I apologize for the length of this, but I'm a very detailed person. (Can't help myself.)

In about 1990 I lived in a very nice, large 3-bedroom, split-level duplex. From the street, facing the duplex, I lived on the left side. A very long concrete "common" driveway led from the street, slightly downhill, straight to the front of the duplex, entering the garages. Facing the duplex, you would see two adjacent garage doors on the lower level--my garage door on the left, and the other garage door on the right. There were concrete steps on each side of the driveway (about 8 steps) leading up to the front porches of the units. So, only a wall separated the garages. When entering my duplex from the walk-in door inside my garage, I walked into a large family room, with a bedroom toward the front, and a half bath toward the rear. Also, immediately after entering the family room from the garage, there was a split stairway immediately to the left (toward the front) leading upstairs to the living room, 2 more bedrooms, large bath, kitchen, etc.

Now, about 5 years earlier, I had loaned my lawnmower to a neighbor, who ran over a brick with it, thus totally ruining my mower. The neighbor simply shrugged and said "sorry about that..." -- so, I had to buy myself new mower. Needless to say, my new rule was "never loan the lawnmower!"

When I first moved to the duplex, new neighbors moved in next door about a month later. The lady came over and introduced herself, and asked to borrow my mower. I hesitated, but didn't want to seem unfriendly, so I said okay. I topped off the oil in the mower, filled it with gas, and handed it over to her. Then I heard her out there mowing over sticks and rocks... (ugh!) When she returned the mower, the gas tank was empty... Every week for the entire summer she was at my door, borrowing my mower, and I provided the gas and oil... Then (thankfully) she moved out. (wheh)

So now, once again, I acquired new neighbors. It was a couple in their late 50's or early 60's. The very first week, the lady came over and asked if she could borrow my mower. I had learned to have more gumption, so I politely told her "I'd love to help, but I'll be honest, I've had very bad luck loaning out my lawnmower, and I just can't do it." She indignantly said "Well!" with a nasty look on her face, and she stomped away mad. I thought oh brother...

(sigh)... That was only the beginning of 4 years of hell from that woman. She puffed and stomped every time I saw her outside. During the summer, she would hose her driveway with her garden hose for hours on end, which created an enormous puddle on my side of the driveway. Her water bill must have been incredible. This woman was simply evil.

My teenage daughter had a car, and our routine was for me to park my car in the garage, and my daughter would park her car out front in the driveway. If I needed to leave first, I would drive around my daughter's car. (The previous neighbors did this, as well.) When the evil neighbor saw this, she intentionally began parking her car at the top of her driveway, to block her side, and prevent me from driving around my daughter's car. This forced my daughter to have to back out of the driveway to let me out every time I needed to leave before she did, which was often very inconvenient. Once when my neighbor wasn't home, I pulled around my daughter's car just as my neighbor was coming down the street, and she started honking her horn and waving her hands at me when she saw me driving on her side of the driveway. That night the neighbor left a very nasty note on my front door, saying if she saw me driving on her side of the driveway again, she was going to start charging me rent. Worth mentioning is the fact that whenever this neighbor had company, her company would park at the top of her driveway, and if she wanted to leave, she would drive around their car, driving on MY side of the driveway. Not that I cared, but it was the principle.... and this situation caused me much stress and duress... Evil people somehow create a BIG nasty suffocating air...

One night I came home and found that the evil neighbors had hauled in railroad ties and stacked them down the center of the driveway, creating a wall. Not only that, but huge black carpenter ants were forming a long ant trail from the railroad ties directly into my garage!!!! Luckily I got home just in time to kill the ants just as they were entering my garage. And, by the way, the railroad ties looked really crappy in the driveway!

One day I cleaned and organized the junk on my garage shelves. Afterwards, I was left with a cardboard box full of odds and ends of the ususal garage junk needing to be put away or thrown away. I just sat the box of junk on the floor near the walk-in door, intending to deal with it later. The box sat there for about a month, and I just kept putting it off.

Now (finally) I'll get to the point (and thanks for bearing with me).

Okay, after several years of that evil woman, I had just had my fill. After I got home from work one evening, I was sitting on the sofa in my living room. My sofa faced the opposite direction of my neighbor's side of the duplex, therefore you might say my back was toward her side of the duplex. So, what was between me and the evil woman, was, first of all, my stairway leading downstairs, then, on the other side of the stairway, my garage, if that makes sense.

Now, please don't think I'm crazy. But I did something I have never done in my life (and something I would NEVER do again, EVER!) Suddenly I started thinking about how evil that woman was. I was just sitting there wondering what in the world I could do about her, short of moving out (which I had seriously been contemplating). Then I thought to myself "I just want DEMONS to *get her*!!!" I raised out my hands in front of me, and started making "summoning" gestures, like perhaps a man on an airport runway, motioning for a plane to come toward him. Like that. As I made those gestures, I kept thinking to myself "Get her! Get her!" I was thinking of all the demons in hell, and begging them to hear my thoughts, and to come to my rescue and get that woman. For about 5 minutes, I just kept motioning with my hands, "Come! Come!" I thought to myself, "Get her! Just get her!!!" I was begging with everything I had in me. "Please hear me! Come now!! Get her!!!" I started doing a thumbs-up gesture, repeatedly bringing my hands up, pointing my thumbs over my head, behind me, in the direction of the evil woman's side of the duplex, saying "Come!! Come now!! Get her!!!" Finally I snapped to my senses, thinking to myself, "Okay, that woman really is driving me crazy!!" and I just sat there for a couple of minutes, thinking what a silly thing that was to do.

Then all of a sudden I heard a LOUD crash in my gagage. It sounded to me like a shelf had come loose, and everything on it had fallen on the floor. I thought "oh no, another problem to deal with." I got up, but as I started down toward the first level of the split stairway, I was suddenly siezed with a horrible foreboding feeling. I was gripped with fear. I turned and went on down the stairs into the family room anyway. The door leading into the garage was at the bottom of the stairs. I faced the door, but I was absolutely terrified, and afraid to open it. I just stood there facing the door, and I felt like Satan himself was in my garage, right on the other side of the door. I just stood there with my heart pounding. At that time, I didn't connect the noise in the garage with my summoning of demons a few minutes earlier.

I need to add here that my daughter wasn't home, and I had parked my car out front in the driveway. I knew when I opened that door, I would be looking into a pitch black dark garage. The garage lightswitch was inside the garage to the right of the door. Finally I took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to open the garage door. I flung open the door and immediately swiped my hand up the lightswitch on the right, flipping on the light. What I saw was that cardboard box of junk scattered all over the garage floor. It as as if someone had kicked it as hard as they could. The box was upside down in the middle of the garage floor, and items were tossed and scattered about all over the floor. A single 100-watt lightbulb had been on top of the junk in the box, and what really struck me was that the lightbulb was laying unbroken on the concrete. It didn't even break. I kept "rehearing" that huge crash in my head, realizing that something had kicked that box. But what?? My first thought was that a raccoon or some other animal had gotten inside my garage. Therefore I searched the entire garage, looking for a hole, or any way some animal could've gotten in. The duplex was about 6 years old, so it was relatively new, and the garage ceiling and walls were in perfect condition. there was absolutely no hole anywhere, and no way any animal could have gotten in. And there was no animal in the garage. Besides, I thought to myself, even if there was a raccoon, how could it possibly "kick" a box of junk, sending it flying all over the garage?

Okay, long story for such a seemingly "anti-climax." But is it an anti-climax? Or did I summon a demon? I have always wondered.

You see, I believe in demons. I've heard amazing accounts of demons being summoned by Ouija boards. My daughter had a bad experience with a Ouija board once.

I am convinced I unwittingly dabbled with something better left alone. Or perhaps I shouldn't have stopped summoning so soon. After all, the "demon" only got as far as my garage. Maybe if I'd stayed with it a little longer, the demon might've kicked the living crap out of my evil neighbor!!

I think you were fortunate to have enough restraint that you didn't continue. Whether you would call it a demon or a psychic attack, to kill with magick carries a terrible price. It wouldn't matter that no earthly court would convict you.

You are right. I was fortunate. I have a good heart, and I'm a positive, happy person. I'm not an evil person. That wasn't even like me to sit and try to summon demons. I still can't believe I even did it. I hope everyone understands that after suffering the ugly behavior of the nasty woman next door for several years, it just took its toll on me. I was just so fed up with her, and at my wits end. Probably no excuse... I guess you'd call it one of those "what was I thinking??" moments. Hah-ha.

I totally agree, to summon demons and kill someone would carry a terrible price. And not an earthly one...

Great story wha, it was very..weird

but could you please refrain from using that blue front next time? everything i see that was black is now brown lol

LOL, sorry 'bout ruining your eyes!

No problem ...but has anything happened in the house since? I mean, would a demon magically dissapear like so?

I understand. There have been several people who I would have wished into an early grave for wronging me in painful ways. Though I didn't. Yet they found their own fates without my assistance.
A better use of magick would be bringing a bit of goodness into neighborly relations. Though the way you described things, a creative light-grey lie might have helped save her (and you) from her own meanness. "it's out of gas", "it needs repairs" etc.



As I've experienced things, it not the act of killing through magick that brings consequences, it's the hate required to power it, whether or not harm actually results. It's much better that there should be love underlying our wills.

Id say it was your own energy being directed in that direction, because the demon dident finish its job, id say you had projected your own energy in that direction hence knocking over the boxs.

Funny you should ask. I no longer live in the duplex. However, I did have several other "incidents" in that duplex worth mentioning.

One incident occurred about a year after that. I saw a small artical in the newspaper about a new TV program called "Sightings," which would be true accounts of ghosts, UFOs, and other paranormal happeningss (right down my alley) -- and "Sightings" was scheduled to air in about 4 months. I didn't want to miss it, or forget to watch it, so I put the article on my refrigerator under a magnet, as a constant reminder. In the meantime, I started working a part-time evening job.

When the time came for "Sightings" to air, the TV Guide said the first episode would be about ghosts, and I couldn't wait to see it. Since I had to work that night, I intended to record it, but when the time came, I was so busy working 2 jobs, that I totally forgot to put a tape in the VCR and record it. I was so frustrated and mad at myself, because I'd been waiting for months for that show.

Well, the next week, "Sightings" was to be about "ESP," and I was bound and determined to record it. I rushed home from my day job, with barely enough time to change into my uniform for my evening job, and I couldn't find a blank tape to record "Sightings." Therefore I decided to record it on a tape that I'd already recorded a movie on, at the end of the movie. I started frantically digging through my movies, looking for a tape that would have enough room at the end of the movie to record the program. I decided on Stephen King's "Night Shift." Since the tape had been rewound to the beginning, I had to fast forward to the end of the movie. I was in such a hurry, and I kept fast-forwarding, then I'd hit stop, and I'd still be in the middle of the movie, so I'd hit fast forward again, over and over. I thought I'd never find the end of "Night Shift."

Okay, I finally found the end of the movie, and I put the tape in the VCR. However, I didn't know how to program the VCR to start recording at 7:00 p.m. So I told my teenage daughter to just turn on the TV and hit the record button at 7:00 p.m. I told her don't even worry about editing out the commercials, just hit record. She said great, because she had to leave later on, anyway.

When recording on that VCR, once the tape reached the end, the tape would stop and automatically rewind to the beginning of the tape.

When I got home late that night, I couldn't wait to watch the new program "Sightings," about "ESP," so I turned on the TV. Well, I knew the tape had probably rewound to the beginning, but, for some reason, instead of immediately fast-forwarding through "Night Shift" again, to find "Sightings" at the end of the tape, I simply hit play. To my amazement, "Sightings" immediately came on. Therefore, I naturally thought my daughter had not only recorded "Sightings" for me, but had kindly rewound the tape to the beginning of the program for me, as well. Then I realized the program wasn't about "ESP," but about "Ghosts!" Wow! And not only that, but the commercials were perfectly edited out! My daughter is such a nice person!

The next morning I thanked my daughter for hitting the record button, and I told her how much I enjoyed watching Sightings, and I told her it wasn't about ESP after all, but about ghosts, and I thanked her for editing out the commercials. She looked at me rather confused, and she said, "I didn't edit out the commercials. Remember I told you I had to leave?" She said she watched about the first 15 minutes of the program, and she said it wasn't about ghosts, but about ESP. I told her "no way," that it was about ghosts, and the commercials were edited out. We were both very confused.

Therefore I grabbed the tape, and after considerable watching, fast-forwarding, and rewinding, here's what I found: The "Sightings" program about ghosts (that I'd missed the previous week) was recorded AT THE BEGINNING of the tape, right BEFORE the movie "Night Shift," and the previous evening's episode of Sightings about ESP was recorded AFTER "Night Shift."

Huh?? How could that be??

At first, my daughter accused me of recording "Sightings" the previous week, and forgetting that I'd recorded it. I told her "No way!" Besides, I'd recorded "Night Shift" about 2 years earlier, and I hadn't even watched that movie for over a year. I reminded my daughter of how I'd yanked all my movies off the shelf, looking for a movie with enough room at the end of it to record "Sightings."

I had grabbed "Night Shift" randomly off the shelf. And now, somehow, the previous week's episode of "Sightings" was recorded at the beginning of the tape.......

None of it made sense. And to top it all off, that tape later vanished off my shelf of movies. My daughter and I never figured that one out, and we never figured out where the tape went.

Strange, huh.....

There were other incidents in that duplex involving the kitchen light, and my son had an experience in the downstairs bedroom once, plus he found something strange buried in the backyard, and I had a very odd dream while living there. I'll expound on those in a minute. (I'm such a wordy-gurdy.)

But why the sudden, unexpected, very intense "fear" as I was heading down toward the basement door, and why the feeling something evil, like "Satan," was on the other of the door? Hmmmm.

I have a million things to do today, but I'll tell what happened with the kitchen light in the duplex.

The light fixture in the kitchen was a big round white glass ball, about 18" in diameter, suspended on a long cord, over my dining room table.

The lightbulb had burned out about a year earlier, and I couldn't figure out how to get that big white glass fixture off. A friend dropped by the next day, and he showed me how to remove it. I ran out and bought a lightbulb like the one that had burned out, which was a $6.00 500-watt bulb. Then my friend put the new lightbulb in for me. About an hour after he left, I was washing dishes, with my back to the table, when I had the sudden urge to turn around. When I did, I saw the big glass ball sort of floating downward slowly, almost like a balloon, and I put my hands on my face and squinted my eyes, expecting a huge crash when it hit the table. However, the glass ball sort of floated down, then "bounced" when it hit the table, and I ran over and grabbed it just in time, before it rolled off onto the floor. My dining room table was wood, with a padded cushion on top, covered with a crocheted tablecloth, which is probably why the fixture didn't shatter. However, that big glass ball had fallen waaay too slow... When I put the fixture back on, I realized it had to be seated into the groove just right, which my friend hadn't done, which is why it fell. For some reason, I didn't mention the big ball "floating" down the way it did to either one of my kids. I guess I thought I'd just imagined it.... They wouldn't have believed me anyway, haha. ("Mom, you must be losing it!")

Okay, that was a year earlier. Fast-forward to the incident.

I was scheduled to work all day Saturday, with a 2-hour break in the afternoon. My daughter had reserved a shelter at a nearby lake for all her friends to have a picnic that afternoon, and she wanted me to stop by during my break. So I stopped by. There were about 30 teenagers, with their boom-boxes, and tons of pop and food on the tables, etc. I asked how long they were going to stay there, and my daughter said they would be leaving before dark. I glanced up and saw several light sockets in the ceiling of the shelter, with no lightbulbs in them, and there was a lightswitch on the wall. I told my daugher "Too bad you guys don't have some lightbulbs, because you could stay after dark if you wanted to."

Well, when I got home from work around midnight, I found the big white glass light fixture sitting on the dining room table, and the lightbulb was missing. Therefore, I naturally assumed that my daughter had driven home (only a 10-minute drive from the lake) and taken the lightbulb, to use at the shelter.

The next morning I told my daughter, "I see you changed your mind about putting a lightbulb in the shelter." She said, "What are you talking about?" I motioned toward the kitchen, and repeated what I'd said. My daughter said, "I didn't take the lightbulb..." I thought maybe she was thinking she was in trouble, haha, and I said "It's no big deal, really." My daughter insisted she hadn't taken the kitchen lightbulb, and I asked her "then how did the fixture come to be sitting on the table, with the lightbulb missing?"

She said after the picnic she ran in the house around 6:00 p.m. to put the leftover hamburgers and hotdogs, etc., in the refrigerator, and while she was leaning over, putting them in the fridge, she had the sudden urge to turn around, and she said the big white glass ball just sort of floated down and landed on the table, and she ran over and grabbed it just in time, before it fell on the floor. She said "It just floated, like a balloon, and I didn't know how to put it back on, so I just sat it on the table." I asked her "Then where's the lightbulb?" She said she had no idea, she hadn't even noticed that the lightbulb was missing.....

I pried and questioned her for months, and my daughter has always insisted that she didn't take the lightbulb, and that the fixture had "floated" down to the table. My daughter has always been very honest, and I'm sure she is being truthful about this.

That was years ago, and my daughter and I have discussed this many times, trying to figure out where the lightbulb went, and why that fixture floated like it did.

Odd.....

When my son was 20, his room was the downstairs bedroom in that duplex. Now, trust me, my son is no woos. He's tough and brave, and definitely not subject to crazy delusions...

He always kept his drapes closed, and slept with his bedroom door shut, with no light on, so his room was pitch black.

My son's name is Austin. One morning he told me that in the middle of the night someone whisper in his ear, "Austin..." which woke him up. He said he just layed there for a few seconds, then he heard it again, a loud man's whisper, "Austin..." He said he just froze, laying there in the darkness, wondering who was whispering his name. He heard it a third time, "Austin...." and still he just layed there, scared out of his wits. He said something about the voice gave him chills.

Finally, he said it took everything he had, but he quickly bounded out of bed and flipped on his light. But no one was there.

I asked him if it was a dream, and he said "No way!!" He's mentioned it through the years, saying "I'll never forget that as long as I live!"

I think maybe that duplex was just a little bit haunted...

Just curious but how do you know this?

Doesn't matter, anymore. Mistakes have been paid in full, and learned from.

Hi Ticci, the reason I agreed with that post is b/c the Bible teaches not to worship the Devil, etc. And in every movie I've ever seen about such things, there's always a price. Sort of like selling your soul to the Devil, hah-hah. He'll trick you every time. I can't say that I "know it," but it's sure a popular belief, and I wouldn't want to take any chances, hah-hah...

Oh no. Please don't say you get your practical information from movies! Not always a good idea. (Not that you're necessarily wrong in this case).

Yeah, you have to be selective about which fictional movies you listen to
Like how many people think the price has something in common with what happened to Ed Harley in "Pumpkinhead"?

Or what about Mickey Rourke in Angel Heart??

Good story!
I don't think you summoned a demon or anything, but I think it might be possible that you've had just about enough and your energy might be out of wack, hence the junk knocking over. You should try yoga or meditation to relax. I don't blame you for getting peed at the mean lady, but it's nothing to bust a blood vessel over.

Energy out of wack? What exactly does that mean?

Also, the incident I shared occurred years ago.

Nothing to bust a blood vessel over. Wow. Your advice and your choice of words astounds me........

maybe an Angel kicked the box, the light bulb didnt break because it symbolizes light and the Angel kicked the box to wake you up and realize what you were doing to give you a little scare to get you to come to your senses.

I'm sorry.

I guess the moral of the story is to not live in a duplex.

Haha, an angel kicked the box.. to give me a little scare... ROFL! If that's the case, that angel scared the holy livin' bejesus out of me! I'd love to believe it was an angel, instead of a demon. But believe me, I don't think an angel would strike me with the terror I felt before I opened that garage door. It was an extremely frightening experience. And right before the crash, I had summoned demons. I mean, I had INTENSELY summoned demons. And the crash in the garage after summoning those demons was EXTREMELY loud... so loud that I immediately pictured the shelf full of half-used gallon cans of paint, numerous tools, boxes of stuff, and lots of heavy items on it, falling to the floor. I mean, that crash was LOUD. To be honest, if I picture someone kicking that box in a way that corresponds with the sound of the crash, I picture a football star running at it and kicking it with all his might. Yet that lightbulb survived not only such a kick, but the concrete floor, as well.

Like I said, I'd love to think it was an angel, but an angel (my idea of an angel, anyway) just doesn't fit with the facts, for me, anyway.

Don't be sorry. But don't be feedin' me any crapola, either, LOL! By the way, I didn't bust any blood vessels, but I sure did want to bust a few of the neighbor's blood vessels!!!! She would stand in her driveway for literally hours, simply spraying straight down in one spot on the cement, just to create a river on my side of the driveway. I never once said anything to her about the huge pond of water on my side of the driveway. I refused to let her know it even bothered me. Many times she would go in her house and leave the hose curled up like a snake, spraying a stream out onto her driveway, and she wouldn't come back out for an hour or more. What's up with that?? Oh, and I'd be standing at my kitchen window, looking out at her, or at her garden hose laying there like a snake, spraying a stream into the air, creating a river in my yard, and I would picture my hands curling around that woman's throat.... LOL!!!! Kidding!!!! No, really, seriously, that woman was such an evil person that she really did tweak some dark feelings in me. I could feel it every time I saw her. Something inside me stirred... Maybe it was just a high state of piss-off... But it seemed like my feelings manifested when I summoned demons to get her...

Or, maybe the truth is, SHE was a demon.........

ROFL! There's always someone who misses the point... You are very funny!

Whatha, I found your stories to be simply awesome. Particularly because you are so good at telling them, I love how you detail everything!

Do you have any more stories? I would particularly like to hear what your son found in your backyard?

Yeah, I was just about to ask that...so...what happened?

I read your detailed story....interesting. But as far as I know, and that's more than a little, you can't summon a demon in the manner you described.

Just my opinion, but "be careful what you wish for"...It has been known to come back....But just to let you know, your posts are very interesting..

She was (is) a very mean person. No doubt karma will catch up with her, if it hasn't already (what goes around comes around).
I wasn't trying to feed you a line of crap. Some people think when your (not you specifically, but people in general) emotions get really strong, like when you were feeling super angry at the neighbor and thinking about demons attacking her, that yours body's energy can increase (like psychokinetic energy) which would be one explaination of why the box would have fallen over. But I don't know if I believe that or not. You might have just psyched yourself out. A lot of people use imagery as a mean to express their emtions, it's very healthy.

Your evil neighbour reminds me of my evil grandmother.

I doubt that you summoned any demons. If you had, I'm sure there would have been a lot more happen than a box crashing about in a garage. I'm going to go with what other people here are saying - it was more likely pent up telekinetic energy. The feelings of foreboding you got could have just been a sort of psychological left-over from all the nasty emotion you'd been feeling a few moments earlier. I know when I've had times of great emotional stress, I've felt generally weird - a bit "doomy", as I call it - for a while after the initial eruption.

what you may of done was not summoned a deamon but a huge emout of energy, ive heard of duidic cults doing the same, all i can say though is be thankfull you din't open the garrage door.

[quote name='WhatTha?' date='Jun 15 2007, 01:33 PM' post='1726029']
I apologize for the length of this, but I'm a very detailed person. (Can't help myself.)

In about 1990 I lived in a very nice, large 3-bedroom, split-level duplex. From the street, facing the duplex, I lived on the left side. A very long concrete "common" driveway led from the street, slightly downhill, straight to the front of the duplex, entering the garages. Facing the duplex, you would see two adjacent garage doors on the lower level--my garage door on the left, and the other garage door on the right. There were concrete steps on each side of the driveway (about 8 steps) leading up to the front porches of the units. So, only a wall separated the garages. When entering my duplex from the walk-in door inside my garage, I walked into a large family room, with a bedroom toward the front, and a half bath toward the rear. Also, immediately after entering the family room from the garage, there was a split stairway immediately to the left (toward the front) leading upstairs to the living room, 2 more bedrooms, large bath, kitchen, etc.

Now, about 5 years earlier, I had loaned my lawnmower to a neighbor, who ran over a brick with it, thus totally ruining my mower. The neighbor simply shrugged and said "sorry about that..." -- so, I had to buy myself new mower. Needless to say, my new rule was "never loan the lawnmower!"

When I first moved to the duplex, new neighbors moved in next door about a month later. The lady came over and introduced herself, and asked to borrow my mower. I hesitated, but didn't want to seem unfriendly, so I said okay. I topped off the oil in the mower, filled it with gas, and handed it over to her. Then I heard her out there mowing over sticks and rocks... (ugh!) When she returned the mower, the gas tank was empty... Every week for the entire summer she was at my door, borrowing my mower, and I provided the gas and oil... Then (thankfully) she moved out. (wheh)

So now, once again, I acquired new neighbors. It was a couple in their late 50's or early 60's. The very first week, the lady came over and asked if she could borrow my mower. I had learned to have more gumption, so I politely told her "I'd love to help, but I'll be honest, I've had very bad luck loaning out my lawnmower, and I just can't do it." She indignantly said "Well!" with a nasty look on her face, and she stomped away mad. I thought oh brother...

(sigh)... That was only the beginning of 4 years of hell from that woman. She puffed and stomped every time I saw her outside. During the summer, she would hose her driveway with her garden hose for hours on end, which created an enormous puddle on my side of the driveway. Her water bill must have been incredible. This woman was simply evil.

My teenage daughter had a car, and our routine was for me to park my car in the garage, and my daughter would park her car out front in the driveway. If I needed to leave first, I would drive around my daughter's car. (The previous neighbors did this, as well.) When the evil neighbor saw this, she intentionally began parking her car at the top of her driveway, to block her side, and prevent me from driving around my daughter's car. This forced my daughter to have to back out of the driveway to let me out every time I needed to leave before she did, which was often very inconvenient. Once when my neighbor wasn't home, I pulled around my daughter's car just as my neighbor was coming down the street, and she started honking her horn and waving her hands at me when she saw me driving on her side of the driveway. That night the neighbor left a very nasty note on my front door, saying if she saw me driving on her side of the driveway again, she was going to start charging me rent. Worth mentioning is the fact that whenever this neighbor had company, her company would park at the top of her driveway, and if she wanted to leave, she would drive around their car, driving on MY side of the driveway. Not that I cared, but it was the principle.... and this situation caused me much stress and duress... Evil people somehow create a BIG nasty suffocating air...

One night I came home and found that the evil neighbors had hauled in railroad ties and stacked them down the center of the driveway, creating a wall. Not only that, but huge black carpenter ants were forming a long ant trail from the railroad ties directly into my garage!!!! Luckily I got home just in time to kill the ants just as they were entering my garage. And, by the way, the railroad ties looked really crappy in the driveway!

One day I cleaned and organized the junk on my garage shelves. Afterwards, I was left with a cardboard box full of odds and ends of the ususal garage junk needing to be put away or thrown away. I just sat the box of junk on the floor near the walk-in door, intending to deal with it later. The box sat there for about a month, and I just kept putting it off.

Now (finally) I'll get to the point (and thanks for bearing with me).

Okay, after several years of that evil woman, I had just had my fill. After I got home from work one evening, I was sitting on the sofa in my living room. My sofa faced the opposite direction of my neighbor's side of the duplex, therefore you might say my back was toward her side of the duplex. So, what was between me and the evil woman, was, first of all, my stairway leading downstairs, then, on the other side of the stairway, my garage, if that makes sense.

Now, please don't think I'm crazy. But I did something I have never done in my life (and something I would NEVER do again, EVER!) Suddenly I started thinking about how evil that woman was. I was just sitting there wondering what in the world I could do about her, short of moving out (which I had seriously been contemplating). Then I thought to myself "I just want DEMONS to *get her*!!!" I raised out my hands in front of me, and started making "summoning" gestures, like perhaps a man on an airport runway, motioning for a plane to come toward him. Like that. As I made those gestures, I kept thinking to myself "Get her! Get her!" I was thinking of all the demons in hell, and begging them to hear my thoughts, and to come to my rescue and get that woman. For about 5 minutes, I just kept motioning with my hands, "Come! Come!" I thought to myself, "Get her! Just get her!!!" I was begging with everything I had in me. "Please hear me! Come now!! Get her!!!" I started doing a thumbs-up gesture, repeatedly bringing my hands up, pointing my thumbs over my head, behind me, in the direction of the evil woman's side of the duplex, saying "Come!! Come now!! Get her!!!" Finally I snapped to my senses, thinking to myself, "Okay, that woman really is driving me crazy!!" and I just sat there for a couple of minutes, thinking what a silly thing that was to do.

Then all of a sudden I heard a LOUD crash in my gagage. It sounded to me like a shelf had come loose, and everything on it had fallen on the floor. I thought "oh no, another problem to deal with." I got up, but as I started down toward the first level of the split stairway, I was suddenly siezed with a horrible foreboding feeling. I was gripped with fear. I turned and went on down the stairs into the family room anyway. The door leading into the garage was at the bottom of the stairs. I faced the door, but I was absolutely terrified, and afraid to open it. I just stood there facing the door, and I felt like Satan himself was in my garage, right on the other side of the door. I just stood there with my heart pounding. At that time, I didn't connect the noise in the garage with my summoning of demons a few minutes earlier.

I need to add here that my daughter wasn't home, and I had parked my car out front in the driveway. I knew when I opened that door, I would be looking into a pitch black dark garage. The garage lightswitch was inside the garage to the right of the door. Finally I took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to open the garage door. I flung open the door and immediately swiped my hand up the lightswitch on the right, flipping on the light. What I saw was that cardboard box of junk scattered all over the garage floor. It as as if someone had kicked it as hard as they could. The box was upside down in the middle of the garage floor, and items were tossed and scattered about all over the floor. A single 100-watt lightbulb had been on top of the junk in the box, and what really struck me was that the lightbulb was laying unbroken on the concrete. It didn't even break. I kept "rehearing" that huge crash in my head, realizing that something had kicked that box. But what?? My first thought was that a raccoon or some other animal had gotten inside my garage. Therefore I searched the entire garage, looking for a hole, or any way some animal could've gotten in. The duplex was about 6 years old, so it was relatively new, and the garage ceiling and walls were in perfect condition. there was absolutely no hole anywhere, and no way any animal could have gotten in. And there was no animal in the garage. Besides, I thought to myself, even if there was a raccoon, how could it possibly "kick" a box of junk, sending it flying all over the garage?

Okay, long story for such a seemingly "anti-climax." But is it an anti-climax? Or did I summon a demon? I have always wondered.

You see, I believe in demons. I've heard amazing accounts of demons being summoned by Ouija boards. My daughter had a bad experience with a Ouija board once.

I am convinced I unwittingly dabbled with something better left alone. Or perhaps I shouldn't have stopped summoning so soon. After all, the "demon" only got as far as my garage. Maybe if I'd stayed with it a little longer, the demon might've kicked the living crap out of my evil neighbor!!
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The problem here is, that Demon could have kicked the living crap out of you. Be very careful what you "wish for." Try to NEVER wish harm on another, with that brings a great deal of negative energy to you and yours. Your neighbor was not evil, just mean spirited so to speak. But truly if she died due to what you think you conjured up, how would you ever live ever live with yourself? I honestly dont feel raising your hands and summosing something, works. What you did in my opinion is let your anger fester over the years because of a lawn mower. Ask yourself one question? "How important is it in the grand scheme of things?" If she was nasty and mean, that is her problem, and you could have gotten an order of protection to keep her away from your property and be the bigger person. I don't believe you or anyone has the ability (unless they dabble with the real occult) can conjure up a Demon. I believe what you did was wrong, and sort of evil itself. I am not judging you, but simply making an observation. These things come back to people 3 fold, and then some. If you believe in evil, then evil breeds evil. I would simply pray that you were not harmed and nothing happened to that nasty neighbor.

I very much doubt that you summoned a demon at all and it simply wont go do your wish right away . Plus there are many different ways of calling/summoning one , but by simply doing what you explianed completely shut my eyes to the possibility of it being one. (my personal opnion and no disrespect)

The possibility of all your negative and hateful energy could of drawn something your way would be a better conclution in my eyes . Indeed maby something evil was hanging around been drawn towards the energy and your thoughts . As for the garbage you explained that you search for traces of animals which caught my eye of being a bit wiered , but i still don't think you used powers to knock it off the possibility of a cat woundering around or your *evil lady* doing something to spite you keeps poping up in my head .

But i sence two sides to the story here . I mean over a mower she hated you soo much for not lending it , she decided to waste water for hours just out of spite which would make her pay money at the end of the day which competely got me questioning it (crazy lady would be better) personally i would of been angry but would of laughed at her stupidity . Her never parking her car at the top of the driveway then suddenly parking it there , sure was spiteful but she does have the right to do soo .

JustNormal sumed it up nicely by saying *you could have gotten an order of protection to keep her away from your property and be the bigger person* cause reading your story she won your little battle by making you do and think the way you did .

Ah I hate Ouiji boards.
And I too was foolish enough to try to do a similar act when I was like 12 or 13. I'm posting details soon.

I was stalked for almost an intire year by a "dark entitiy" that seemed to want to do me harm.
oo; then I had an out of body and met with a strange, demonic looking creature who called himself "Kiiro" and had shiney black skin, glowing yellow eyes, clawed hands, and a dark brown cloak. He actually stopped the dark entity from following me and destroyed it. Atleast that was what he told me. I remember Kiiro so specifically. Even the sound of his voice. It was mature and wizened, with an accent that sounded like German, Russian, and British all mixed together, and his original language (he used it to talk to someone else) sounded like clicks and hisses. He said he was the first of his kind to learn English. Ever since he's been protecting me from paranormal (and some regular kinds) of harm

Why can't people get a couple hundred posts before making crazy claims. First post, man what a doozy.

I dont believe so at all. I think your anger, frustration and dabbling with the occult of which you knew nothing about, came back to you, which anyone with knowledge would predict, and trust me, it came back 3 fold. The very minute you wish death, harm or evil on another, it comes to YOU, for simply asking for it. All that over a lawn mower? Also there might be an underlying reason as to why ever neighbor asked to use your lawn mower to begin with, did you ever try to think about that, instead of getting angry? I believe that you had some evil in your soul at the time, hence the outcome. I pray you NEVER do that again, and that it doesnt come back and I suggest you do the same..

Your really tell the story well, you should write some books. As far your incidents the recording could have been done during sleep walking, maybe you picked the tape the second time under some sorth of faint memory of using it before. As far the box falling over maybe it was your nieghbor doing a pre-emtive demon strike at you. But really can you tell some more stories I like the details, and your methodical slow path to the climax but the climax can use a little kick to it. Bravo