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.

Late Night by The Lake

In the early 90's I lived in Oakwood harbor and the guard at the little guard shack was a rather attractive tall slim woman and I happened to pass by on several occasions late at night on her over night shift.

One night, I don't remember what day but it was a week day in the summer time, this car came flying in off the highway (I-40) and a guy jumped out and was all panicky and saying to call the police or someone, something was out by the bridge. "Which ran across Eufaula Lake just west of lottawatta road on I-40. I went with her because he really had me curious and we went the 1/4 of a mile to the bridge and there was several cars parked on the side of the road. The people had gotten out of their cars and was just standing on the shoulder looking up in an eerie weird sort of way. We got out and looked at them each other and then up. It took so long to look up because there was no noise or anything until you did look up and then you could tell that there was a black total void a good 100 yards across or more hanging in the sky. The stars were all around it and the moon was bright enough to light up the shore line as far as the eye could see but in that large spot there was nothing, less than nothing. You could just tell.

I was horrified in a way that I couldn't recognize and still don't understand now. I don't know how long we stood there but the next thing I knew it moved, slowly started to lift and drift some and then just took off at an unbelievable speed. Everyone came out of the trance like thing we were in and just got back into their cars and left. When we got back to the Guard shack I just walked back home (which was very close) and went to bed.

We never talked about that and as a matter of fact I don't recall if I ever spoke to her again since she left for another state soon there after. I started believing it was a dream. Now I'm not so sure. But I'd like to know

Invisible Beings

                My experience with the unknown started when I was in high school, but it only happened once. When I went to college, I applied as working student and was assigned at the Biology Dept. It was located at the 5th floor of a San Jose building.
              My first encounter happened during my training period. While cleaning the counter area, I freaked out when suddenly the polisher moved on its own and blocked my way. I screamed and jumped backward away from it. I called my colleagues for help. That time, my whole body went cold and couldn't move. Then Mike and the others went out of the office upon hearing me and asked what happened. I told them and he just laughed. To prove that I wasn't lying, I touched the control and tried to turn it off but it didn't stop. That's the time Mike ran towards the outlet and grabbed the wire and it's the only time the polisher stopped.
              Another experience; it was my first semester in the university and it was my turn to be the opener. Since there was a 7am class, I have to be there ahead of the faculty. I usually arrived earlier than 6 am or exactly at 6. When I got there, I would open all the gates and doors of the department and classroom before I go to one of the faculty rooms where I was assigned to clean. Every time I did the cleaning, I could always hear that someone's also cleaning the upper drawing room on the 6th floor because of the dragging sound and falling down of the chairs. It happened several times but I didn't freak out until I asked 'manong' (janitor) the person who was assigned to clean the drawing room above the faculty out of curiosity. He said that would be impossible, somebody would clean the rooms so early in the morning because no one would be doing that. They do all the cleaning before they go home every night. Upon hearing that, I couldn't explain the fear I felt because all those time I was alone on that floor and since then, I would arrived at the university at 6:45 in the morning.
             It didn't stop there. Bizarre things continued to happen while I was still serving the department. I could hear a stool being dragged at 6pm in laboratory rooms, lights and fans turned on and off, door banging or being opened even if we locked it already, something heavy fall in the Instrument room and every time we checked it, there's nothing there. We also experienced seeing a shadow passed in front of us. And during my last day in that department, while watering the plants in the botanical garden, I hear a child crying three times. I asked my colleagues if they hear it or if one of them was crying and they said no.
            My fellow working students have different experiences in that department. Every working student in the university has really something to say about their respective departments, not just us.
The experience of the unknown made me realized that in this world we're never alone.

My Oppression

            I'd rather not disclose my real name, sorry. I live in Scotland, in the country, a small town that used to be all fields, marshland and farms. Now it's a rather large country town with it's own Supermarket and shopping center. My house is a 3 story town house, in a quiet street that, as my whole family has experienced and accepts, is haunted.
          The spirits include a rather large shadowy bulky man with a golden wristwatch (the only part of him not enshrouded in darkness) who goes up and down the stairs at night. A little girl who calls for a mother whom I fear can no longer hear her. A small black cat (he's believed to be a family pet close to my mother who passed when she was a little girl). A shadow that walks in the back garden and a dog. My God-cousin used to come to my house when she was just a toddler and insist on playing with "the dog" despite the fact we didn't have a dog, until at least 7 years later. But sure enough she'd sit on the stairs in my house, playing with something no one else could see. The cat I find follows me around I often find it around when I'm scared or upset. The presence is calming.
Now for the experiences I and my family have had. I'll start with the "good" spirits. The young girl, no older than seven or eight I'd say, would wake my mum up during the night, calling "Mummy" but when my mother descended the stairs to see what was wrong with -who she thought was my very young sister-my sister, she was out cold in her bed fast asleep. Other nights she'd feel a child's hand on her shoulder and awaken to find no one there. Once she did see her, a full body apparition standing in the doorway out of the corner of her eye, again she thought it was my sister. She turned round to ask what was wrong only to find the hallway empty.
             The young girl has appeared to me also, once when I was lying in bed-not even tired in the least bit- facing the right hand side with my head up against the wall. Suddenly everything went black, like I'd blacked out. Then my vision came back and I was looking to my LEFT at a girl standing in my room with the CLOSED door lying wide open, her long black hair covered her face -like something out of that horror movie I think it was called the grudge or maybe the ring- and she hung her head. She held a blue blanket in her left hand and just stared at me. I thought it was my sister as well, until one crucial fact finally hit home in my head. I was still facing the wall. As soon as I realized I was seeing through eyes that were not mine I was looking at the wall again and I immediately turned to see her only to find an empty room. I know what I saw, it was VERY real and afterwards rather frightening.
                The shadow in the garden, now he's a new one. He only appeared when my family decided to sell the house and downsize due to my mum's health problems. One day when we were awaiting a viewer, a potential buyer. My mum looked at the -switched off- TV in the living room and as the light hit it, she saw a shadow walk past, and I traced the light and tried to recreate it and found the ONLY way a shadow could have been cast on the TV was if someone or something was walking about in my Garden, which was empty... To us. Both my cats were in the garden and both were now crying to get into the house.
                Another time when my family was up getting the mid floor prepared for a viewer, my kitchen table was adorned with two high walled candles. (The "vase" if that's the right term was at least two inches high the flame was barely one, I tried there is NO way to make that flame jump the vase edges) and there was a table runner that the candles were sitting on which went length ways over the wooden table. EVERYONE in the family was upstairs doing their rooms, the three kids doing theirs, my mum helping my sister and my dad doing finance on the top floor. I came down from my room -lucky I did- because I was thirsty and my mum followed me, we found the end of the table runner (which hang about 5 inches over the edge of the table) on fire! Both candles were fine but one of them appeared to have moved. The tassel that caught fire was the far one, the one out of the way of the wind (we had the patio doors open) so there is no way it was blown up and into the candle and there is no way the flames jumped or flowed there either. I investigated and tried to debunk it, however I realized that the ONLY way you could ignite that tassel is if you picked it up and dipped it in the flame or brought the candle to it. If I hadn't come down that minute the house could have burnt up.
                        Also if the atmosphere gets too tense, like if I have a heated argument with someone that gets VERY loud and angry, then the electronics suffer. Usually it's light-bulbs that randomly blow despite the fact their new. My Laptop's hard-drive also burnt up despite no problem with my fan.
                         Now that I've "set the scene" The most active area of my house is my parent's study, it used to be my nursery. When I was a child I refused to go up the stairs by myself, I INSISTED my dad take me up. When I was really young, as a baby I would cry hysterically and endlessly when placed in that room. My cat, a black Korat would stand guard outside my room door and would not let anyone but my parents and grandparents in to see me and one night my parents learned why. They had a baby monitor in my room to listen to me in case anything sounded wrong. One night they heard me cooing and crying and then BAWLING and a man was talking to me, a man with a deep voice. I came to know that voice VERY well over the next 15/16 years.
                      I know the next bit is going to get me some psyche talks. He was a demon, a powerful and persuasive one. His powers of manipulation were matched only by his sadistic nature and his lust for power. He attached himself to me at a young age and for 15 years he tormented me, speaking, yelling, insulting, lying in my head. Appearing in my dreams and hurting me, beating me, ravaging me... Raping me. He never relented until I called him master but I refused. He beat me I refused. He tortured me. I refused. Then one day he threatened to do to the person I loved most, what he does to me. Only ten times worse. By this time I was suicidal. I tried once, failed. The second time he stopped me. He said he had "plans for me" and so did HIS master. Once he threatened that person. I gave in, I gave myself to him, not completely but to an extent he was comfortable with and I hated. Then he started calling me something else, a name to add insult to Injury, he named me after a song that I found described my plight rather fittingly, "Lucifer's Angel"
                 I never noticed at first, but he was stealing my soul. Slowly I became more sadistic, I developed a blood-lust, I began desiring and doing sadistic evil things. My once renowned empathy and compassion replaced by an unfeeling coldness, a heart that did not beat. I wanted to hurt everyone around me, no I wanted to kill them and I wanted to hear them SCREAM and I didn't care how much I hurt them and the only sound I ever heard was his laughter as he egged me on. "Kill them, kill them all" "Cull the human herd, slaughter the cattle!" Then he threatened me more, told me if I didn't kill people he'd take an innocent every day I resisted and torture them to death. So we compromised, my first deal with the devil, I was barely 16. I told him I would only kill bad people. He agreed reluctantly. He told me to start when I reached the age of 28. That number still follows me about I see it everywhere. He asked me to leave behind a calling card, a black cross, a symbol of corruption, a symbol of my shame.
                Then one day I met a girl, a beautiful young woman whose name I will not disclose either. She was a trained exorcist. My demon HATED her, he screamed when he saw her... And even though I swore to walk alone so as to never curse another person with my affliction. I found myself falling in love with her. I found myself ignoring my "master" then, on the 13th of July 2011 we expressed our love for each other. She learned of my "possession" if you could call it that, and thus My demon was no more, banished. Me and her are still together and I'm recovering well but I'm still haunted by memories, some scars will never heal.
                    Now I'm moving into a new house, my mum took some photos and caught two dancing orbs, always two never apart. Then she returned from the place with twin scratches on her foot. Before this I had a dream we moved in and crawling on all fours on the ceiling was a dark figure. Like a charred hooded Scarecrow with glowing orange eyes and a stitched mouth and a hellish shriek... I know it's real cause I can't get it out of my head. I'm afraid it harms my family my girlfriend has all ready been scratched. If I can name this thing I can create it, I still have my demon's knowledge. Has anyone else seen this thing or know it's name? Please any help you can offer would be GREATLY appreciated.