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I cant say that I have ever seen a shadow figure, a demon or any abnormal beings, but I can claim to have had horrible nightmares, hearing things, and a lot of anger building up inside me.

I was about 17 years old at the time, and my dad being in the military would cause my family and I to move around quite often.� My dad got assigned to a new base (not going to reveal the location) and I was the only one of my family that went ahead with him so that my family could stay behind in our other home to pack up, and I could be company for my dad.

We did not receive a house offer immediately so they assigned us to stay in temporary living facilities until we could receive an offer.� The first moment that my father and I walked into the house we immediately had a negative feeling about our environment.

The first night in the house we were staying at, I went upstairs with my dad to put my luggage in the room I would be staying in, and when I put my stuff in the room I felt unwelcome and did not want to be in the room.� So at this point I decided to sleep on the couch downstairs.

My father and I are very devoted Christians and we believe that God will always protect us.� We had never discussed the uneasy feelings with each other until a few days later.� The first night in the house I fell asleep on the couch and I started having the worst nightmares, I had a nightmare that my sister was standing in front of me speaking some crazy language and then her face started melting off, and I woke up freezing cold so I got up to get another blanket and I heard heavy footsteps upstairs and then a door slam shut.� The slam echoed in the house, and I thought it was my dad, until I heard him yell down to me to be a little more quiet.� I was confused, but I thought that he was just tired, and it was him slamming the doors, so I went back to sleep.

Every night that I was in that house I would have the worst nightmares about little creatures coming after me and about my family being tortured in front of me and I could do nothing to help them.� Every night that we were in that house I would hear the same walking around and door slamming, until finally I decided to discuss it with my dad the last morning we were there.

We were fixing cereal to eat and my Dad looks at me and says, “I have been having the worst nightmares, and I have to pray them away.”� I immediately confessed to him that I was as well, and then asked about him slamming the door.� He told me that he thought that was me, and that’s why he would yell to me to knock it off.� Immediately we both got the worst chills and at the same time agreed, we needed to get out of there and that the place had an evil spirit lurking.

To this day I think about it, and I get the worst feeling, and my dad wont even talk about it any more.� I have had a few times where something unexplained has happened to me, but nothing to that degree.

Sent in by Stephen, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com