Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

When I was about 9, I always felt some kind of bad vibe in my room. I tried telling my mom, but of course you know how mothers are… They don’t actually believe it until it happens to them.

It all started when I moved into an apartment with my mother after my father left. I was perfectly fine in my room, until November 1997. The new caretaker who lived under me was a witch. After she moved in, I’ve felt a bad vibe. I always heard feet shuffling on the carpet under my bed, scratching on the walls, and some morning I woke up with scratch marks all over my arms. I tried to tell my mom I heard things, but she just thought I was tired. I used to pass out on the couch, or at least faked. That’s because my mom would carry me into her bedroom. My mom used to leave my door wide open. When I was faking, I saw shadows and the door opening and closing. I finally hid under the blanket until I fell asleep.

One night my mom got up and woke me up crying. She had seen the most frightening thing that you could ever experience… the sight of an evil demon. After that I just slept in my moms bed and sometimes on the couch. If I asked to stay at a friends house, my mom wouldn’t let me because she was scared.

Soon after I turned 12 my mom finally tried to pray in my room. The demon got angrier and was roaming around the house. After she found the demon in my room she sprinkled some salt and prayed to god. My mom isn’t a god psycho, she’s just a believer in Jesus and our creator. We captured it, and then we packed up and left. We left the furniture in my room, and we moved after 2 months of living with my mom’s best friend. I was grateful for what my mom had done, and I always tried to be the best I could be to her. I never saw another demon again. Although, every now and then I see shadows.. and hear scratching on the walls.

Sent in by Taylor, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com