When I was younger wierd stuff always used to happen to us. At our first haunted place, they used to torment my sister, moving her crib across the floor and making her stuffed animals dance and fly around our room. We moved, but it seemed to follow. As a three year old, they would use me as their translater telling my mom that 'a simple coke won't heal the pain, they'll come either way.' Then they would set alarms to go off at 3 a.m. playing church music followed by laughter and voices that said, 'you think this will save you, we'll get you either way.' Again we moved trying to escape this problem, but once again it followed. At six, I was too little to understand any of it. But as I grew up there was one night I remember very specifically because there was no way to explain it other then the obvious. My house was haunted by evil spirits. I was downstairs asleep in my room on a hot summer night when these screams and noises echoed from wall to wall chanting 'GET OUT, GET OUT!' I first disregarded it because I didn't want to believe it, but the sudden cold chill on a July night brought me to realize what was happening. Shadows with eyes seemed to come out of the ceiling hoover over me briefly then disappeared. Later in the morning when I questioned my mom, she had a 'experience' of her own the same night. The same shadows that tormented me, moved upstairs to my mom. She recalls them all leaning over her with their eyes narrowing in as they chanted 'We're gonna get you, you can't get rid of us.' My mom, being a very religious person, began to recite prayers in hopes to win them over. But they were very persistant in their threats and decided to leave a little reminder. Cold air swept over her bed and like a gust of powerful wind and seemed to go in the direction of her walk-in closet. In the morning after I had told her of my experience, she told me of hers and led me upstairs. She wasn't lying and neither were they. We always would be reminded, because on the closet door, amidst the designs, layed a noticeable appearance of two shadowed figures. Each with specific attention drawn to their protruding horns, deep black eyes, skeleton like teeth and ribs, and black skulls where their legs should be. I had never seen anything like it. No type of wood design goes that far. After that incident things got worse, they won't attack my dad in his sleep until his screams of 'What do you want, Who are you!' woke up my 17 year old sister. Scared, she grabbed a knife and ran up stairs thinking to find an intruder, but instead found just my dad in the middle of 4 shadows that dissapered with a gust of cold air. Coincidently, we moved a year later. They house was torn down because of termites. We haven't been bothered yet. Somehow I think along with the house our tormentors left. Or maybe they still exist, roaming the lot where our house once stood. Either way they got what they wanted, we left. And they were wrong, they couldn't haunt us forever. How it changed my life:It freaked me out, made me paranoid and more aware of what the after life holds and how serious it is.
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