True Ghost Tales

When I was a young girl, my parents told me that my step-grandmother Sarah, sold my soul to a demon in revenge of my Grandmother Ofelia. I didn’t believe it at first, I mean… what kind of story is that? I was skeptical that a demon could even actually manifest itself in our world. I was so wrong though.

I was 16, when the scariest night of my life happened. I remember I was asleep next to my boyfriend, because he was spending the night. I couldn’t sleep for some reason, and I began to feel very hot. My boyfriend, Josh, woke up and told me how hot it was and suggested that we go check the air. So we both were going down stairs to the living room, when Josh started falling down the stairs. He took me with him, of course, and when we finally stop rolling down the stairs I yelled at him. I could immediately tell something wasn’t right; even in the darkness I could see how pale he got. I asked him what was wrong, and he started to tell me that he was pushed. I didn’t believe him at first, but when I saw how scared he was I did.

We went back upstairs and laid down. It must’ve been like 3 hours later that I started hearing chants. Annoyed, I kicked my boyfriend and told him to stop. When I opened my eyes, I saw at least 10 hooded figures circling my bed and chanting in Latin. I was scared so I tried to wake up Josh, and when I moved they disappeared. Josh was already awake, and he was terrified. He started praying and I joined in, but half way through we started hearing like smacking noises around the room. I grabbed my rosary and prayed louder, then it went to dead silence.

Right after I got a call from my Aunt Carmella, who is a priest, and she was hysterically telling me of a dream that she had. Her dream just described everything that happened, so I was in shock. I begged her to come over, and she agreed and hung up.

Josh and I were just stunned, sitting on my bed, and holding each other. The smacking noises started again, and we felt the bed moving up and down as if it was breathing. I started to cry and as I was sobbing I felt something grabbing my legs and I was screaming at Josh to not let go. All of my pictures of the Virgin Mary and Jesus started flying off the wall, and I started hearing chanting again. Right when I was practically screeching prayers, my Aunt came and everything stopped.

That night, I was Exorcised. I have no recollection of what happened. My boyfriend, Josh, broke up with me and refused to tell me what happened that night. My Aunt Carmella died shortly after by a car accident. All I know was that it must’ve been terrible because I have scars all over my back.

Since the exorcism, I’ve had no trouble. Sometimes my scars would ache, but mostly I’m living my life normally. Josh, on the other hand, had to go to a mental institute and has to enter countless rehab programs from his alcoholism. I beat myself up about it every day. That experience, taught me the there is pure evil out there. And I live in fear of that everyday.

Sent in by Charlotte Henderson, Copyright 2011