Thanks for all the good stories you have put up and thanks for letting us tell them it’s not good that it happens to other people but it makes me feel not so crazy.
I was 13 when me and my family moved into an old 2 story house in town.
The first time we pulled up at the house I got a bad feeling I didn’t know why, the house looked very nice and was a lot bigger than where we had come from, we were all excited about having our own bedrooms.
From the time we moved in I felt like I was always being watched, sometimes it would feel like someone was standing right behind me, sometimes I even felt the breath on the back of my neck it scared to hell out of me.
There were lots of things that happened in this house, at night when I went to bed I would hear like someone scratching on the walls but it sounded like it was coming from inside the walls, other times I would hear someone whispering my name over and over, so I’d put my headphones on and turn my music up.
I didn’t say anything cause I knew they would all think I was crazy but one night I woke up about 3am to see the blankets being pulled off my bed but there was no one there, I can’t even say how scared I was I grabbed the blankets and pulled them over my head then I started hearing my name being whispered and then laughing not a happy laugh but a real evil laugh, headphones on again and I didn’t go back to sleep for the rest of the night.
So one morning a few weeks later I woke up after a really bad night and my stomach was really sore it felt like it was on fire and when I pulled my shirt up to see what was up I had 3 long bleeding scratches across the middle of it, scratches like animal claws would do.
I went in and showed my Mom and told her what had been going on, I was surprised when she said she believed me cause some of the stuff had been happening to her as well but she didn’t say anything cause she knew it would frighten us and she had no idea it was happening to anyone else.
So Mom asked everyone else if they had had any sort of experience’s like ours, but it was only Mom and I but she knew she had to try and stop it.
She looked on line and found some paranormal investigators near us and they came over to see if they could find out what was happening, they had a psychic medium with them and as soon as he came in the house he didn’t say anything and went straight down into the basement.
The others set up a stack of equipment all around the house and started walking around with recording devices video recorders and headphones asking questions, so by the end of the night Jim had found out that we had some sort of demon spirit and said he thought he could help us.
So a couple of nights later they came back and said they had found out some things that happened in our house a long time ago like over 100 years ago, the family that lived there had slaves that worked for them and the father was big and strong and really mean. He used to beat the slaves and had hung 1 of them in the basement, and it was him that was doing all this bad stuff to Mom and I, he believed the house was still his and didn’t want us there but while we were there he treated us like he owned us.
The paranormal investigators tried to get rid of him and things did get better for a while but a few months later he was back and worse than ever and we were all getting attacked, more scratches and one of my brothers was pushed down the stairs when no one else was in the house.
Then Dad got a job in another town and we had to move, we were all so happy the day we left that house, things had been so bad for so long, now I don’t hate coming home from school anymore.
I think if we had stayed he would have killed one of us.