Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I have been haunted by this “thing” for ever since I can remember.

I would see it’s shadow at night on the walls of my room slowly moving it’s way closer and closer to the foot of my bed. I was never really that scared of whatever this thing was because It never hurt me. Then on November 27th of 2003 I was just getting home from having a girls night out with my friends at Parkway Tavern.

When I got home I was exhausted and just ready to hit the hay, I was laying in bed when I heard footsteps. I remembered hearing the same footsteps every now and then as I was growing up. As they got closer I would feel my heart race. Then from my hallway I heard a deep scratchy voice call my name. My heart raced as I heard noises all through my hallway banging, scratching, and footsteps, all getting more and more towards my room.

I stayed there in my room terrified huddled in my bed all night till the sun shined through my windows giving me enough light to work up the courage to investigate everything I heard last night in the hallway. As I opened my bedroom door and walked down my hallway slowly and franticly I saw all my photos on the ground torn and picture frames shattered. I could not believe what I was seeing and the only thing on my mind was “What did this mean?” and “What did they want?”

As months went by it would get worse and worse. I needed to get away… far away… but I knew that my house wasn’t the problem. I was. I cant run from myself it is physically impossible. I found myself waking up with scratches and cuts on my body. I was never the type to hurt myself so this had to be the “Demon” that was hurting me.

I haven’t called any Priests or anything because I believe it will just make “it” even more mad. I’m afraid to go anywhere and I stay at home now, and haven’t left for 3 months. I have food sent to my house and all kinds of different supplies that I would need to leave my house to get. Every day it gets worse and worse, my life is slowly falling apart, my friends think I’m going crazy and Family has lost contact with me. Every day is a challenge for me because of everything “it” does.

The last Activity that has happened was two nights ago I heard some noise from downstairs in my living room, I went downstairs to look and found an old baby doll, this was my baby doll that I lost when I was eight years old after we moved from California to Washington. I would cry late at night after I lost it because I had that doll since I was born. When I saw it laying there on my couch, I burst into tears and starting walking towards my doll. When I grabbed it I flashed back to the time I was holding it at night when I first saw the shadow of the “Demon” in my room moving toward me.

As I was thinking about that night I felt like something was behind me really close as I felt it’s breath against my hair. I dropped the doll in scare and started to sprint up the stairs, then I felt something grab my foot to stop me as I tripped and crawled as fast as I could up the stairs and into my bed and when I turned around the house was silent like nothing had even happened.

I can’t stop thinking about What this “Demon” is going to do next. If this keeps up I can end up dead. I’m trying to fight with all I can and so far it has worked up to this point but it wont work forever. I shouldn’t have to fight for my life like this everyday. I’m terrified for what can happen to myself if it keeps getting worse. Until the day that it’s time for me to go I must fight.

Sent in by Sherri Johnson, Copyright 2011