I recently touched on a demonic experience I’d had in another thread and received two PMs asking me to tell the full story. I seemed unable to
respond to them by PM (I assume because my account is new.)
The topic was brought up here.
Note: I was never on any medication, illegal drugs or alcohol during these encounters. I didn’t have schizophrenia or was given to
The full story:
Being a Sensitive, I have experienced paranormal activity my whole life. Some experiences were positive, some negative and some just plain weird.
It’s therefore difficult to pinpoint exactly when, where and how this all began, but I’ll try.
My family moved into a new house about 18 years ago (when I was around 15 years of age.) It was a nice country home on a hill, overlooking forest and
some ocean. The elderly locals had long-ago named it Mount Pisgah, a reference to the hill upon which Moses witnessed the Promised Land (I only
mention this in case its biblical reference is of any significance.) It was a major step up from the trailer we had been living in, which had been
near relatives we no longer wished to be near for various reasons (they were also involved in evil occult activities (which I’ll skip for now as to
At one point my sister and I experimented with a Ouija board, I think before the paranormal activity first started. Neither of us believed anything
would happen. We tried a couple times until we really called out for a local spirit to answer us. Then the planchette began moving as if a third hand
was doing it. At first we accused each other of moving it, opening our eyes to figure out how it was moving. But clearly an unseen force was moving
it. I cannot remember its name and we did not write it down, but it did give us a name and other details, such as its sex and how it died. I was more
unnerved by this than my sister and so I put an end to it.
She convinced me to try it two other times, both of which failed to produce results. Although, the third time I had a negative feeling, as if we were
tapping into something dangerous. I then decided to stop it and never wanted to experiment with it again. I wanted it burned or thrown away, but to
this day it remains in my old bedroom closet.
Paranormal activity started. My mother and sister would occasionally hear voices speaking some foreign language elsewhere on the property, but when
they’d look, and no one was around. These voices sounded like Gypsies to them, but I suggested they may have been ghosts of Native people. They each
also saw lights in the sky at night outside their windows (looking out opposite sides of the house), apparently similar to fireworks. My sister and I
one night watched an orb (larger than a firefly) move about the bushes. Whenever either of us looked directly at it, it would disappear (even to the
one looking away.) Multiple nights we’d also watch a UFO which appeared as a normal star in the sky, which would move in loops but then hold
perfectly still for 2-20 minutes and then start moving again.
Two mornings in a row the TV turned on by itself as soon as I entered the room. Another morning, I heard an odd rocking sound as I passed by. I
ignored it, lost in thought (as I often am.) I proceeded to pour myself some milk and make toast. After maybe three minutes or so the rocking sound
caught my curiosity. I went into the bathroom and saw the shampoo bottle rocking back and forth on the sink. Soon it rocked quickly until it came to a
stop. I pulled it back one way and another, trying to make it rock like it had been, but it would only rock maybe once each time. (And yet it had been
rocking on its own for at least three minutes straight!)
But it gets stranger...
One sunny morning I sat on the couch and started reading a magazine of my mom’s (which I never did.) The TV was on, volume low. The dog lay in the
den, asleep, and a cat on one of the lower steps. I was home alone. A noise started in my parents’ bedroom. At first it sounded like two of our cats
were running around (perhaps one chasing the other) as they knocked things down off nightstands, etc. I was surprised, as our cats were not that
active and my parents always kept their bedroom door closed. But the bumps and crashes grew louder and louder, to the point where it sounded as if a
man was throwing lamps and book shelves around. And then, even worse, as if large pieces of furniture were being thrown. And even worse, as if they
were erratically being thrown off the walls as if the room was literally going amok by itself! After I stood, it stopped.
The animals kept sleeping, undisturbed. The thrashes did not echo off the walls, but the sound was very clear and loud. I didn’t feel anything
negative about it however. I walked up the stairs, inspecting my sister’s room first (I knew it came from the other room but her door was open and
it seemed sensible to check.) Then I opened my parents’ door, expecting to see an utter wreck. Instead, everything was fairly neat and tidy. No lamp
was knocked over, not a book on the floor.
Six months later, I admitted this experience to my mother and sister. They both turned to me with shocked expressions and came out with the same exact
reply: “No, it happened to me!” We talked it over and apparently each of us had experienced the same exact scenario: home alone on a sunny day,
reading on the couch, a cat on a step and the dog near the steps, crashing in my parents’ room which started low and but got worse to the point
where no human could have been responsible. In each case, we didn’t get any threatening vibes from it. We’d look in the room and saw nothing
Only my father never experienced this, and interestingly, he’s never sat on the couch. He always sat in his rocking chair by the wood stove.
Years later, I moved away to Toronto, Ontario, where I lived for nearly two years. I found out the hard way that city life wasn’t for me and I
missed the country. There was a really bad point early on when I mismanaged my finances and found myself unable to pay rent (I was 22 at this point
and on my own for the first time.) My landlord was a druggie and was relying on the rent for different reasons. She was outraged and really lost it on
me, shrieking in my face in a way I’d never experienced or witnessed before. I felt bad about myself, feeling that I’d failed as a man to do my
part. And so, I accepted her hateful energy.
As I did, for just a second, I felt a demon (an evil entity) leave her and enter me, almost as if through her eyes and into mine (but as I was looking
at her at the time, it may just have seemed that way.) Before and after this split-second sensation, I felt no sign of a demonic presence. Although,
almost immediately afterwards, she smiled as if satisfied and walked away. I felt as if she thought she was satisfied with having told me off but was
sub-consciously relieved to have lost a demon which had been possessing her, as if she was unknowingly glad to have given it to me.