Although I have always been a skeptic of religion there is no other way I can think to describe these following events other then demonic experiences. Although what you are about to hear sounds like something out of Hollywood I assure you these are all true events. Whenever I have tried to tell anyone about these things I am faced with skepticism and accusations of being crazy. I believe throughout my life I have been tormented by demons. Even as I write this I am still a target. Each of these events has happened about three years apart and if I’m correct yet other event will happen in about two years.
On to the story now, it begins when I was about nine, I had been living in my new house for about a year, there was always something off about the place but I never really put much thought into it. One night I had fallen asleep in a chair downstairs in my living room. I was having a dream but it was different from a normal dream it felt real. In the dream I was lying the same exact way in the same exact chair. I knew I was asleep but I felt like I was awake. All of a sudden I heard a noise, heavy footsteps began coming down my stairs, at the same time there was a voice, it was a deep mans voice and all it was saying was “Cory, Cory” the voice repeated my name three times while it came down the stairs. Suddenly it all stopped, and suddenly the voice was right behind me and it whispered in my ear something I will never forget, “I’m coming for you.” I woke up immediately after that, I was too petrified to move all I could do was cry and call for my mother.
School was not an enjoyable experience for me, I had trouble fitting in and I didn’t have many friends. It was the beginning of the devastating loneliness that would later consume my life. I spent a lot of time in my room alone. Occasionally I would hear bumps or what sounded like footsteps in our attic but I never really gave it any thought.
One night I was in my room reading a book when I got a strange feeling of eyes on me I looked up at my door and saw a face. Now granted I had an old wooden door and it was real easy to see shapes and patterns but this was like nothing else I had ever seen. It was a face that appeared to be screaming in agony, but it wasn’t over at that, as hard as this will probably be to believe the face appeared to be coming out the door at me like the wood was stretching like rubber. Overcome with fear I hid under my sheets and closed my eyes. I don’t know how long I stayed under there but when I got the courage to look the face was gone. It took me forever to gain the courage to get up and run out the room. When I got downstairs I must have looked pretty scared because my mother asked what was wrong. I never told her though I didn’t want to worry her.
Growing up was rough for my family, it was just my mother, sister, and me. I had no father, growing up as a boy without a father was tough and I think that was part of the reason I kept all this to myself I had to be the man and I didn’t want to show any weakness, men shouldn’t be weak they had to be strong.
We were very poor growing up, my mother would walk two miles to the grocery store and two miles back with heavy bags. While she was walking people would scream out of windows “dog” “ugly” and just about every other horrible thing you could imagine. I begun to hate at that moment, I hated everyone and I wanted them all dead.
This third incident happened when I was about fifteen. It is less dramatic then the others but no less scary. I was walking to school and decided to go a back way. I passed by a church that was known for having a rock outside they supposedly has the devils footprint on it. As I was walking by I noticed out of the corner of my eye a tall man in a long black coat standing on the devil’s rock. The instant I noticed this I whipped around but it was gone. By this point I was so desensitized I just kept walking.
A lot happened before this next event, by far the worst. My mother had passed away from cancer when I was sixteen. She didn’t even try to fight it. I watched her suffer and slowly die for about two years. I prayed every day but nothing got better I cried myself to sleep begging for God to save her. God never answered me. It was then that I abandoned the idea of God, I took my bible and tore it to pieces. I was so sick of the pain I didn’t want to feel it anymore. I was ready to accept anything that could stop that pain.
At this point I was staying temporarily at someone’s house. I was alone in the room and suddenly slipped into an odd state, I was fully awake but I couldn’t move. Suddenly I begun to hear voices, they turned into screams, people screaming in pure agony begging to die beginning me to kill them. I am now convinced what I was hearing was hell. After a few moments of the screams which seemed like forever they stopped and I heard the voice of a demon. It told me something that had been worrying me since my mother died two years prior, it told me my mother was in hell. To this day I don’t know if I should believe that, demons lie after all and my biggest vulnerability would be my mother.
I am 19 now, doing the math I should be having another experience when I am 21. I no longer care I am a used up shell of the human I used to be. I got what I always wanted I stopped feeling sadness but now I never feel happiness either. All I ever feel is anger, intense random bursts of rage that I can’t really control. When I think about it now I was the perfect candidate for them, sad, alone, scared, willing to do anything to kill those feelings of pain and anger. Now I just sit here my memories almost all gone my emotions gone just waiting to see what they have in store for me next.
Sent in by Cory, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com