You may have read my other story: My Very Own Demon. This is another story of all of my occurrences, and I ‘m still the only one that ‘s having this happen to me. This is all true, a little corny at times, but all true.
For a while the activity had stopped, and I had thought that my actions to get rid of it for good were working. Well, I thought that until it started happening again, only this time they were 10x worse.
I’ve been having weird dreams lately. They usually involved this black shadow standing in my bedroom doorway, and then begin to move towards me, only I would wake up before it would reach me, but recently it has been reaching me. I would be in my dream, and the Shadow would be there, it would drift to me, and then it would engulf me in a black shadow. I would feel sharp pain and burning all over my body, and then when it would disappear and I would have tons and tons of scratches all over my body, and when I would wake up I would have a few on my arms and legs. And let me say that I keep my nails very short so they don ‘t scratch, my cat is declawed, and my dogs sleep in my parents ‘ bedroom across the hall with their door shut.
Soon the dreams began to intensify to instead of just scratches, it began to spell my name on my back one letter at a time. One night it was K, the next night was KA, and so on. It got to KAY when the dreams suddenly stopped. And so did the activity.
A couple weeks later I was taking a shower and all of a sudden this black, feathered hand shoots through the crack of the curtain between the wall, moving the actual curtain. I immediately looked out and nobody was in the bathroom and the door was still locked.
Again, a couple of weeks later I was walking up the main stairs and all of a sudden at the top of the stairs I see this lady in an old timely wedding gown. She looked down at me, gave me the most sinister smile you could ever imagine and disappeared. All of this happened in a matter of seconds. I thought that I was seeing a light reflection, so I walked up and down the stairs for five minutes trying to see if I could see her again, but I couldn’t.
The next day I was sitting in my parents’ room with my mom, and I was reading. I could see their walk-in closet out of the corner of my eye, and the door was open. My mom was looking at the closet, checking the laundry basket, and all of a sudden I see something appear out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head to look and there was this man standing in the doorway. He was about as tall as my parents (5’10), he had brown, short hair, tan complexion, brown eyes, had a t-shirt and blue jeans on, and looked to be in his twenties. I have never seen him before in my life. Again, he gave me the most sinister smile you could imagine and disappeared. The minute he disappeared I turned to my mom, and she was still looking at the closet. I asked her “did you just see that?” She looked at me totally confused and said, “see what?” I could tell that she didn ‘t see anything and I quickly dropped the subject. She didn ‘t see him when he was standing five feet away. After that the activity stopped again.
Then the other night I had a dream, and this dream is no joke.
I had found myself sitting cross legged in the middle of my bedroom, which was completely spotless. It was around 2:58 in the morning, and there were candles all around me. I waited for 3:00 (the witching hour) to come waited for what seemed like an eternity. 2:59 – the energy in the room began to change from normal to uncomfortable. I began to feel weak and drained as I tried to stay awake.
Finally 3:00, but as the clocked turned all of the candles went out, and the light of the full moon poured into my room. I sat there frozen with fear as beings began to appear.
To my right (by my bookshelf): the Shadow. It has appeared in many of these kinds of dreams and has always scratched me.
To my left (by my bed): the being with the feathered hand that I’ve encountered in the shower once.
Directly in front of me (on my vanity table stool): the lady in the wedding gown I ‘ve seen at the top of my stairs, only now the gown was ruined. Her sleeves were missing, the veil had holes in it, the gown was in mud and grime, and riddled with holes and tears.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my right shoulder. I turned around and saw the man I had seen in my mother’s closet. His hand gripped tighter into my shoulder as the other entities surrounded me. The being with the feathered hand gripped my other shoulder, the bride grabbed my feet, and the Shadow, once again, began its gruesome work. Searing pain began to work its way from my legs, up to my stomach, up to my arms, and finally to my back.
Every time I would have a dream with the Shadow in it, it scratched a letter into my back, so far it has done K A and Y, now it ‘s going again.
My back now felt like it was on fire as it continued. The pain intensified at every new letter, and there was a lot. Suddenly it stopped, and I could feel the trickle of blood running down my back. I blinked away the tears and looked up at it… Big mistake. I saw a bloodied, clawed hand sweep down and claw my face. I screamed out of pain, out of fear, and out of anger. I go to wrench myself free of their grasps, but i could no longer move; they had taken the last of my energy.
The man who stood behind me grabbed a fistful of my hair, and yanked my head up. His breath smelled like death, and his eyes were now red, blood red.
“Ready or not, here we come!!” he sneered and threw my head back down. After a few seconds I chanced a look around. Nobody was there, but the candles were relit, like nothing ever happened, but my body still had scratches all over it. I took a photo of my back, dreading what I would find.
It read: KAYLA WE ARE COMING
I then woke up, and looked at my arms and legs… spots of dried blood… and scratches (not as many though, and they usually disappeared after an hour or two).
I have been praying, and I have kept a rosary with me at all times. I am in the process of blessing my rosary, and receiving some blessed palms from a friend. I am doing everything in my power to make this stuff go away.
Sent in by Kayla/Sasha keck, Copyright 2011