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When I was little, about 8 or 9, we moved into a house in Montana, a big four bedroom two story house. When we moved in we were all excited.

Well before I get into the story I need to explain something. My mother, sister and I have a certain amount of paranormal abilities, we know when they are there, and we can describe them… sometimes. We are not mediums or anything but we do have some paranormal abilities. Anyways, back to the story:

My mom, sister and I didn’t feel anything, we were okay with this house, and it was an old house. The men were the first people to start to experience anything. My father, and his friends were the first to notice anything. My father would not stay home alone after his experience with the demon.

He was home alone, washing dishes or something, doing some sort of chore. He heard some sort of laughing, a crazy sort of laughter in a deep voice. He called my mom at work and told her to come home, he wouldn’t stay home alone ever again.

The next ‘attack’ was on my dads friend Luc, he saw a shadow move quickly, he too was at the house alone that day. He checked the entire house, thinking that maybe one of my parents had come home early. No one was home, he didn’t call anyone but he did leave the house, locking the door behind him.

My mom was the next person to have an experience with the demon, she actually saw it. It was a large black shadow, but it wasn’t really a shadow, it was like a solid colored blob that wove in and out of its self almost like the grudge but more fluid, and it was in the corner of the down stairs bedroom. It disappeared in the corner, seeming to go through the top of the room. She ran upstairs to the room my sister and I were playing in, the room that it would have gone into. It wasn’t there, she continued to see it occasionally, but it left her and her children (my sister and I) alone so she didn’t mind it.

The last time we ever heard about it was from my dad, he had to stay home alone eventually, we (my sister and I) were at school and my mom was at work. His buddies had better things to do than ‘babysit’ their wimpy friend. The demon flickered the blinds, and locked the door, it scared my father an extreme amount, this demon didn’t like men.

My father rushed around the house. The phone didn’t work and the blinds were flickering. He tried to get out of the house, but as I said before the door was locked.

The odd thing is, that we stayed in the house for a good two years after that. My dad never got any visits after that, but me, my mom, and my sister saw it off and on for the years that followed. Sometimes just as a shadow, sometimes as a human shape, but not really a human at all. some times just a blob, you never knew, but he never harmed any of the girls in the house, the boys got the brunt of it. We never had a physical attack on anyone but there were plenty of small encounters.

Sent in by Amy, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com