it. I don't know why I never bothered to tell it to go away. I didn't feel like I was strong enough. Once I screamed at it to leave me alone, and all it did was laugh. It all got too much for me to handle on my own. I saw psychologists, psychiatrists, spoke to my mother but never approached a priest. No real reason except for the fact that I found many hypocritical Christians at church and didn't want to be judged any more than this monkey thing had been judging me. My mother approached a priest for me. A group of people came to bless our house. I remember some judgmental old fart praying over me before we began (side note: I was interviewed on my appearance and views before anything began... I wear all black. I'm not a Satanist - and yes I know they're not about all black and killing cats -, I'm not a Goth, I just enjoy black and I like metal music), and she prayed to God for the Gift of Colour for me. Rude...
We went about the house throwing oily water on everything; my mom got involved in the hype and destroyed my father's collection of porcelain skull ornaments. When they got to my room, all they could do was complain about the evil pictures on my wall. I had to remove the word Seether (a band), a poster of The Darkness (the band that sang "I believe in a thing called love") and a bunch of bright colourful faerie pictures. I got angrier and angrier and the monkey was under my bed laughing at the procedure. I think that one priest may have heard the laughing or at least felt something awful. (Please note he was the only person who didn't get involved in the religious hysteria going on in the house at the time of the blessing). He looked at his bible and let it fall open. I believe he read from one of the Psalms. This pissed the monkey off and he flew to attack the priest, but I was shocked to see he couldn't get past what looked like a wall barrier. I actually laughed at its failure, and it felt great.
I will admit that the house blessing seemed to work. I believe that the spirits left (luckily none are malevolent like these few) belong to the house and should be left in peace.
I'm open to all opinions, positive and negative.