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Tormenting,
Taunting Demons
by Annie M.
In the summer of 1999, I took a job as a night supervisor at a living facility for developmentally disabled adults. My boyfriend Jon and his mother Carla both worked there as well, Jon for over a year and Carla for about three weeks.
Around August of that year, Carla began complaining of head pain and the sensation of "wheels and pulleys" inside her head that were stretching and pulling her skin. She started starching at her face and scalp and eventually broke the skin and developed a severe scalp infection. She went to a doctor who could not determine the nature of the infection, nor what had caused her such discomfort in the first place. She was sent to a mental health center for a 10-day evaluation.
When she returned home, her wounds had healed and she returned to work. Several days later, the pain had returned and she began scratching her face and head again. One afternoon, her husband returned home from work to find the Carla had attempted to lance her own face with a scalpel and was bleeding profusely. After taking her to the ER for stitches, she was readmitted into a mental health center for a 30-day treatment program. By the time she returned home, still no diagnosis had been made. I was concerned for her, but her husband and sons did not seem as worried as I. They insisted that no doctor or treatment program could help her - only God could. I did not believe in God, and I was angry that her family was neglecting her needs.
I spoke to Carla about what was happening to her. She told me that she believed there was some sort of demon inside of her. Of course I did not believe this; I assumed she was suffering from some sort of schizophrenia. But I soon learned that perhaps it really was something paranormal.
After a while, Carla's condition seemed to improve and so once again she returned to work. But shortly after her return, the pain started up again, this time worse than ever. One afternoon while I was at my boyfriend's house (he lived with his parents at the time) Carla went completely ballistic. She screamed about how the "demons" at work were trying to poison her. She began breaking things and destroying the house. She scratched her face until her flesh was torn and bleeding. It took three people to hold her down, despite the fact that she was 54 years old and only 100 lbs., for she had somehow developed brief, immense strength. When she was calmed, Jon insisted that she quit her job, that it was somehow hurting her, and she agreed.
After that incident I began experiencing things that to this day I cannot explain. My boyfriend tells me it was demons, but as a skeptic I can only wonder what it really was.
One night at work, after wiping of the kitchen countertops and stovetop, I went outside briefly to smoke a cigarette. When I came back inside I went over to the coffeepot which sat beside the stove. All four burners had been turned on to "low." At first I thought that perhaps one of the residents had gotten up and turned them on for some reason or another. So I went to each of their rooms (there are five total) and peeked in but all were sleeping soundly. Besides that, only two of the five men living there can walk on their own, the rest requiring wheelchairs. Coming up with no reasonable explanation, I put this out of mind for the time being and went on with my shift.
About three nights later, I was at work watching TV when I got up to refill my coffee. I set my mug on the edge of the table and went to the bathroom. From there I heard something moving around in the kitchen, so I hurriedly went out to see who was up. No one was, but my mug, now upside-down, had been moved to the other edge of the table. Again I checked each room, thinking to myself that one of the residents was perhaps trying to scare me, and again I found everyone sleeping soundly.
Thinking of the recent night's events, I phoned Jon and asked him to come over. I waited for him outside the building and when he arrived we went back inside. When I told him what had happened, he was not particularly alarmed but insisted that he believed me. He guessed that there were demons in the house, and they were trying to scare me out. For several weeks I continued going to work and things were normal. Carla was improving and her face had healed fully. But in December of 1999, I quit my job.
I was at work and it was around 2:00 a.m. Sunday morning. In the home's living room there is a fish tank about three feet long and about 1½-feet high. I fed the fish (there were about 15 of them) and sat down to watch TV. A few hours later, I happened to glance over at the tank and I did not see any fish. I walked over and saw that every one of them were floating at the top, dead. At the bottom of the tank, buried halfway in pebbles, was something that looked sort of like a plastic finger, something I had never seen before and was certainly not there when I had fed the fish earlier.
I called a sub that night to come in for me and then I left and I have not been back since. I later learned that the finger was that of a doll's. No one has discovered where it came from.
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