And I think it's my fault. (mind you this is a fairly long story, sorry, I didn't know how to shorten it up)
Let me start off by saying my parents have been married for 30 years or so, they've never had any problems whatsoever. They've always been as happy as any couple could ever be. We've only lived in the US for 15 years and we finally settled down six years ago in a pretty big house. Both my parents had a job and were doing fine, I was going to middle school....
Then all our problems started. I don't know if it began since we moved into the house, or if it was when I started doing what I wasn't supposed to... Let's just say I made friends with a really evil girl, Lexi. We both started getting into gothic stuff, I started wearing all black, drawing pictures of satan and such ( I was 11 or 12 at the time) and we started getting into witchcraft. We would have these seances every week at my house, completely unprotected and uprepared. We tried to call any type of spirit, any demon, anything at all. The only time we ever got an answer was when all the candle flames started stretching out towards my bedsheets, no matter how far we put them till they actually caught on fire. Luckily we put it out before anyone knew what was happening. Lexi and I had problems after that because she would humiliate me and call me a slut and say she was embarrassed to go out in public with me.
We stopped being friends after that. I got into this really depressing stage where I would cut myself, I had no friends, would stay in my room locked up... And that's when my family started having problems.
All this while, after Lexi and I had our seances, my family and I would start seeing things... and hearing things. My dad works home alone because he's self-employed and he hears footsteps around the house all the time. I would hear those footsteps outside my bathroom door, like they walked to the door and walked away, and would freak out.
I was once home alone and I heard someone pound really hard on the door and I got so scared that I called the police. When he got there, he found nothing.
At night, my mom hears things falling in her room and when she turns on the light, there's nothing there. My aunt, who now lives with us, says that every day she hears something climb out of her bed at night and walk away, so she uses ear plugs. I wake up paranoid sometimes just to see a silhouette at my door, like someone turned on the light in the hallway and walks away when I look at them.
My parents are having problems now, they got divorced, they have problems every day.... My dad just isn't the same person anymore. He looks like he's empty. I sometimes feel unnecessarily depressed and start crying... My mom gets drunk and bickers at me every day. What happened to the loving family we once were?
I see these black shadows on the wall in the hallways, but there isn't anything that causes them, no objects or anything like that. I see these white figures flash beside me all the time, like they're walking in front of me but they disappear. My mom has seen that same white figure in the garage, so has my dad in the basement...
Those things (the footsteps and such) used to only happen once a week or so but now they're happening every day. One time all four of us (me, my mom, dad and aunt) woke up at the same time because we all heard someone screaming in our face... I hear whispering in my ear at night all the time, and someone walking away...
All my friends who come over don't come back because they get scared shitless.
It's like whatever is in our home wants to cause us misery, but doesn't want us to go. Once we all decided to move out, that way my dad could live in a new home and me and my mom could go live in another. My parents changed their mind, though, and took the house off market. My mom decided to move to a house with my aunt and leave my dad with the house we currently own but then my aunt and mom got in a fight and changed their minds. Now my mom wanted to move to an apartment with me, but then she changed her mind. So after a year of everyone (but me) changing their minds on what they want to do, we're still stuck in this house.
The house was new when we bought it, only 8 years old, so it can't really be anybody that died... I just don't know what to do.
I'm thinking of having a seance again (this time casting the circle for protection and everything) and my mom has even agreed to do it with me. The only one who doesn't want to do it, he even screamed at us when me and my mother suggested it to him, was my father. I tell you, he isn't the same guy as before. He's gotten into the habit of locking himself in his office meditating for hours... I've had to get my mother to break open the door because he was in there meditating for 6 hours straight and we were worried.
Should I attempt to contact whatever is tormenting us? I really would like to know why he or she is doing this to us, what do they want? I am tired, sick of everything that's been going on.
Should we move away finally? I'm underage still so I can't make any of those decisions, but whenever my mom or dad does, they end up changing their minds all of the sudden... I don't know why.
Just please, whoever was actually able to read my long-ass story could you help me?
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