Not much of this paranormal experience is in the realm of PG (I will hint it at tho) and since this happened like almost a 1 year ago (maybe 8 months ago idk), I might not be able to remember much that actually is appropriate considering those aren’t what made this story memorable. So basically this is the story of our meeting and the demon doing normal ghost things.
So basically the gist is that there was a demon in my house (or multiple, still haven’t been able to determine that). It had been there for all of my life up until about 1 year ago and I hadn’t known until I was in middle school cause before I didn’t know anything about ghosts or spirits except for the fact they existed. I didn’t know what it felt like or looked like. During my middle school days is when he got active. With further research 2 months ago, I found out the reason the demon was more active then than ever was because they’re attracted to and feed off of negative energy and I was really depressed then. Before this time, I hadn’t even seen him, only felt his presence. He watched me and followed me all the time but one night he decided he wanted to meet me face to face. I was watching TV and the light over the kitchen table started flickering. I heard a sound from the hallway next to the stairs but nothing go down or up them. I walked over cautiously to say what that sound could’ve been cause It could’ve been my dog (small dog) walking around. At the end of the hallway was a tall, dark shadowy figure. We stared at each other for a moment and then he walked away towards the stairs. The light stopped flickering and I just went back to watching TV for some reason, I guess I thought it was gone. Later that night, after taking a shower, I looked both ways cause I guess I still felt him there. I looked to my right and saw him again but this time he was much closer to me (about 10ft away from me). I got a really good look at him. He wasn’t like a dark blob but actually had a distinct figure, and a door behind him helped me figure that he was about 7ft tall. (Research from 2 months ago pointed out that that’s no good). After a couple seconds, he walked into my then room a.k.a the Pink Room. During both encounters, I didn’t feel scared at all, just extreme curious.
So for the next 5 years, he was only messing with me and family didn’t even know he existed. I didn’t say anything to them and was really wondering how they couldn’t feel him when his presence was so strong. But then again his activity only occurred if I was by myself. Being home alone and hearing him pacing on the 2nd floor became annoying after it became difficult for me to block it out. Sometimes I’d go up there to where the noise was coming from and it would stop immediately. But some times, he would sit next to me in the recliner (one time he sat on the couch and pat me) and we’d watch TV together. Even THAT part sounds really crazy to me but it happened a lot, almost on a daily basis. (I think about it everyday) The weird thing about him though was that whenever I wore a specific striped hoodie, he’d either tug the back of it or push me. I even tested this with other striped hoodie but nothing happened. He did normal ghost stuff like knocking on walls or doors, trying to open a closed door, lurking, making light over the kitchen table flicker like crazy, blowing bulbs, scaring the dog, talking with the purpose of trying to spook me, pushing my chair while I was trying to draw (cheeky bastard thought that was funny) and worst of all, watching me or disturbing me while I slept. Things did go bump in the night and at first, it dud scare me but then I got annoyed by it and told him to shut up. He only either poked or stroked my back or side when I tried drifting off to sleep and sat at the end of the bed. Only during the day did he speak. At first, it was calling me at random points, then it was “hey”(to which I responded to with a confused “hello?”), then it was just sighing. When I was leaving to go shopping with my family, he asked me where I was going to which I responded “out”. His third sighting happened when I was laying almost upside down on the my bed, watching a paranormal video on YouTube trying to educate myself on beings like him and in the corner of my eye, I just see this huge dark mass coming towards me. I got up to look but it was gone. Sometimes I think about what would have happened if I didn’t move.
When I was 14 and 15, we did have our “encounters” in between the moments stated. This is where his energy went from feeling observant, curious, and friendly to a hungry predator stalking its prey. Making the darkness feel and look like an actually mass. It felt different from being in the light and I felt so scared if I was in dark for even a second but sometimes I wanted to stay. His influence over me was already so powerful (10 years of it) that I could shut off any part of my brain telling me to back away. He sapped away my energy so I was always tired, no matter much sleep I had gotten, and with the way things were going, even taking a nap wasn’t a good idea. Nightmares became normal for me and with his having so much energy, he could take control over me in said nightmares. I think about them a lot and I’m just bewildered by it. (I’m not gonna go any deeper into this period as stated above but I’m 100% positive you get the picture based off context clues. There were two major cases and many minor cases where such experiences took place while I was awake. IDK unless you wanna hear about one or something, which is fine).
I did, however, challenge him in one of those nightmares.
My friends and family and I were running away from him in a maze. The deal was that if we could escape before morning, we could leave without any resistance and he wouldn’t go about messing with them IRL. So we had made it through the maze and was turning the lights off to go and my dad was telling me to come quickly and not to turn around. I looked down the hallways and saw HIM standing down there. This time he had red eyes and was very angry but so was I. I walked to the center of my side of the hallway and yelled “Come on! Let’s go! I’m not afraid of you!”. For split second, I could see he was shocked but then I blinked and he was mere inches from my face. I woke up, out of breath and not sure if I had won. His activity stopped for a week but he came back livid but that experience goes under the X-rated category and even thinking about that one makes my checks fire up and cover my face in embarrassment and then I wanna curl up and screech for the next few minutes. Other times, it makes me upset and I mutter “that fucking patronizing bastard” over and over again until I’m over it. And that’s pretty much it on the story bit
Something that I realized I while ago that for all those years I wasn’t scared of the dark, I was scared of what was in the dark. All those times my parents said “there’s nothing in there. Look.” and I would say “Yes there is. It feels like there is.” I was actually right and they didn’t believe me cause I was between the age of 5 and 15. At 5, it’s “just your imagination”. At 15, “you need to grow up” and “you don’t need a nightlight”. (Also I realized while typing this that he harvested me like a damn fruit tree. The nerve of this guy I tell ya…)Even though he’s probably gone now [I think I don’t know for sure cause he’s had dormant periods before where I don’t feel anything but they were only for 1 week to 4 months. I haven’t been depressed in a long time so even if he were still here, he doesn’t have a source of energy. But if depression isn’t feeding him then my fear surely is] and I’ve since changed rooms into what I call the Blue Room or the Sky, I still hate looking into the dark and since my favorite aunt just died and the mood’s been very negative around here even before then, I’m wonder if he’ll come back. A part of me longs for him to come back but the other part is terrified of his return. Still got a nightlight and taking note of anything suspicious, just in case. I think about this everyday like “damn…. that really happened… Holy guacamole….”
Okay so I’ve learned to live with this but it’s nowhere near less terrifying.
When I was very little (before I could speak) I used to cry a lot. Pretty normal, right? Only, when in our apartment, I would only cry in my bedroom. I didn’t cry because I didn’t want to sleep alone, it was EVERY SINGLE TIME that I was in that room. I would refuse to go anywhere near my room, only going when either my mother, father or sister was carrying me while showing me that “There are no monsters in the closet or under the bed”. Still, I always cried in that room – otherwise I almost never cried.
Fast forward to when I learned how to speak. I was nine months old (I talked from an early age) and immediately, I would say “old woman, old woman, old woman” and point at my room. My family never understood what I meant or wanted.
Anyway, my family has moved a lot, I don’t even know why but we have moved a total of nine times, and every time there would be a certain spot in the house or the apartment that terrified me and that I refused to be at. My best friend now once told me her deepest secret, and you are going to die laughing when I tell you this, but she, her mother and old relatives can “see ghosts”. (Every third child born of the third child) and I wouldn’t believe her unless she could prove it. She did. I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say. She described my brother who died a few years before I was born, I had NEVER mentioned him before and she knew every single detail about him down to the mole on his neck. She told me of my aunt who had died forty years ago, when my own mother was only a year old. My mom is the eldest child, her sister was the second, so she was too young to remember her. No one besides my grandparents know about her, I only knew because my cousin and I once eavesdropped on them, but we never told anyone. Later, a few weeks after my great grandmother died, she told me she had seen an old woman around me. I had failed to mention that my great grandmother had died. She was over 110 years old and lived in my country (Kurdistan, the Middle East). My friend described her in such a detailed way that I couldn’t see her for weeks because I was so scared.
A few months before I turned fifteen, my baby sister was born. When my sister learned how to speak she would say “dark lady” a lot. One day I asked her “Who is the dark lady?” and she said “the dark lady is old and scary. She has a black dress on. I can’t see her face. She’s scary.” I choked. Those were the exact same words I had used to describe the “old woman” as a kid. I won’t lie, I got light headed and thought I would pass out.
Remember my friend? The one who can f**king see ghosts? We were going to hang out once. I told her I had to watch my sister while my parents went to a meeting for an hour or so and that she could come over until they come home. She reluctantly did so. When she came over, I asked her what was wrong. Her answer? “I . . . I don’t like it here.” I asked her “Why?” and she said “It’s just . . . You remember what I told you? About what I can . . . see? Dude there this freaky looking old bitch in your house and she just so fucking angry all the time. She fucking terrifies me. That’s why I’m always in a rush to get out of your house. It was the same in your old house.” I freaked. I thought about the times she had left the house, the rush she had always been in.
I kid you the f**k not, at that exact moment, my sister, almost three years old now, let out the loudest shriek of cry I have ever heard a kid let out. She started screaming my name and ran to me, saying that the “old woman” was angry. I wondered why she went from calling her “dark lady” to “old woman” because I had been the one who had called her “old woman” as a kid. I grabbed my sister, then my friend went so fucking pale I thought she’d faint then and there. She said “She’s so f**king angry . . .”
When my parents came home I kept screaming that we need to move again. I couldn’t stay in that house. They wouldn’t listen until my baby sister said that she doesn’t want to be home because of an angry old woman that scared her. They were pissed, thinking I had scared my sister. I called my older sister and told her everything (I didn’t tell her about my friend, I promised her I wouldn’t) and she went dead silent for the longest time. She hung up, called my mom, and told her that there is no way I could have kept up a lie about some old bitch for seventeen years.
We moved again. My little sister hasn’t seen anything yet, she hasn’t said anything about the woman, but things keep happening. I find things in places where I haven’t left them. I wanted to test and see if someone was pranking me two months ago so I put and old photo of me when I was around four or five years old up on my highest shelf and put a small box over it. Two days later I found that same picture on the floor in the hallway and a spot on the lower left corner was blurry (I don’t know how else to describe it) and I was so scared I burned the picture out in the backyard.
I’m f**king terrified. I don’t know what to do with this old f**king bitch. My friend told me that it can’t be a coincidence that my sister says what I used to say. I’m eighteen now and this started when I was only a few months old. Whatever and whomever this woman is, she’s been following my family for a long time. The few people that know about this don’t believe me. They think it’s fake because I’ve always had a lively imagination. But it’s not fake, I know it. I never mentioned this to my little sister, no one has, and I don’t know why she says the same as I used to say.
That’s my story. I hope it gives other people the courage to tell their stories because a lot of people won’t in fear of being laughed at and called crazy.
Ashleigh (IG @ash.armour):
I live in Australia in classic suburbia and my house is only 10 years old so there’s not really any reason why these things should be happening.
I started to notice about a few years ago when I received a locket of a family friend that weird things started happening. I was about 10 years old at the time and fascinated with old things. She said that her family owned an estate in rural New South Wales and they were going to demolish the property so they went through and cleaned everything out which is how she found this necklace. The house was built in the 1800’s and owned by a husband and wife who had a young daughter and twin babies. In this locket, there’s a picture of the young girl and the babies. The story around this family is that the young daughter was jealous of the attention the babies were receiving from their parents so In a fit of rage when they were crying she strangled one of the babies and upon being interrupted by a maid threw the other over the railing of the staircase and he obviously hit the ground and passed away. The parents locked her in the basement and allegedly she starved to death down there as the parents committed suicide. I have no idea if this is all true but I have started calling the young girl Annabell. As I said I was 10 when I was given the necklace, I have always been a very clean person and haven’t had a history of sleepwalking. I used to come home from school and a lot of toys in my room would be out of their allocated spots on the floor, this continued on for about a year before I started seeing a young girl in the corner of my vision. She was always dressed the same and was about my age at the time so I started to talk to her being the psyco that I am. I remember getting very frustrated that she kept leaving my toys out so I got mad at her and I would always have something negative happen to me, I would get pushed or bitten. Then one night something fell off a shelf and I remember saying “go away I’m trying to go to sleep, I don’t want you here anymore” I went to sleep after that and in the middle of the night I woke up and felt like something was crushing me. I screamed out for my mother and it stopped. She never believed me that someone was choking me until I had bruises turn up on my neck the next morning. I live in my own place and leave her be now. I have some toys in my house for her and I guess she plays with those now.
I have an old telescope which I believe belongs to a man named Robert he doesn’t do anything around the house, I have a friend who has some EVP machines and a white noise machine and I believe that he is the one that mainly speaks through everything. I’ve only ever made contact with Annabell once, the first time I called on her I said “I know that there’s a little girl that lives with me, and she likes to make a mess. Do you want to speak to us?” And as clear as day a giggle came through the speaker and then a male voice said no. At that point, I only had the necklace and the telescope so I know that it was probably Annabell and Robert.
I have a cabinet where I have old porcelain dolls and there’s one I notice moves positions from time to time it’s this old handmade thing that I bought from a vintage store I’m thinking of returning it because I believe it gives me sleep paralysis. I’ve only just recently purchased it which is why I believe this is happening. I’ve also been incredibly sick since I purchased the doll and it started the day I brought it home, when I leave the house I feel monumentally better however when I return home I feel incredibly heavy and depressed, I have vomiting fits and huge migraines which end up with me needing to be taken to hospital. I’ve even had a few seizures which I don’t have a history of ever happening. Sometimes when I go near the doll to fix its positions my nose begins to bleed, so I believe that the doll is probably causing all my health issues and it may be best to pass it on to someone to have it destroyed or kept in a secure place.
I have more objects that I think have something attached to them if you need more content.
At my stepmother’s house, we believe that her mother haunts the house. Nothing really happens but around birthdays and holidays things really amp up. It’s not malicious but sometimes we hear her voice in the house. a family friend also told us recently that he had had a heart attack and she was standing at the end of his bed cussing him out telling him he shouldn’t be a dickhead and die. That was the type of woman she was. As I said, around special occasions activity in the house really amps up – almost always my step sister and I will wake up to something pulling and ticking our feet (Nanna Linda used to do this to wake my stepmother and her sisters up in the morning for school). Sometimes we’ll get touched on the shoulders and necks. We also have a tape somewhere of one of the kids’ birthdays were in the background you can clearly hear her voice say “wow that looks like a nice cake”
We also believe that there is someone else in the house. My step sister started seeing it before I was around and she always described it to me as a big black mass that used to watch her sleep. About 4 years after I came along I finally experienced it for myself. She woke me up in the middle of the night and said “Ashleigh please tell me you see him too!” I looked towards the door and the room was dark but there was a mass there that looked like it was darker than the room itself. After that night it seemed like we would always hear someone stomping up and down the hallway when we were home alone. Doors will open and close by themselves, and I hear someone calling my name quite often. I don’t feel like its malicious but I would eventually like to learn who it is.
So you asked for something unexplained and I may have something for you. Here goes.
The house I grew up in in Western New York in a township near Newfane, New York was the oldest house in that area. It was built in the mid 18th century just after the country was founded. Apparently, the family who lived there housed folks who fought in the War of 1812. That area is rich in history with many homes along Lake Ontario aiding in the underground railroad. Anyway, our family and friends had several encounters with apparitions and such as early as the 1970’s. My grandparents bought the home in 1968. But the ones I am aware of took place between 1984 to about 2000.
The first occurrence was a woman who would appear at the foot of my mother’s bed upstairs. My mother’s boyfriend saw her one time and engaged in a conversation, and she did not answer back. She sat there and combed her hair. My mother came upstairs and asked who he was talking to. He stated he was talking to my Grandmother and when he turned she was gone. This happened several times to several people and when my Grandmother finally experienced her she went to our church and got blessed water. Setting it around the house. During this time I was taking a nap during the day in my bed and my mother climbed into my bed with me. My bedroom was across from hers. Anyway, I awoke to the bed shaking. My mother half awake told me to stop it. What’s funny is this trip this Christmas I brought this up to her and told her that it had never been me. You see she played pranks on me when I was young and I had thought it was her. Only it wasn’t. Both of us having had experiences in the home, this didn’t surprise us. But even all these years later it still sends a chill down my spine.
Well the holy water seemed to do the trick as it wasn’t until about 1998 after my grandmother (she died in 1997) had passed did things start back up. In the fall of 98 I was in college and spent the night and a lot of time with my Grandpa in my childhood bedroom. It was a small square room with a good sized closet. The closet had no door, only a hanging sheet of sorts. Hard to describe really but you get the picture. Anyway I awoke to the feeling I was not alone. This was about 6:30am or so, as the sun had just come up. The room was still somewhat dark but the room was still light enough that you could move around and not bump into something. I turned my head to see a silhouette of a man standing in front of the closet. As my eyes adjusted, the shadow rushed towards me. I threw the covers over my head, and I kid you not I could hear my heart pounding. I had never even to this day been so frightened as I was that morning. When I removed the blanket nothing was there. I flew out of the bed and went into my Grandfather’s room and climbed into the spare bed. I look back on it thinking “what the hell was that blanket going to do?” Anyway, I told my Grandfather the next day and he said that it could have been anything. We both dismissed it as that.
About three days later my girlfriend came over to the house. She had free reign of the house and went upstairs. I knew this at the time because I was in the cellar smoking a cigarette. As a closeted smoker to my grandfather, I would go down there to smoke and heard her going up the stairs. Moments later I hear her say “you’re an a**hole” and it’s then I came upstairs. She turns to look at me coming up the stairs and I remember a look of puzzlement and then fear on her face. She quickly turned and screamed “What the f**k?” I asked what was going on? Shaken, she said she had gone upstairs thinking I was playing a video game up there. There in the hallway was a man who’s back was turned to her. Thinking it was me, she asked him what I was doing, and it did not answer. She then called it an a**hole. It was then I came upstairs and diverted her attention and in a flash it was gone. After this she would not go upstairs for a while. When she finally did it was only with someone else.
Finally the last instance with this apparition happened some time after. I’ll be honest: I’m not clear when exactly, just shortly thereafter. My uncle was getting a divorce from his wife and had already taken up with a woman. This is all well and good, but what made me mad was he was using my Grandfather’s house as his love shack. This woman and him spent the night and were sleeping in my mother’s old bedroom. I had come home at about 2:30am from going out with friends. Sitting in the living room I was eating a bowl of cereal watching a Star Trek Voyager rerun. Suddenly I heard the woman scream and wondered what they were doing up there. Hoping she didn’t wake my Granddad, who was stressed about the whole thing. They came down shortly later and the woman says to my uncle “I am not staying here another night!” I turned and asked what the hell was going on. My uncle, perplexed and still half asleep, goes “I don’t know – ask her.” She begins by telling us she awoke to the feeling that someone was standing over her. Thinking it was my uncle, she reached out to touch his beard – only her hand went through this thing’s face. Both my uncle and I had a look of shock on our faces. True to her word, it was the last time we saw her. It was a week later I learned from my mom, after telling all this to her, of all the death that had happened in and around the home.
Supposedly a man had killed himself in the attic at the turn of the century by hanging himself. What added to the sense of horror for me was that in the center of the attic were two wooden support beams and around one was a hemp rope wrapped loosely around it. I am not saying he hung himself there, but really it’s the only spot where you could do it. This had to be that man that had seemed so angry and yet curious about us. Add to that a woman that died of pneumonia in the 1910’s and finally the reason the house went up for sale in 1968. A young girl ran out to her school bus that January and was run over as the bus couldn’t stop in time. Honestly, that freaked me out the most as there was a large maple tree in the front yard with a tire swing that was dilapidated but had been hers. I strongly remember it as a child as I was not allowed to use it. My Grandfather cut it down while I was still very young. Like I said my mom and I discussed this not more than a week ago again. My mother has never lied to me or anyone really. So I believe her when she told me all this. So anyway my Grandfather sold the home in 2004 and the next door neighbor bought it for their grown up child. My mother told me that the woman’s mother told her that the family has experienced things in the house as well very recently. For example, the woman has felt a ghostly cat walking around her legs. So to this day the damn place doesn’t fail to disappoint. I know there were times I would be in my mom’s old bedroom and have a sense of dread and anxiety come over me. I hated that room and I can’t tell you exactly why. So in closing, this is my experience with the unexplained. I haven’t to the best of my knowledge embellished anything. Everything happened as I stated. Honestly, I could go on an on with stories my mom shared this past Christmas that happened to her and my Grandmother in that house before I was born. But you get the general idea.
So the year was 1994, I was 25 yrs old and had recently divorced my first wife. I was going through a very hard time so I decided I’d start attending church again after a long absence.
After a couple weeks I noticed a really cute girl named Tanya but she had a super dorky boyfriend, damn… Anyways, I would say “hi” and occasionally engage in small talk after church. Well one day Tanya’s Mom came to me and asked if I would mind coming to help her move some stuff from their attic to the basement. I immediately thought “f**k no I don’t wanna help, the football game’s on today!” But then I got excited with the thought of getting to see and know Tanya better so I said “yes”. Not from the goodness of my heart but for my own selfish reasons.. and only I knew this.
Now I go over to their house and help with the task they had asked if me, it’s well past dinner time and I live an hour away. I didn’t drive myself there so they suggested I spend the night and she would give me a ride home the following morning. Reluctantly I agreed and they set me up in the living room on the couch. The house was a small farmhouse built in the 1700s. In fact there was a picture of the house in the late 1800s/early 1900s and it was in the middle of a field and that field is now a forest of trees. Yeah it’s an old house. Anyways, I fell asleep rather quickly due to all the work I had done and around 3 am was awakened by an old lady rocking in a rocker that wasn’t there when I went to sleep earlier. She’s literally 3 ft from me and she’s glowing blue, yes glowing…blue.
She’s knitting something. I rub my eyes and do a double take and she’s still there!
All of the sudden she stops knitting to look up at me. She’s staring me straight in the eyes, and says with a disapproving scowl “I know why you’re really here – you ain’t fooling no one!”
I was so freaked out I passed out and when I woke up she was gone but I could still feel her watching me.
That was one of the most terrifying experiences I’ve ever had with an intelligent spirit.
So the next day I mentioned to the mother “ha, you didn’t tell me your house was haunted!”, to which she inquired about what I experienced. She confirmed that there is indeed an old lady as well as a solider that haunt the house.
My dad was visiting one time and something threw the phone that was on the shelf at him.
True story, swear on my mothers life.
I was 12. My family and I went to a cabin. There were only two bedrooms because it was a small cabin, so me, my cousin and her nanny sleep in the living room. I slept on the couch exactly by the window and my cousin and her nanny slept on an airbed, I don’t remember exactly at what time but it was still dark outside. I felt like someone was watching me…. I was uncomfortable. When I opened my eyes I saw someone standing and looking at me; it was a dark and tall figure. I was trying to remain calm so I woke the nanny and asked to switch places and went back to bed.
The next day when we went home, we stopped by to get something to eat, and I told my family about the event. The nanny told us that last night she thought she was having a nightmare: she woke up, and it was also dark when she faced the window. She said that she saw a hand through the window and it grabbed her hand. She said that she couldn’t scream and she didn’t remember the rest after she closed her eyes.
One night I was staying over my cousins house and she had a toy doll that the neighbor gave her. I opened it up and was messing around with it ’cause dolls scare her. She told me to throw it away and when I did that’s when everything started happening. We were laying on her bed on our phones, she had her headphones on playing music but I didn’t. All of a sudden I hear my name being whispered. Mind you her room was downstairs and everyone else slept upstairs. I kept hearing my name being whispered “Danni , Danni , Danni” and it wouldn’t stop. It was a male voice, but it was not recognizable. I thought I was going crazy until I was tapping my cousin. When she took off her headphones the look on her face was one of the scariest things I’ve ever seen. She also heard the voice but it wouldn’t stop. She got scared and put back her headphones so she could block it out. After a good 30 mins of my name being called I got up to where the voice was and said “What do you want?” The next thing I know the voice was next to my ear and yelled “DANNI!” I ran back to the bed, and me and her ignored it the rest of the night. To this day we still don’t know what it was.