Then they gave me the cane.
In started when I got my Ouija board and I never read the ‘rules’. My friends were too chicken shit so I did it alone. I talked to two people that day by myself. One was a little boy named Tim who was disowned by his parents and died in the forest. The other presence was much darker and for 2 questions I asked, IT would reply “death” which was not a valid answer. I got angry with the 2nd one and yelled at IT to prove it’s malicious nature to me. Nothing happened. I packed the board away, feeling as if maybe it was me the whole time which is the common notion for disbelievers.
But then the next two months happened. Between 3-4 AM, I consistently woke up with terror sweats and felt as if I was being watched. About 50 days in, I awoke to the most horrid screaming and a thud so loud I thought someone was breaking in. I jumped up and felt again like someone was in front of me wanting me to die, and yet no sounds from my upstairs housemates.
I got so scared that I quit sleeping at night. I would stay up until 6 AM at least to make sure that ghost hour wouldn’t effect me. But it came anyways. I’ll always remember what happened at two months. I was playing CoD as typical for the past two weeks and all of a sudden, I got this cold chill on my back. And it went to my left shoulder and then also onto the left side of my head. And I shit you not, I heard breathing in my ear. The pressure on my upper left side was if someone or something was leaning its head on my shoulder. I was frightened to death but I decided fuck this. I got up, swung my fists and screamed “fuck off, and go away” and after that night, IT seemed to stay away.
I don’t know how all this happened, especially when I was such a non believer. Those months feel like a dream. But I do believe now that certain energies do manifest around us, and it’s best to stay away from the evil, hurtful ones.
This happened maybe two years ago. I was asleep taking a nap in the living room, when I woke up to my dad saying “Watch out for your mom”, so I got up, went to look for my mom and found her passed out in the bathroom. She had really high blood pressure, to the point where internal organs were in danger. We could get help fast enough, so things could be settled with medications only. If my dad wouldn’t have waken me up, things could have ended worse. He died 5 years prior to that event from leukemia.
My friend’s dad is an ex-marine. He has been a paramedic, firefighter, and security guard, so there’s practically nothing on Earth that can frighten this motherfucker. His family used to live in a very old house built in the 1800’s. One day my friend’s dad was home alone waiting for the rest of the family to get back with dinner. Now this man is the most honest man I have ever met. There would be no reason to lie about this. He was sitting on the couch downstairs when he says he heard footsteps coming from upstairs. He walks down the main hallway and looks up to their balcony/banister for the upstairs hallway. He then said that there was a shadowy figure that “glided” across the upstairs railing, from one side to the other, until it was out of view. Right after he saw the supposed apparition, he heard the loudest, most blood-curdling scream he ever heard in his life. Immediately after this scream all of the lights in the house went out and he found himself standing in the pitch black. He then ran out to the front porch and waited for the rest of the family to return. My buddy said that when they got back he remembers the horrified look on his dad’s face. He said he had never seen that look on him and has never seen it since. Two weeks later they were moved out of the house and moved closer to where I live, which is how we became friends. While this story still gives me the creeps, I can’t be too upset because I got my best friend out of the ordeal.