Growing up in a Pagan home, ghosts and such were never new to me. I've seen them my entire life. It started when I was six. My mother had an image of God and Jesus (where she got it or who gave it to her I don't know), but I saw demonic faces in the picture all the time. Finally, I told my mother and she removed it, and that was that.
When I was seven, we moved two houses down and things were great for awhile, then weird things started happening. When I was 14, my friend swore up and down she saw a dark figure behind me in my hallway with a knife raised to my back. It spooked me so much that I would walk with my back to the wall. Anyone who came over would see red, glowing eyes peeking out of my bedroom, and then my door would slam shut. After awhile, most of my friends refused to come over. I stopped sleeping in my bedroom because whenever I was in there, I could never sleep; weird things always happened, so I slept on the family room couch.
Let's fast forward a few years. I was 18 and living in Tennessee with my then fiancé, Sam, and his mother, Gail. This was in 1997. One night she pulled out her spirit board - not a Ouija board, but some other kind of spirit board. Right away things started happening. I went into a trance and started talking about Gail's dead sister, whom I have never met or seen a picture of. I described her to a T. Gail asked Sam if I ever saw a picture of her, he said no.
So I spoke to her dead sister, Linda, and Gail became so upset because there was a gate and a spirit guardian blocking the way and would not let me communicate with her in depth.
Gail headed off to bed and Sam asked me if I wanted to continue; I agreed. We tried for about 20 minutes and no other spirits would come through, so Sam said, "I have an idea," and left the room, returning with a genuine Ouija board. "This will work," he said.
Before starting, he did a protection ritual, but screwed it up, so he had to enter me into the ritual. Right away, two girls came through; one was 15 the other 19. They said that they were slave girls who were murdered. I wanted proof, so I asked questions only the dead would know and got the right responses, so I was satisfied. Then out of nowhere they just stopped talking. We tried getting them back, but nothing.
Then another presence came through saying his name was David. We spoke with David for some time, but I started noticing lies. When Sam left the room for a minute to use the bathroom, I confronted "David". I said, "Your name is not David and you are lying." He replied: YOU CAUGHT ME. I asked, "Who are you really" and he responded: ABANDDON/APOLLYON.
I, having no clue who that was, continued to talk to him. Sam returned and I told him what he said. "That's not funny, Jenn. Knock it off," Sam said. I told him I was dead serious, and through the board Abanddon said: SHE'S RIGHT. SHE'S NOT LYING. Sam's eyes got so wide and he looked terrified. "We're ending this now," Sam said. Abanddon pointed to: NO.
Before Abanddon could do anything else, Sam ended it, shoving the pointer to GOODBYE. I asked him what was wrong, but he wouldn't tell me.
Later that night, we were in bed; Sam was reading and I was asleep. I woke up to the sound of growling and talking. I looked over to the corner, and there by the closed door was a black robed figure. I tried to scream, move anything, and I couldn't. For some reason, it chose the Grim Reaper look, scythe and all. He slowly moved toward me until he was sitting on my stomach and pinning me down. I couldn't move, talk or anything; I was completely terrified. He was sitting there breathing on me, and my first thought was The dead don't breathe.
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