Sounds like a demon, they feed of negative energy, they makes bad situations worst, put voices in our head, pretend their family members, all around us thats how they know to act like loved ones who passed away. Like previous posts, just like bible, other religous texts mention, demand their name, say it out loud into the air, they have to tell there name or go away. Also law of attraction negative attracts negative, positive positive. Also u may have a family object or artifact that may have something attatched to it, if something is attracting demons, throw it away or burn it. Hope i have helped, PS don't see any pychics most of them in contact with demons themselves.
Kaeto, on 06 August 2011 - 06:51 AM, said:
Hey, everyone.
Long time reader and occasional poster here.
Forewarning: This may sound ridiculous, but I can only hope that someone SOMEWHERE has answers for me.
The first time I had contact with this thing, I suppose you could call it an entity but I don't know if that's right, was when I was 5 years old. I was living in New Jersey with my very large family in a very small house. I shared a room with two of my sisters and my home life was less than desirable at the time. My brother was battling an addiction to heroin (which he later lost,) my father was an abusive alcoholic, and we lived in a very bad neighborhood that since has been cleaned up.
I was lying in bed, trying to go to sleep. I remember listening to my parents fight. I was nowhere near asleep when I heard "Katie. Katie." It sounded like my brother, who I was very close to at the time. I called out his name and the voice responded with "I'm under your bed. Dad's looking for me." It proceeded to tell me to come under the bed with it. Being terrified of the dark like most children, I told him that I couldn't, and he should just go to his room, Dad would calm down and we'd be OK. I then covered my head with the blanket, tucked it around me and fell asleep eventually.
This would happen periodically over the next two years, always randomly and I always refused to come to it. It wasn't always claiming to be my brother, but I think the thing favored that form because my brother was my world. Just before my eighth birthday it stopped suddenly. And I figured it was OK.
When I turned 11, we moved from New Jersey to Pennsylvania to start over. My dad had stopped drinking and everything seemed alright.
The house we moved into had a bad feeling about it. My family that visited were pushed, bitten, tripped and grabbed. All at different times. We only lived there for about 8 months, for the sake of brevity I'll just list the following details:
1.My dad started drinking again, claiming that the screams from the woods wouldn't stop.
2.Everyone who listened could hear what sounded like the house breathing.
3.Strange noises, lights and shapes could be seen in the surrounding woods and the valley below.
Once we moved into our next house, the thing I had heard as a child came back. This time in force. I heard foot steps behind me everywhere I went. School, the store, my bedroom, everywhere. I would hear what sounded like something pacing along the side of my bed, but I refused to look at it, I honestly didn't want to see it.
During the winter of 9th grade I invited one of my friends over. She, who we will call "Rebecca," my older sister "Elisabeth," and I were sitting on my bed. At the time, I had a futon which was folded into couch-mode and we had a blanket over our laps (this is important,) and our feet were just over the edge. At the same time all of us started screaming about something grabbing our feet. We literally began talking at the same time, so I don't think we were playing off each other. I can't say for them, but I know what I had felt.
About a month later on Christmas Eve I was walking to my room, ignoring the steps I heard behind me. I looked into my room to feel for the light switch because I retained my fear of the dark. I looked at my bed and saw it. This thing was sitting on my bed. It's feet on the bed with it's knees bent. The knees were above it's head, I don't remember seeing it's eyes. Not even with the light from the hall. I pulled my hand back and took off, falling down half the stairs. I then joined my dad on the couch until the sun came up. This was also the last Christmas Eve I had with my father before he died.
For the next 6 months I slept with my younger sister. I refused to go into my room alone. I didn't feel safe in my house. If I was alone, I was on the phone.
Two weeks before my birthday that year, my father died. Two months after my birthday, my best friend died. At that point in my life, the experiences grew more frequent. I felt smothered, I felt entirely paranoid verging on the point of crazy. I moved out of my house and spent the next two years deep into drugs. Cocaine and Delauded were my life. The encounters didn't stop, but grew less frequent.
The apartment I was living in with my friends and boyfriend at the time was on the ground floor of a house. The moment that stands out the most was on a summer night during a moment of clarity. I had been clean for about a week, and we were all going to bed in the living room. There were 7 of us there. I was sleeping on the floor. Just about all of us were asleep when there was a scratching at the door. We thought it was O'Malley, our cat. He had been using the apartment as a litter box so we left him outside that night. Refusing to let him in, we went back to sleep.
In the morning my friends and I stepped outside for a smoke and coffee, I put my foot out the door and tripped. Next to the door there was a hole that was a hole that was about 2 feet deep and 1 1/2 feet wide. We made a joke about badgers and ignored it. (I know we don't have badgers. It was a running joke at the time.)
A few months later I moved out and got my GED. I started college in Philadelphia, where I am now. My apartment is across from an abandoned building. This city has seen better days. For the past 6 months I've heard the foot steps again. I've seen shadows that I can't explain.
My roommate is a 5th generation Pagan and claims to be sensitive to beings. Not just spirits, but beings. She always is warning me about the thing that follows me. It has a name but she won't say it, so I'm not sure if it's true. I never told her about it. She said it wants me. I don't know what that means.
Three hours ago (give or take) we were sitting in our room when she froze and looked out the window. On the building across the street you could make out the shape (barely) of the thing I saw on my bed, perched on the roof.
I have no idea what this is. I don't know what's going on. But I want it to stop. I can't live like this. I need it to stop but I don't know what to do.
Also, before this is brought up, I have no history of mental health disorders. I have very mild Asperger's syndrome, but that only really bothers my social interaction, so I don't think that has much to do with it.
If anyone has had a similar experience, can think of a solution or cause PLEASE let me know.
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being alone in a giant grocery store at night. Who knows? (Probably 
