Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Hi! It’s me Jessica. The girl who wrote The Demon in the mirror. I have another story for you. It’s going to be very long so take a breath.

After we moved from the house with the mirror we moved to Georgia. We had no more problems until last summer of ’09. Before school was out my dad’s mom came to live with us after her massive heart attack. I was 15 when she came to stay with us last year. Family secret kinda. My grandma (dad’s mom is a witch). She hates my mom because my mom is what she calls a Jesus freak, dark, and was able to stay married to a Lewis longer than her. Since she hates my mom for those reasons she has always tried to hurt my mom. With Demons and trying to turn people against her.

Anyway school had a month left when she moved in. Everything seem to go ok besides the dirty looks she was giving everyone. She wanted my dad to marry one of those white women he use to date so anyone darker than herself she treated like dirt. When school let out mom made it known she didn’t like my grandma there because she tried to control and everything.

One night I walked into the guest room where she stayed. My parents where out for the night to get a break away from everyone and just spend time together. My grandma was angry she wanted to go and hang out with the adults. I heard mumbling. I was curious so I stood outside her door and listened. I couldn’t make out the words. Her door was cracked a little you could barely see inside. I opened the door a little. I could see the lights were out,there where candles lit, she was sitting on the floor,I opened a little more to get a better view. Perhaps I opened it too much because she turned and looked at me. My heart froze. “Hi Grandma. Can I go over Christian’s house?” I didn’t know what to do but I had to have a reason to opened that door so I pretended I wanted to ask her a question. She said yes and I shut the door back and went outside. I didn’t go to Christian’s house I just sat on the side of my house. I knew my parents wouldn’t let me this time of night. I just looked at the moon. My heart was still pounding. My parents came home and it was time to go to bed. I looked at my mom. I knew grandma hated her, I knew what I saw was not right but I didn’t want to start drama between the two tonight. I just wanted to go to bed and think about what I saw.

As I slowly walked back up the stairs with my parents close behind.I kept wanting to tell them but I kept quiet. I reached the top of the stairs and front of me was my room to my left was my parents and the two rooms at the end of the halls were my brother’ and grandma’s. I stared at her door wondering what she was doing. “Go to bed Jessica.” Dad said behind me. I walked into my room I started changing into my pj’s. I heard something that sounded like snoring. I thought to my self gosh dad went to sleep fast. I turned my room light off and stared at the moon while laying in my bed. It’s next to the window. I said my prayers and feel asleep with the feeling of someone watching me.

When I woke up the next day. I was the most beautiful day I’ve that week.I went outside and talked to my friend Christian. Everything was fine until I felt someone watching us. I turned toward the window the room my grandma stays. The blinds were cracked I knew she was watching us. “Christian. It’s kinda hot you want to go to your house?” I said my eyes on the window still. We walked over to her house. I wanted to tell her so badly but she was innocent and I wasn’t sure she ever heard of real witches and I didn’t want to say anything even though she was 16 a yr older than me she seem to be pure. I kept this secret to myself. That night I returned home. My grandma was in her room. I walked toward my room. “Jessica!” She called. I saw her in her room. I walked in and took a seat. She began telling me things like… “I’m able to talk to spirits. I’m sure your dad told you I’m a witch.What I do is not witchcraft in fact Indians did that white people call I witchcraft because they didn’t know how to do it back in the day. They thought it was magic and when people got sick. Whites thought it was the magic.” I nodded my head to everything she said. I wanted to see if she would tell me what se was doing but she didn’t. “Well go to bed.”

I walked out of her room and went in mine. Oh yeah she got me grounded. She told lies on me so I was sent to bed early. I looked at the moon through my window. I slipped on my pink lace nightgown. I turned the light off. I head that same noise from the night before. I jumped off the bed to look out into my parents room. My parents and grandma were all downstairs watching T.V. with my brother. I walked back to my bed. When I tried to get back on. I feel off. I felt like I was pushed. I landed hard on my butt. “Ouch!” I mumbled. I heard soft laughter. It came from my bed. My heart stopped. “Hello Jessica. Do you remember me?” I heard the smirk on it’s face. My body froze.I heard a sigh. “Do I really have to show myself? I’m using the voice.” I looked puzzled at my bed. I scooted myself across the floor in the dark. “Aw your so adorable. How about this to help with your memory you were young since I last visited.” I saw a body began to form on my bed. By this time I scooted myself all the way across the room. My body froze when I saw the figure.

It was him the guy I saw in the bathroom mirror in Alabama. The moonlight beamed across his face. He smirked. “Aw you remember.” I stared at his black shoulder length hair, his white skin, and into his black eyes. I breath of terror escaped my throat. “Come on it’s time for you to sleep.” He patted the bed. I won’t hurt you… Yet.” He laughed his evil laugh. I jumped up off the floor and ran across the room to my door. By the time I grabbed the door knob he was next to me. “What are you gonna do huh? Tell you parents on me? Just like they didn’t believe you ten years ago. Why would they believe you know. Especially since you watch all this paranormal crap.” He went back over to my bed ad plopped down he was right. Why would my parents believe me now? I sat on the floor. “Who are you? What do you want?” He shook his head. “The same question’s every time.” “I walked over to the light. “WAIT!” He yelled. His evil yell startled me. “I’m Sith or Seth.” The demon with the S name. “I’m the most powerful demon. I was sent here.” I felt tears roll down my eyes. He smiled. “Please don’t kill me, please don’t take over my body. Please please please.” I was to scared to think straight. I begged the demon this made him happy. “Hmm well..” He said. I cried harder. “HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” He threw me against the wall hard. I feel to the floor. “Hush! You use to be much stronger than this.” I wiped my tears. “This time I’m not here for you. I’m here for your mom.” A picture of my mother’s dead body flashed in my mind. “NO YOU WILL NOT HAVE HER! SHE IS THE CHILD OF GOD AND HE WILL PROTECT HER AS HE IS THIS WHOLE FAMILY GET OUT OF MY ROOM NOW!” He laughed. “There’s that strong stubborn little 5 yr old girl I saw.” He walked slowly toward me. “I’ve missed you. You remember everything I said right? About God?” I nodded. “You believe me right?” I didn’t reply I was afraid. He stood a foot away from me. “Do you?”

I heard a soft voice inside of me. “Do not be afraid. For I am always with you.” I listen to the voice as it guided me to comfort. “No Seth. I don’t believe you. I believe God. He is the father, creator, he is everything. Compared to him you are nothing.” He raised a hand. “Hold yourself. I have greater power than you. I can kill you right now, I can take over and make you do whatever I please. And at the rate you going I just might.” I stopped talking. I remembered the story of Emily  Rose and didn’t want to end up like her. “So you don’t believe me. Your still following behind that selfish thing you people call a God.” I could tell he was getting angry. “After all I’ve done for you!” I looked at him. “You didn’t do anything for me but tell me lies!” He smirked. I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. I turned back to where the demon was standing but he was gone. I opened my door to see my grandma at the top of the stairs. “Oh hi grandma.” She nodded and stared I saw a figure in her room. I turned my head to look at it but I couldn’t see it when I focused on it. She looked into room. “Goodnight.” She said with a smile. I prayed extra hard that night over my mom.

The next day. I had to tell my mom I just had to. I waited for her to come but instead her fiend came to pick me up. Since my parents wouldn’t be at home. I stayed there for a week thinking about my mom. When I returned home I found that my grandma was gone. My mom finally kicked her out. That night the power had went out in our neighborhood. My mom called my brother and I to meet her outside. She held this clear plastic tube with stuff in it. I couldn’t really see what was inside. “I found this in her closet. Your grandma was been summoning demons.” “How do you know?” I asked. She looked at me. “I took this to church and a priest told me. We have to bless the house and get rid of everything she gave you. Do it now.” We all ran into the house and grab everything she gave us. I was in my room, mom was in my grandma’s room, My brother was in his room. I kept getting scared I didn’t want mom alone. Especially in that room where it all happened. I continued. Then I heard a deep laugh. “So..” I turned and saw Seth beside my dresser mirror. “Your leaving again? No matter what we will always be there. Where there is God there is Satan. We will still be watching your every move waiting for you to open yourself for us.”

I heard the soft voice again. “Keep it together I’m still here. keep working your leaving.” I ignored him and turned pack to pack. Everything grandma gave me was in a bag. I sat it outside my room door. I looked down the hallway.  didn’t see my mom in the room. “MOM!” I called. She stuck her head around the door. I sighed in relief. I showed her the bag she nodded. “Now pack your stuff we are going back to Alabama.” I walked into my room. I forgot he was there. “AHHH I HATE ALABAMA! ALL THOSE STUPID ANNOYING PEOPLE. ALL THE KILLING, RAPING, RACISM,STUPID REDNECKS.” I named everything that came to my head. I heard he evil laugh. I stopped. “No keep going I love this.” I stuck my head out the door. My mom was still safe. “Let me show you something.” Seth whispered as he made himself invisible. He stepped in front of me. As he passed through me it was super super cold. “Look into the room where your mom is.” He continued to whisper. There she was packing in the dark with only the moonlight and a flashlight as light. “Now blink.” I did. Now I saw many red eyes in the dark watching her. Then watching me. I screamed when their eyes landed on me. They all disappeared again. “What?” My mom called. “I SAW EYES IN THE ROOM!” She looked around her. “OH NO!! GET YOUR STUFF WE ARE OUT! ANYTHING THAT CAN’T FIT IN THE TRUCK JUST LEAVE IT! She and my brother packed the truck full almost everything fit except my dresser and bed and stuff.

Mom and my brother were inside the truck. I remember my cell phone was on my bed. I ran back up to my room. I saw dad had called. “Hey Jessica.” I turned to see Seth and many black figures behind him. I froze yet again. “Remember what I said. We need you. Er want you. I have shown you things other people yearn to see. I haven’t hurt you. We can be friends.I can make your dream come true.” I started shaking my head. “NO NO NO!” “I’M WITH GOD! I AM THE CHILD OF GOD. MY NAME MEANS GOD’S GRACE!” He face scowled as I went on. He pushed me into the wall,then used his force and pushed me onto my dresser with the mirror. I had a deep cut on my arm. I still do. It’s going to be there for life. I held my tears as my arm started bleeding. “That was to put your place.” The demons behind him laughed. I heard mom beep the horn outside. I turned to run down the stairs. I felt his force push me to the bottom. I landed on my butt. I look up hw was hovering down the stairs. “I tried the nice way. You didn’t take it. Ok your 15 now… I’ll give you ten more years. Or when your grandma summons me again. If you don’t cooperate then I just force you.”

“LORD JESUS!” I began. I said the heavenly prayers from the bible. His face frowned. He disappeared along with his many demon friends. I ran outside. “What happened to your arm?” My mom asked. “I tripped over a toy and fell into my dresser. I hit my arm on the mirror and it broke.” She stared at me. “Dad called.” I handed her my cell and we were on the road.

I haven’t had anymore problem’s it seems my life is getting better. I’m afraid if I turn 25 he will come back but I’ve talked to God and he is taking care of that. To me that was just another test of faith. Please pray for us. My life is like a horror book that has the perfect ending everyday. OH YEAH! CONGRATS IF YOU ACTUALLY READ THIS WHOLE THING! It wouldn’t be this long but a guy told me to add more details so the reader can get a picture of what I went through in my last story so this one I did just that.

Sent in by Jessica Lewis, Copyright 2010