Where do I begin?
As a 15 year old teenager I was really interested in paranormal activity and Ouija boards etc. I was never really scared when we had contact with a spirit, I found it quite exciting. One day me and my 17 (At the time) year old brother (Edward) planned do use the Ouija board that night as he just had that feeling. We had set my room all up (Candles, Crucifixes and Incense sticks) we always do our "Before Pray", as in the past we had experienced negative things, then we started to move the pointer round clockwise three times then we asked the basic question "Is anybody there?" after two more clockwise spins we had asked the question again and the pointer was moving towards the Yes, this was usually when I get excited as we could ask questions and play around (Never upsetting the spirit in any way of course by asking inappropriate questions). Our next question was always are you male or female, our spirit answered male Edward had then asked "Do you have a name?" and the pointer was rotating and not really pausing on a letter and the rotation was increasing speed, the pointer was getting hot and then the pointer went flying off the board in my direction went straight to my lap I looked at my brother and he just laughed and said "Well he's very social" I laughed as well. We had decided to pack up and call it a night.
No sort of activity had happened until about 2 days later when I was still up reading at about 3:00am (It was a Friday) and I heard a loud bang on my door like something was thrown at it, I was startled but, has I've learned in horror movies never go investigate as something always bad happens. I kept the door shut and instead I walked over and put my hear up against the door. I waited silently for a few seconds and heard nothing so I crawled under the duvet and continued reading until maybe 5 minutes later the loud bang happened again and this time I was petrified but I put a brave face on and opened the door. I don't know what I was expecting but there wasn't anything on the floor which could have been the object that hit my door. I left my door open that night and tried to get to sleep. I had woken up at about 8 am to discover my door was about halfway open, with no windows open and no one awake to even touch my door, I had started to panic and went to tell my brother about the night bangs and the door. I wouldn't say he took it seriously but he believed me well sort of.
The following night I had left my door open and put chair in front so there was no possible way of the door moving by wind. When morning had come the chair and door had both moved the door was in the same place as yesterday half opened (I sleep like a log so I didn't hear the chair scraping on the floor at night) my wardrobe door was wide open. I was scared so I had called my brother in to have a look for himself, he was proposing that the angry spirit who we contacted days ago was haunting my room, I took this into account and slept in the living room that night (When I say slept I meant staying up with my brother and watch TV). We had left my door open again with the chair against the door again. When it was past 2 am we headed for my room but the door hadn't moved nothing had my brother insisted that we stayed in my room and guarded the door which we did. At exactly 3:00am the door had started moving and the chair was scraping against the floor and when we walked closer and tried closing and opening the door the wardrobe door was open (neither of us had noticed it opening) I noticed it first but Edward walked over there, 2 steps forward and the wardrobe door shut fast. I at the time was starting to worry and cry (A little) I didn't want to be in my room so I did sleep in the living room that night.
Let's say 3 years have passed and we still live in the same house. I moved to the guest bedroom as the door still does move every time at 3:00 am even my parents have witnessed it my wardrobe came with me and the doors are sealed every night to prevent them from opening. We ignore the door and we believe the spirit (or whatever it is) isn't hurting us or giving any violence so we accept it.
This whole story is from my memories and my diary.