How the Shadows Changed My Life

I guess I will go ahead and give a background to this event. It was the early 90's and I was about 8 years old. Our family had moved from Beaverton, Oregon to a much smaller Vancouver, WA. The house we had moved into was not on a street, but located in the backyard of a house. My understanding of it now is that this old house was built before the city grid was laid out, and thus ending up between two city blocks.

It was a small cottage, the attic was converted into 2 bedrooms and being a kid, it was deemed habitable for me to live in. I always felt uneasy in the house and sometimes scared. I would sit outside in the front yard waiting for my parents to come home, when I was left alone. Being 8 and not knowing about real ghosts or hauntings, it really didn't make sense at the time.

Now, here is my encounter. One night while I was sleeping, I felt hot and decided to sit up in bed. At
this point nothing felt weird or wrong. As I looked to my left about 3 feet standing from me was a solid shadow of a figure. This figure was standing still and I could feel it staring down at me. I could not see the eyes or any human features. A porch light shed a minute amount of light up into my room, enough for me to say that this figure was darker than anything else in the room. Sitting up in bed I would figure its height to be about 4' 10". A solid head, shoulders, torso and arms with one arm perched on the headpiece of the bed. After a couple seconds, maybe 2 or 3 knowing that this thing was not human, I threw the covers over my head and laid in fear. Not knowing at all what this thing was, or why it was standing next to my bed, staring at me. Minutes turned to hours, hours turned into morning. I only decided to lift the blanket and peak out when I could feel the sun warm the room.

I can honestly say that this was the most pure fear I have ever felt. The presence was not kind or neutral, the feeling that I had, instinctively told me that this was a harmful entity. I still think about this encounter bi-weekly, almost 19 years later. Not a night terror, not a shadow on the wall.
I apologize if this was hard to read, I'm not a writer. After all this time I just needed to get it off my chest.

My Scary Workplace

This experience happen to me about 3 years ago when I used to work for a business centre as a security receptionist, now before I start my story I would like to give more detail about my work place, my workplace has one basement and one ground floor (reception area) and three floors and has two lifts on opposite sides it use to be a warehouse for a clothes company but now it's a business centre.

When I first started the job I didn't feel anything strange or paranormal it happen after about three weeks when I felt like something was not right about the workplace. I work 12 hours days and nights meaning 4 days and 4 nights with my work colleague and as a security receptionist I have to patrol in and out of the building just to check if everything is ok and there are no intruders or any alarm going off.

It was night and I was at the reception desk and my colleague was patrolling the building in and out everything was ok so he reported to control that everything is fine. It was my turn to patrol the building in and out I was at the basement checking if there anyone there because it was out of office hour so normally there shouldn't be anyone there so I decided to go more deep in the basement.
The basement was bit mass up so I decide to clean up a bit just normal tidiness even though it was not my job to do so I finish cleaning up and start to get out of the basement. Then as I start to open the door something drop so loud like bang on the floor coming from the small room that was inside the basement so I decided to check up what was that noise in that room.

Then as I walk up to that room I suddenly remember that I checked that room already so it will be impossible to someone to be there but I still went there for double check. I open the room door there was a box full of document paper on the floor so I thought maybe it fall from the shelve because there was no one there so I picked up the paper and put it in the box and box on the shelve.

Then I got up and walk toward the door then suddenly I heard a voice behind me it sounded like it said are finished I immediately turn around to see who was it but no one was there. I went up in the first floor reception area to speak to my work colleague about what happen he just look at me and I thought to myself he must be thinking I am mad it was my imagination.

Then he said to me don't you know this place is haunted it used to be a warehouse in 1960s but unfortunately it burnt down killing 4 people. I said to him have you heard or seen anything while you were working he said I have heard and seen not today but about 2 and half month ago while I was patrolling on the third floor I was reading a newspaper and suddenly I heard a noise.

I was sitting in the chair I got up to see what was it one side of the room the lights were off it was in the corner of the room where I saw a men just standing there. I couldn't believe my eye I thought I was imagining but no it was there it was wearing 1960s suites with a black hat but I notice that his arm has cut mark and was bleeding, I was so scared I didn't know how to react.

I just run down stairs I have been working in so many places I never so anything like that. He told I believe what you heard was paranormal but I not scared off it, I just believe you have to get use to it so I told well if you can get use to it and it don't bother me then I suppose so I just have to ignore them and continue with my work but I am still scared of it.

Zozo The Ouija Demon

So, I decided why not find out if this supposed "demon" was real and provoke it even further by bringing my friend over yet again to play the board. This time I was going to ask it questions about hell and what "mama" meant. So we went into my room and sat on the floor with the board. Even after my oppression experience from the last session I was still skeptical I wanted solid proof of this demon really existing, I mean come on were speaking with this thing through a piece of cardboard.

So anyways we started asking questions, two of which stood out the most. I asked, "what number are you in the rank Zozo?" The cursor moved to 5,9,7. Zozo also told me that he has taken 7 victims and my friend would be the eighth. I also asked Zozo how he was going to kill my friend because he never gave the reason for this and he spelled out pk9 and I was like... What does that mean? My friend explained this was military code for some type of poisonous gas or something. Zozo also mentioned the presence of other demons which were there with him.

Mama, Lilith, and Azazel. I was getting freaked out because I read up on Azazel and found out he was pretty high ranking but Zozo said he would not speak with us for whatever reason. This session went on for an hour until we finally had enough of his threats of killing my friend so we closed the board.

Later that night when my friend was driving down US 19 a bad highway which is known for its many deaths and accidents started to fish tail on her street bike doing 70 mph but regained control. Thank the Lord he was watching out for her on this night because if she had lost control of the bike she would have probably died.

I feared Zozo was becoming much stronger and now feared I would lose my good friend because of this foolish communication with a demon which we shouldn't have been talking to in the fist place.

The Old Lady that Never Left her House

When I was in Junior High my dad's company had him gone 3 weeks out of the month. As a teenager it was great for me not to have my dad watching over my shoulder all the time, but it got pretty tiring for him! His company was out of Nebraska but they had another location in a little town about 45 minutes from West Memphis called Marianna, AR. My dad and 2 other engineers would spend 3/4 of their time there, so after spending tons of money at the local Holiday Inn, the company decided to buy an old house in town for the guys to stay in.

My father was the one there 90% of the time, and at any given time there might be 4 men in the house. My dad helped find a huge house on one of the main streets in town, an old manor looking house built in the late 1800s. The great thing about it was that after the lady had passed away, she had no surviving relatives and the furniture stayed with the house. So they thought it was great to get a furnished 5 bedrooms (mansion type) at a cheap price. There was even an elevator built in the house. The owner's daughter had polio and rather then carry her up and down the three flights of stairs, they added the elevator. We thought it was really cool to begin with!

Everything went really well for the first couple of months - they were close to work, and it was kind of like a 2nd home to the guys, they got pretty comfortable. About 2 months after they purchased the house, they would get woken up by the sounds of the elevator going up and down. My dad would get up to check on it and everything would look fine, so I think he put it out of his head and figured it was the old wiring or something, and he would go back to bed. This might happen 2 or 3 times a night.

They had a caretaker that would come in a few times a week and clean and watch the house when there was no one staying there. She would complain that her supplies would disappear on her, and sometimes she would feel like someone was in the house with her. One time she complained because she kept a garden in the back yard, and her gardening gloves disappeared on her. She went and bought new ones only to have the original ones on the kitchen table when she returned.

So I remember one night my dad called my mom in a panic. He and a couple of other guys had driven into Memphis and had dinner on Beale Street. They had a couple of beers and ribs and came back home. About 2 in the morning, my dad and Larry, the one who's room was next to my dad's, woke to the sounds of someone running up and down the hall. They sounded like they were going to the bathroom down the hall. At this point they thought there was someone in the house. My dad had kept a hand gun in the night stand, so he grabbed his gun and he and Larry were sure that they would open the bathroom the door, and catch an intruder. Well they opened the bathroom door and found muddy footprints that went into the bathtub and stopped. At this point they were baffled and a little freaked out. They checked the windows, checked the doors. None had been bothered.

After that happened, they always laughed it off to the old ghosts of the house, but sometimes they didn't feel real comfortable when they had to stay in the house by themselves. So one August the company decided to fly all the families into Memphis for kind of a company picnic. They had us staying in Forest City which is half way between Marianna and Memphis, and the second night we stayed in Memphis. All the guys had teenage daughters and apparently they didn't think we would be comfortable staying in the house. But we did spend the first afternoon there.

You know how teenage girls are, they like to snoop! When you would go up the first set of stairs when you came to the landing for the 2nd floor, there was a huge portrait of the owner. I remember it creeped us out - not because it was very old, it was probably done in the 60s or early 70s, but because she was looking straight ahead so no matter where you moved it looked like she was watching you. You would go up the next set of stairs and there was a door and another set up stairs that led up to the attic. One of the other girls and I decided to go take a look, as we opened the door that led to the attic steps, a basket with fake flowers came flying at us, like someone was at the top of the stairs and threw it down. Scared the crap out of us, I remember we couldn't get downstairs fast enough.

At this point there was no way that we were going to try the elevator! I remember our dads kind of chuckling and telling us that it must have just fallen off something in the attic. Yea - right at us! We just decided that the old lady didn't want us snooping in her house. The company had the house maybe another 6 months and I think they finally sold it. My dad and I talk about driving by the house if we are ever back that way, maybe ask the owners if they still have "wiring" problems with the elevator.