Back in 1985 while living in South Gate California with my mom and seven months pregnant. I was home alone watching TV.

I fely very uneasy and as I turned around to see what was behind me. Standing in the door way to the other rooms of the house, there was a man standing there, just looking at me. My first instinct was to get out of the house. I grabed the phone that had a hundred foot cord on it and ran out.

I called 911 and told them what I saw and that my mother was at a local night club. The 911 operator said she would notify my mother and to stay on the line. She asked If I could still see the man. As I looked into the house from the sidewalk, I could still see him standing there focused on me. I told the operator, and she said ” what is he doing” my response was, just standing there.

I began to notice, as my anxiety began to diminish, that he was transparent and that he was not completely standing on the floor. He began to turn towards the rooms and went into the room I was sleeping in. As I waited for the police to come I stayed on the phone with the operator.

Finally the police arrived with the dogs. Shortly after that my mom and her friend pulled up. The police asked if there were any other person in the house or animals. My response was NO. As the police released the dog, i was talking to my mother and told her that the man was floating and that I could see through him, she told me not to repeat that and wait for the police to leave.

As the dog entered the house he ran staight to my room and began barking, with there guns drawn the police entered the house. They found nothing. One officer said he must have went out of the window. I could have believed that, except that the old fashioned windows had nails in them to keep them going all the way up and they were still intact.

The police left and as hesitant as I was I went back into the house with my mom and her friend. I began to tell her in detail what I saw and with out thinking about the past. She remined me of her third husband who had owened the home and died of Cancer while living there sure enough it was him he had a beard.

Months later and minor things happening I eased back into everyday life with my new baby. One day my mom was cleaning out the closet that she avoided since Bob’s death and she found a oije board. She tossed it in the trash, thinking that was the cause of activity. To this day the experiences are few but never the less still actice. We no longer live in that house. But the memories of that house live in us. So don’t assume you are alone.

Written by Tracy Davis, Copyright 2008

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Every town seems to have a ghost story to tell. My home town seems to have too many to count, most of which can easily be brushed off as gossip. However, one has always seemed to stick out above the rest. On Main St. about three or four lots from city hall, there is an old house that has been the center of the town’s ghost stories since it was built some time back in the 1920’s, or maybe earlier, I’m not quite sure. We all just call it the “Pink House.” It’s the only thing that sets it apart from every other house in town, is its light pink color. There’s nothing particularly creepy about it in appearance.

I’m not sure exactly how, when or why the stories started, but I’ve been hearing them for as long as I can remember.

My grandmother once babysat for previous owners in the late 1960’s. She was going to be there all night and decided to sleep on the sofa in the living room. Earlier before they left, the owners had told her not to be startled if she sees and old man walk into the room and sit on the chair across from her, he was just a spirit that paid them a nightly visit. She thought nothing of it, of course. She never did see the old man, but at about the time the owners told her the man would show up, the kitchen faucet began to turn off and on. Eventually she had to tape the faucet’s knob down so she could get to sleep.

In the mid 1980’s, a family living there made phone calls almost weekly to the town police reporting an intruder in the middle of the night. Most of the time it was outside, but one particular night, it was in the kitchen. It was around one in the morning when the owners were awoken by the sounds of pots and pans being thrown around the room. They quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, but found not one thing out of place. Then, through the kitchen window, strung from the pecan tree outside, they could see someone hanging from a noose. Not long after, they moved.

Over the years since, people have been in and out of the house. For as long as I can remember no one has stayed in the house for any more than a month. It seemed every few weeks there was a new “For Sale” or “For Rent” sign on the front porch post. Each person who has lived there also experienced the hanging man, as well as the noises from the kitchen. Other’s have even had plumbing problems, and when the plumber would crawl under the house to find the problem, the pipes had all disappeared.

The house is still there today, empty as of now. The town is building a library in that particular spot. The house’s fate is unclear, however. It has been discussed adding on to it to create the library, and it has also been discussed that tearing it down would be better. No matter what they do, I’m sure people will be talking about the place for some time to come.

Written by Gaara Renton Echizen, Copyright 2008

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My husband and I are Ebay sellers. We go to a lot of auctions. We mainly buy buttons and small vintage items. Sometimes we have to buy a whole box of stuff just to get one item in the box.

One late Friday night after returning from an auction I was at my computer with my back facing the lot boxes we had won that night. As I sat doing some item research I about jumped out of my chair as I heard a whistle behind my back! I turned slowly in my chair and looked at the window, even though it was late at night it was light outside because the streetlight is right in front of our home, there was no one to be seen in the window. Also I knew the whistle was behind me and came from within the house.

I turned and my eyes fell on the lot boxes. There was an old hat that looked like it belonged to an older man and as I looked at that hat I felt my hair stand up on my arms, I knew there was a connection to that whistle and the hat. The whistle sounded like a whistle one would make to call a dog. Nothing else happened that night and I forgot about the incident quickly enough.

We have several nieces and nephews and two grandchildren and I try and do little projects with them when I have the time. On this particular occasion we had a “sewing sleepover” and they had all made beds for their pets. Our oldest niece was in the dining room sewing and asked us when did we get the little dog? I thought what is she talking about. She said a little dog had came to the end of the table and looked at her… There was no little dog that we knew of and the thing was dismissed.

The old hat had found its way up to our guest bedroom and placed with the many other hats that I collect in a glass showcase cupboard. This particular room has no heat or air vent and when it became full blown summer we would keep the door closed to that room when not in use to help with the air conditioning.

One evening we retuned home from shopping and my husband asked me where our dog was and I showed him the dog was under the table asleep. He thought that was odd because in the stairwell you could hear a dog whining. We both stood there listening and you could here a dog whining like it wanted out.  After a few seconds it would quit. We looked upstairs and there was no dog, the bedroom door was still closed to the guestroom. My husband went and laid across our bed for a nap and I went back downstairs. My husband called me in a few minutes and said he had heard the dog again. As I stood just outside our bedroom talking to him about it, I heard it too and I knew where it was coming from, it was coming from the guestroom. Somehow I mustered enough courage to walk over and open the door. I saw nothing but the whining stopped. My husband and I just looked at each other, neither wanted to elaborate on it. Maybe if we just let it go it would be like it never happened. You always wonder what you would do if you were in such a situation and it still surprises me that we pretty much remained calm… I did notice however that our dog refused to go upstairs and he had always slept in our bedroom before. He will now go upstairs but never to stay but a minute or two.

A couple of evenings later I was by myself in the house, my husband was working late.  I was sitting in the recliner in the living room and it was facing the stairwell. All of a sudden I heard a dog’s toe nails bounding down our wooden staircase and I saw a small silky haired dog hit the landing and head for the kitchen. I felt like I was in a trance and I followed it to the kitchen as if to let it outside but it was gone.  I stood in the kitchen in disbelief but not afraid just mystified as to what was going on.

One morning my husband had left for work early and left me to sleep in. I awoke to the pain of a dog or something on my feet scratching and digging at them. I sat up in bed and the feeling stopped. I laid back down for a few minutes and it felt like something bumping my bed like a dog would do when it wants out.  For some reason I felt like I should go get the hat and put it outside and I did. I went into the guest room and opened the cupboard and removed the old hat and promptly marched it down the steps and out the back kitchen door. I laid it on a chair that we have on the back porch. I stood there for a moment with the screen door open, not saying it out loud but saying it in my mind that the dog should go out to.  As I stood there I could hear a dog whining, it almost sounded like a puppy. I could hear it whining but I could not tell from where other than it was outside now. I quickly closed the door and went back inside. Later my husband carried the hat to the trash. I felt bad about putting the hat in the trash, almost disrespectful but I knew I could not give it to someone else and that I did not want it back. I have often thought maybe we should have put it on Ebay, I am sure there are plenty that would have loved to have it!

I have thought and thought about this experience and tried to come up with a reasonable explanation but I can’t. I know the items had come from a recent estate auction which meant someone had passed on and their possessions were now up for sale. I have heard of dogs mourning themselves to death after their master died, my own Mother’s dog had almost done it.  I am a Christian but I know there are many things we won’t understand until we leave this life.  I never felt threatened by this incident but more uncomfortable with it.  I guess the only thing I can say about this “haunting” is that it was a man and his dog who were  inseparable… They were together in this life and the life after. One thing it gives me hope that dogs that once were in my care I may get to be with again someday.

This is not the only strange experience I have had in my lifetime that just can’t be explained, this is just the most recent.

Sent in by Gwen, Copyright 2008

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The summer between fourth and fifth grade, my mom remarried and my mom, step dad, my brother and I moved into a small two bedroom house in a place in Florida called Wilton Manors. I got the back bedroom, my mom and her husband got the front room and we converted the den into a room for my brother.

Well the way my room was set up was when you walked into my room from the living room the bathroom was across my room and straight in front of you and the room was off to the right. I slept in a bunk bed that me and my brother use to share and had it parallel to the back window. I slept in the top bunk and could look out my window to the backyard. I left the bathroom light on most of the time and my mom would turn it off when I was asleep… I was afraid of the dark… so I could see the reflection of my room behind me when I would look out the window and could see who’s behind me. I tell you this so you get an idea how my room was set up.

Now this house always gave me the creeps. Especially my bathroom. It had one of those showers that had no tub but it was set up for wheelchair access. It was creepy and I hated going into that bathroom…especially at night.

It started small. I would feel someone lean over my shoulder when I would sit in my room and no one would be there. Even my mom noticed..of course she never told me ’til I was older. She didn’t wanna freak me out. It always felt like someone was watching you in that house.

Now my first real experience happened while I laid awake one night completely awake…I’ve always been kinda an insomniac. I was layin’ on my back staring at the ceiling. All of a sudden it felt like someone put grabbed my leg and pulled me down about a foot further from the head of my bed than I was laying. I thought it was my brother so I checked the bottom bunk…remember I slept on the top bunk and my brother slept in his own room. But no one was there… ODD I thought Must be my imagination.

Well the feelings of being watched continued. One night I lay in bed waiting for my parents to tuck my in. I was looking out the back window but my bathroom light was on so I could see the reflection of my room behind me. Then I saw what I thought was my step father…It looked like him and everything… walk in behind me and put his hands over my bunk like he was gonna give me a hug good night…The top bunk was up to his shoulders. I turned around to hug him back and no one was there…but I know I saw someone in the reflection of my window about to grab me. I checked the bottom bunk and it was empty. A few minutes later my step dad showed up and said he was with my mom and brother in the living room until just then…ODD I thought Must be my imagination.

Well the most visual sight I had of my ghost was one night when my mom and her husband were having dinner in the dining room and I lie awake in my room with the lights off. I was comfortable with the fact they were close and the light from the dining room was illuminating my room so I had my bedroom and bathroom light off. Now remember you can walk straight from my bathroom to the dining room through my room without turning. I had been staring at my room for a good half hour listening to my “parents” dine. Just then I saw a man walk from my bathroom through my room into the dining room plain as day…it looked like my step dad. So I said “dad”…”Yeah” he replied…”Did you just come outta the bathroom” I asked…”No” he said…”Mom someone just came outta the bathroom someone’s in the house.”

She checked my bathroom and told me my step dad had been with her the whole time and never went to the bathroom. I swore to her that I saw someone and I slept in my brother’s room that night. It was freaky. The guy was plain as day. I even heard the rustle of his pants while he was walking. My mom said it was dream maybe and not to worry about it.

Well years later I was talking to my mom about it and she said that she saw him too but didn’t wanna tell me cause she knew it would scare me. …So I wasn’t the only witness.

I also asked my landlord some years later about the room and the bathroom…and he told me the guy that lived there before us had died in the bathroom.

Now the spirit didn’t seem evil but I know he was there…He was just kinda hanging out. I guess he liked that room. It’s been years since I lived in that house but sometimes I’m tempted to stop by and ask the current residence if they’re ever saw anything…maybe I will one day.

Sent in by Jennifer, Copyright 2008

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The house I grew up in was built in the 1920’s and the haunting did not start until we remodeled the entire two bedroom house.

My first experience came on a night on which my mother was sleeping on the couch to get away from my father’s snoring. My bedroom, which I then shared with only one younger sister, had a door that lead right into the living room On this particular night the door was closed.

I slept soundly but awoke suddenly in the middle of the night for reasons I couldn’t explain. I sat up in bed, fully awake, and looked around the darkened room. My bed was opposite the closet on the other side of the room, which was about three feet away (small room, I know). Standing in front of the closet door was a hooded apparition, wearing a brown cloak that I can best describe as a monk’s attire. I could not see a face. The being raised its right arm twice to point out the bedroom’s only window, and then turned and fled THROUGH the bedroom door.

I did not feel frightened during the experience, merely puzzled. I waited up a few minutes to see if the being would return, but it didn’t.

The following night, the same scenario happened in exactly the same way. And then never again after that. Still, strange voices in the middle of the night occurred along with footsteps that followed me up the basement stairwell and, when I stopped walking, they continued after me. My sister heard voices summon her to various parts of the house for reasons unknown.

We found out years later from a friend from church, who grew up in the house next door, that his aunt and uncle had lived in our house. His uncle had actually died in the house what was now our living room. Since finding that out, I was a little more at ease with the spirits in our home even if they made me feel like I was always being watched. I couldn’t even shower without peeking out of the curtain several times with the idea that someone was in the room with me.

We’ve since moved from the area but the house still stands and is occupied, and I often wonder if the ghost of John Zane still haunts his old home.

Sent in by Ashlee, Copyright 2008

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Hi everyone. This is my latest experience and has been occurring to me for the past three days and with all honesty, left me scared. I have no idea what this experience means and despite how ludicrous and inane it may seem, it has occurred to me and has made a significant impact on my personality and well-being.

I first noted something suspicious when my mum, my brother, my grandmother and my grandfather (both on my dad’s side) and I visited my dad’s grave on the 19th. This is a customary tradition my family has upheld ever since the untimely death of my dad. Anyway, after we finished paying our respects to him, we placed beside his tombstone, a bouquet of flowers. Almost immediately, I felt a cold rush of wind hit my face and I stumbled back and fell down. I was carrying my brother so he fell alongside me and twisted his ankle. This was how powerful the wind was…. (the forecast for that day where I lived was fine with calm winds).

I felt a strange numbness and I began to feel a prickly tingling hotness that lasted for a while and almost immediately I felt strange thoughts creep into my mind. Thoughts of immense hatred and inexplicable rage. I felt an insatiable, voracious lust to hurt my loved ones and myself. It was horrible and so compelling, but fortunately only lasted for minutes at the most, but would inevitably return again. I heard voices in my head too; faint whispers but audible at times. This has never occurred to me. These voices almost implore me to act malevolently and to aspire to sin.

But despite these small occurrences, the worst ones have occurred at night, for the past two days. At exactly around 2:57 am (around the time, when the police officers said they found my dad’s body) I’d wake to see a leering, grotesque creature stand alongside my bed. I’d feel paralyzed. The creatures were spindly and thin and had pointed ears and oval eyes and serrated teeth with blood stains on them. They almost seemed, like something out of a movie. The bodies intermingled with the darkness,yet their outlines were clearly visible and they had red eyes. These demons would give a raucous screech, like a witch cackling. I’d feel a strange current running through me and I’d be paralyzed, unable to move.

These creatures repeatedly touched my genital areas and (forgive me for the next few vulgar descriptions) started to rub my innate part and play with it. I believe they were female because of their cackle and curved (albeit spindly) figures and they had the outlines of female mammary glands too and a loin cloth over their genitals. These creatures would constantly scratch me and I’d wake with blood on my bed, open wounds and semen on my mattress. I tried praying to god, in my head, but every time I did they’d laugh and say ‘He can’t hear you. He doesn’t want you. You are nothing to him.’

These experiences lasted for, at the most 10 minutes, but they seemed like eternity. In the end, a white figure would appear at my bed and they’d let out an ear-splitting scream and would depart. I’m not all that knowledgeable in the field of demonology but I believe they are succubus. I’ve tried everything to make them disappear, but my attempts have been redundant. I blessed my room with holy water and have slept with a bible underneath and have clutched statues and pictures of Jesus and the blessed virgin Mary, and they’ve only been occurring for two nights.

I’ve started to become more cruel and irrespective of others, particularly my best friend, whom I’ve been behaving in an ill, foul manner towards. She’s a girl and is really pretty and I said awful things to her which she didn’t expect from me, and she’s upset at me. My mum is angry at me, my brother is reluctant to talk to me. Only my grandparents suspect something supernatural, but they are reluctant to say it to me.

I got into a fight with a boy at school and I ended up breaking his nose and giving him a black eye and in return have suffered several bruises on my waist, which accumulated with the pain of the wounds, have left me unable to jump. (I can jump, but a searing hotness subsequently follows as my waist and mid-section is elevated).

I really need help with this, because I don’t want to be a bad person or do something I’d regret. I haven’t touched the computer since this experience has occurred. Even as I’m typing this I feel trepidation envelope me and feel as though I’m being penetrated by some unseen eyes.  With sincerity Alpha

Sent in by Alpha, Copyright 2008

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I grew up in the country you could call it. I lived 15 minutes from a small city. My house was a very ancient house. My father had notes and old pictures from the people who have passed through our house. These consisting of two suicide notes and random letters. He always kept these things low key with me and my brother, who is three years older than me, growing up.

I lived in an interesting place. There were two houses behind me where my best friends lived and someone next door who we were very close to. They were my family and long time friends until this day and what we’ve been through amounts to so much from what we’ve witnessed. We used to sleep over at each other’s  houses all the time, even on school nights because everyone had the same bus stop. The major hang out place was my house because it was the biggest out of all of them.

We have an eerie basement. We used to snoop around a lot and we stumbled upon an envelope marked “House Stuff” in my father’s handwriting. Naturally curious we opened it and pulled out the documents and photos. I was eight, my other friend was three years older, one was six months older, one was the same age, and one was a year younger than me. I held it and started reading the first note out loud to everyone hovering around me. I will never forget what the note said: “Dear mommy and daddy I’m sorry I cause you two to fight so much and I’m going to rid you of my burden. Just please stop hitting mommy daddy.”

My heart sank so much I felt like it didn’t exist anymore. The handwriting looked sloppy as if it was a young kid’s. All of our mouths dropped and we started looking at each other. I sighed and put it down and picked up another letter. This writing was easier to make out and neater: “To anyone who reads this I killed them. I killed all of them. no longer alive. no longer a burden. it told me to. I’m not insane I promise. it told me I had to or I would die and they would all go to hell.”

I screamed and I dropped it refusing to read anymore of that. I started crying I no longer wanted to live there. My friends consoled me and tried to calm me down by saying how do we know any of this is true? Isn’t it weird that crucial evidence in any kind of murder scene would be left here? Than again before any sort of revolution occurred it was the back country, middle of no where.

I asked for all of them to sleep over that night for the sake I was frightened to be there alone. There’s three bedrooms upstairs, mine, my brothers, and a back room that’s made for a young child. Well of course my mind clicked that the kid’s room was where they had killed themselves. I couldn’t sleep. Everyone passed out but the oldest of the group and her and I were up playing a card game talking.

I was starting to ease a bit until I looked over her shoulder into the mirror and in the shadows was a pale face. I instantly screamed and told her to look around. When she did nothing was there anymore and she shrugged, until the door flew open. I always shut and lock my door. We thought maybe someone from downstairs was joking with us so we slowly walked out into the hallway.

Something felt strange. A depressing, sad, pressure came over me where I felt straight exhausted suddenly. My friend felt the same thing. There also seemed like something else was in the hallway with us and it was extremely humid but I had goosebumps everywhere. My breathing started getting heavy and I couldn’t catch my breath suddenly and I leaned up against a wall. Complaining to my friend I felt sick and just give me a second because I thought I could be having a headrush. I looked around me and noticed the back room door was opened and was hanging back and forth.

That’s the instant I fell to the ground. Laying there in the middle of the hallway everything physical felt very close but there was a humming noise and I couldn’t hear anything. I felt a great pressure on my chest like something was trying to break my chest plate. Everything around me was gone and all I could see was into the back bedroom and the walkway in the hallway I was laying under. As the door swung back slowly I saw something I will never forget. A small boy dangling from a noose from the ceiling. It was a tiny room but this kid wasn’t very big. There was a mirror behind me and while his body slowly turned I saw his reflection. His reflection smiled at me and held out his hand as if I were to go to him and grab it. I tried screaming, I tried running, but nothing happened. Everything hurt and felt suffocated and restrained. I blinked and the boy was right in my face. I then realized I was no longer in my own body but he was merging with me.

After he collided with me I woke up to my friend violently shaking me screaming and crying. She said I was hardly breathing and not responsive to anything and my heart rate got terribly low. All my friends were still down stairs and we decided not to mention it, they wouldn’t believe me. Still from that day I feel paranoid and anxious in my house. I don’t feel safe one bit. I sometimes have horrible nightmares of me dying, my friends dying. For some reason if I stay upstairs in my room too long which is next door to the back bedroom I get horribly depressed. I have outbursts where I cant control what I say or do and I end up having to apologize to my family. Every time there’s shadows in my house I feel like something is watching me, I must turn on the light no matter where I go for I fear if they’re off too long it will happen again for I get the same weird feeling and pressure on my back. My friend who witnessed this is still my best friend to this day even while she’s in college and every now and then I will tell her about some weird thing happening. I feel I will forever be cursed and never the same again.

Sent in by Kc Felicjan, Copyright 2008

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I have always been fascinated by the supernatural, and yet with all my fascination I have only had one experience.

To tell you about myself, I grew up the only son of a pastor.  We moved about every two years, so I lived in several houses growing up. The house we lived in when I was 11 years old was left to my mother in my grandfather’s will.  He had received the house from his third wife in her will, as she had no children to leave it to.  Her and her late first husband had built the house sometime in the 30’s or 40’s.

Before we moved in to the house, we redid the flooring, as it was very soft in some spots.  While doing so we discovered dozens of jars filled with canned vegetables from decades ago.  We though this was odd.  After the repairs we moved into the house about six months after my grandfather had died.

I never really felt comfortable in that house, for one it was very small, but mostly there was just an unsettling feeling that you weren’t alone.  I can even remember my mom saying on several occasions that she did not feel comfortable there.

The night of my experience my little cousin was staying the night, she was about nine at the time.  She slept in my bed while I slept on a pallet on the floor.  About midnight she woke me up making noise on her way to the bathroom.  As I lay there awake I looked toward my bedroom door first only noticing the faint glow from the bathroom doorway.  Then as I looked, the faint figure of a man formed in my doorway.  I couldn’t make out any features except for the arms legs and head, it was just the figure of this shadowy h.appy- haha. tall man.  It sent instant fear into my 11 year old heart, I didn’t know what to do but cover up my head and hope it would go away, I never again slept in that house without covers over my head.

We didn’t stay in that house much more than two months before we sold the house and moved to a neighboring town.

Years later I told this story to my dad who in turn said that on several occasions he would wake up and see someone walk across the living room or see someone standing over his desk (which was in their bedroom).  I couldn’t say who the ghost was or why they were there I just know that we never truly felt comfortable or alone in that house.

My wife and I now live about one block away on the same street, sometimes I look out my kitchen window, see that house and wonder if the people living there now have the same uneasy feelings or sightings that my family and I have had.

Written by Chris Kinder, Copyright 2009

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This is not by me its by Melissa A. L, Copyright 2009.I was about 14 years old and living with my family in the small suburban town of Wappinger’s Falls, New York. I was a rebellious, angry, and sick teenager as I had bipolar disorder but didn’t know it.

My family life was horrible, stressful, and dysfunctional. My school life was a source of ultimate misery for me. I wasn’t well received or liked by most of my peers, I was chastised nearly every day, it was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate on school work and it seemed so unfair that I had no escape.

There was no emotional rest either at home or at school. I did have a small group of friend’s though and though my parents thought they were a bad influence, the time that I spent with them meant the world to me. It was my only reprieve from the dark state of my life. (I think this background info is important because I believe a person’s mental state has a lot to do with the attraction of entities).

Collectively, my friends and I were people that most would consider “freaks”, “odd”, “social misfits”. But we had good times smoking pot and educating ourselves in the paranormal. It wasn’t long before we began using the Ouija board and at first it just seemed like a fun game and we all knew that one of us was always moving the planchette.

One day, however, I decided to make a Ouija board, as I didn’t have one of my own and use it with my sister after school.  (We were latch key kids and were always alone and bored for a few hours until my mom got home).  So with a piece of cardboard, a marker, and a round clear cover of a roll of film, I’d made my makeshift Ouija board and planchette.  Almost immediately, it started moving and the spirit seemed to be a prankster. He would have funny answers to our questions and made us laugh. Then something so weird happened. With only two fingers each on the planchette it rose very forcefully and very quickly off the board. We were pulled to our feet and ended up on the same side with our fingers still only on the top of the planchette. In one sweeping motion, it seemed, it rose and pulled us out of the room, up the stairs, down the hall, into the bathroom, back out of the bathroom, back down the hall, back down the stairs, and back into the room where it came to rest on the Ouija board again.

We were shocked and we knew that neither of us could have possibly made it happen as just the fact that we were on the same side and our fingers were only on the top of the planchette, defied the laws of physics (unless of course we had glued it to our fingers which we obviously didn’t). Though it was weird and creepy, we weren’t TOO scared because the spirit still had seemed benevolent and funny (when it pulled us into the bathroom, it had almost dipped our hands into the toilet which made us laugh). Still we were pretty shaken up and decided to stop playing. I ripped up my cardboard Ouija board and threw it in the garbage. I would say that this was the defining moment. The moment that it entered the house and our lives but looking back, some weird things had happened even before that.

One day, weeks prior, I’d brought a book about witchcraft home from the library. I’d been reading it for a little while. I distinctly remember hiding it in an empty flower pot so that my mom wouldn’t find it and get mad at me, but then when I went to get it later, it was just gone. I’d asked everyone in the house about it and no one knew what I was talking about. I never found the book again.

Another day, I woke up in the morning with a key in my hand. It was odd because I knew it wasn’t in my bed when I had gone to sleep and furthermore it wasn’t my key or anyone else’s in the house. I found it to be strange and I set about trying it on every door of the house and the cars and it didn’t open anything. Didn’t even fit into the key holes. I felt very weird about this and I had just saved it for some reason. I put it in a jewelry box that I had with a secret compartment.

Some time later, things started happening. My mom had found pieces of the cardboard Ouija board I’d made in various parts of the house. I don’t know how as I had thrown it in the garbage.

Another day I was in the kitchen with my sister after school. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard so that I could pour myself a drink and then suddenly it just exploded. I hadn’t hit it against anything. It was in perfect tact when I had taken it out of the cupboard and furthermore it hadn’t broken but EXPLODED. Chunks of it shot all over the place, as far as about 15 feet away into the next room.

At around this time, I began to feel like I was being watched. I’d begun to have nightmares of evil in the house. One of them was that I was trying to say the Lord’s Prayer, to get these evil entities out of my house but I was too scared to say the words because with every line of it that I managed to say, these rottweiler dogs were barking viciously right into my face and they were getting angrier and angrier and I was sure that they were going to attack me so I couldn’t finish it. I’d wake up in cold sweats from these dreams.

One time when I was in bed, I was trying to go to sleep but was still awake. Suddenly it felt like someone was either sitting or pressing upon my chest with great force and I couldn’t breathe. It lasted for a few moments and then it stopped but I was shaken. So scared that I was too afraid to even move or cry out for help.  Yet another time when I was sleeping, I’d woke up from yet another nightmare about the presence in my house. I was so terrified from it when I’d woken up that I tried to scream but my whole body was paralyzed and it was several minutes before I regained the use of my limbs. I had wanted to scream but I couldn’t make a sound and I had to pry my mouth open with my hands. I was 14 but I had slept with my mom that night because of how frightened I’d been.

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