Two years ago I lived in this very nice home. My dad was a horrible man who went to jail because of what he did. One day I was in the living room doing my homework when I kept hearing “Aurora Aurora help.” I didn’t know what to do. I was scared and I couldn’t move! Then I heard things get pushed on the ground in the Den (upstairs) so I started screaming.
My older brother and his wife came running in from the back yard hearing my screams. “What’s the matter?” my brother said. I just keep looking at the stairs. Oh one important thing is my brother is a cop so he thought someone broke in and ran up stairs. My brother walked quietly up the stairs. My aunt held me rubbing my back. My brother came down and told me there was nothing. After that I started sobbing hard.
My mom left for 2 weeks to my grandma’s because my grandma was very sick. About 5 days passed and horrible things started to happen. I could feel someone holding me at night when no one was there. I could hear the water down stairs going when I slept with my brother and aunt. I tried hard to tell what was happening but no one believed me.
I went to school a few days later. By this time I was so scared I was called “Emo” because I would wear black and never take off my jacket and they thought I cut myself (which I would never do). I was an A+ student and I soon became a C- student. “Aurora what is the answer to 4x9x7x8″ my math teacher asked. “who really cares? Nothing worth it!” I would say and then put my head on the desk.
When I went home I saw a man in my house. He was dressed in a suit, had a tie on and was carrying a bag thing. I fell to my knee’s seeing the twisted face. His face I will never un-see. He had blood all over his face with a knife in his hand and he had a twisted smile.
“What do you want with me? What?” I cried, “What?” I screamed. My friend heard me and ran to my aid. Now I didn’t know what happened after that. All I remember is me waking up in a hospital bed and my mom and brother and whole family (even my dad) sitting around my bed. I looked at my arm. it was in a cast my neck was in a brace and I had a huge band-aid on my waist.
“What happened?” I asked. “When Amy found you. You were on your knees saying “what do you want?” my mom said. I got out after about 2 days. The demon seemed to follow me. At school I would cry because I see him everywhere. At home I lived in fear because he would hold me at night.
After 2 years he talked to me. “Aurora, I’m sorry I will stop. I was trying to protect you” the demon said. (luckily I was recording to show to my mom) “goodbye..” he said kissing me on the cheek. I sorta miss him now. The best part is I went to a ghost thing and the psychic said I could talk and see ghosts and demons that others cant. I still see him but now I’m not as scared.
If you ever see someone on the street in Seattle laughing and talking to themself its me talking to Jose (The demon’s name is Jose). Don’t be scared of demons or ghosts. Remember they were alive once too.
Sent in by Aurora, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com