posted on Jan, 10 2007 @ 03:05 PM
January 6, 2007- Mike Benson is home alone. He goes to the bathroom and comes back to notice a light on in his bedroom. Figuring he forgot to turn it
off, he went back in a turned off the light. He was in his kitchen when he noticed that his bedroom light was on again. He was a little worried, but
he managed to convince himself that he bumped it on the way out. Once again he turned it off, only to see it turn on again once he sat down on the
computer. Now convinced someone was in his room he walked in a looked around. At first everything was normal, then in the corner of his eye he noticed
that his closet door, which was open the last time he left the room, was slammed shut. Very cautiously, Mike grabbed his pocketknife and quietly
walked over to the closet door. Sure that something was in there, he flung open the door and hacked straight into the darkness. The closet was empty.
Besides the usual, nothing was in there. Mike grabbed his phone and called me. He told me everything, every detail. I tell by his voice that he was
worried. We were just talking about what it might be when he randomly shouted, “OH, MY GOD!” “Mike, what is it? What’s going on?” I said.
“Phew, sorry. I saw my headlights of my mom’s car and thought more lights were coming on. Oh well.” “Ok. I’ve got to go. I’ll tell you if
anything happens to me.” I hung up.
January 7, 2007- I (Lucas May) was laying down to get ready to go to sleep and I was staring at a lamp in the corner of my room. The air was cold so I
pulled my blanket up over me. I stuck my hands under my head and continued to stare and the lamp. I was getting tired when out of the bloom the
circular switch on the lamp turned and clicked on. I jolted up and shouted “OH MY GOD!!” So loud it nearly woke up the whole house. I grabbed my
cell phone and sent a text message to Mike. Then as quickly as the light came on, it clicked off. I could feel a strong present stronger then any
ghost I’ve ever seen but not overwhelmingly strong. It felt like a very powerful ghost, or more likely some kind of lower class demon. “I know
your still here, so why don’t you show yourself, finish the job?” I said aloud. Silence. Then I remembered a couple weeks ago Mike and I drew
these symbols above my bed, making my bed like a supernatural lockdown. I was safe. I started to feel complete control when the light clicked back on.
I told myself not to be worried. “Turn that light off.” I demanded. “Turn it off.” I said raising my voice. “TURN IT OFF!” I shouted.
Nothing happened. After about five minutes I got up and turned it off myself. Then I lied down and tried to get some sleep. In the background I heard
faint eerie breathing. I stopped breathing and covered my mouth to make sure it wasn’t me. The breathing got louder. “I’m scared of you.” I
said. It got louder. I lied back down and tried to ignore it, but it continued to get louder. “You realize that Mike and I are going to send you
back to Hell where you belong.” I told it. All I heard as a response was fake twisted laughter. The noise died down and I was able to fall asleep
after a couple hours of tossing and turning. When I got to school I wondered if I had dreamed the entire thing. I opened my phone and checked my
Outbox Msg 12
We need to talk somethings wrong txt back
Sent: 1/7/07 9:50pm
January 8, 2007- I told Mike about what happened and he told that his kitchen lights kept flickering on and off when he was trying to make breakfast.
I did some research and found some stuff that helped support my low class demon theory. I found out that some demons are scared of the name of
‘God’. That could explain why the light turned off so quickly when I said, ‘Oh my God’. That some weaker ones are startled by loud noises and
going around a room clapping in each corner sometimes temporarly gets keeps them away. I am almost out of characters so look for the continued