I wish I knew how to start this. It began in November/December 4 years ago. I was a freshman in high school then, and now I’m a senior. My friend at the time and I were messing around with an Ouija board and learned I had a spirit in my room that stuck around at all hours. He was a rather mean spirit. One night I had gone out and an empty glass on my mom’s desk fell off and moved across the room. My dog was sleeping in my room, eager for my return, my cats were in their usual locations far from my mom’s bed room. After hearing that, my friend and I were scared so we took holy water and said the St. Michael’s prayer around my room.
We had thought it was over. But a week later another one came back. For three days straight, I’d come home from school and see a pair of my underwear and bra on my bed placed neatly between my pillows. I knew it wasn’t my mom putting clean clothes on my bed from the laundry since I recall clearly looking at them those mornings before leaving for school.
After that we used the board again to learn the spirits name- Eonif. He often refused to talk to us, but would tell other spirits in the room what to say to us. He threatened us on numerous occasions saying we didn’t know what we were getting into.
Another thing that was odd was that he came when we had gotten a new kid in our school and was instantly rather interested in me.
Since then, my friend and I stopped talking and even had a huge blow out. It has always been hard to tell if Eonif was mean or not. I had an incident when I was really depressed and suicidal and yelled at him to take my life and crazy things like that. When I finally fell asleep the shelf on my wall fell. It was a fragile shelf, if you put pressure on it, it would have fallen, but nothing was near it when it happened. The screws actually were no where to be found, and the only glass object that made it through was something I got from my great grandmother after she passed away.
Another incident was the dream I had. In the dream I wanted to leave my room for something, and there was a legitimate force that refused to let me. Like it lifted me up and kept me off the ground. I knew it was him because I was screaming in my dream begging him to let me go.
Another dream was a better one, gave me a better detail of him. In the second dream, I was walking in a forest that had a cave. I ended up seeing an older man in plaid sit on a tree stump so I went over and talked. The only thing was whenever he would speak to me, it would be mumbled so I had no idea what he was saying.
During this time the new kid in school and I had gotten really close and I told him about Eonif. He actually found ways of communicating to Eonif and found that Eonif and I had a connection through my past life. When we tried to dig deeper on him, Eonif would get mad. My friend was never really scared of much, but Eonif’s anger did terrify him slightly.
My friend even had dreams of Eonif on occasions, getting information out of him, and again, he was dressed as a lumber jack, speaking with incoherent mumbles.
Towards the end of Eonif’s stay with me, I had a third dream of him as a spirit and again refusing to let me leave my room and terrifying me.
But there were days before I fell asleep that I would feel arms wrap around me and held me. It wasn’t a scary thing, it was soothing and nice. Eonif did things that scared me, but his company was soothing. He left me last winter. And often I think about how I miss his company knowing that even when I was alone at night, that I was never really alone and that someone was always there.
A lot of nights when I’m overly depressed, I pray to him in hopes he’ll possibly hear me and return again. I know I sound creepy. But he was my friend, my guardian angel, even if he scared me on occasion.
Sent in by Babyy Batt, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com