absolutely. I've always been into anything to do with horror growing up. I was reading goosebumps and watching are you afraid of the dark and that turned into the grudge and secret window . And then that turned into me going to supposedly haunted houses / hospitals/ asylums and doing seances to actually talk to these people . I absolutely believe in hauntings and bad luck . I live for those things.
I was living in florida for a year and a half, if my followers didn't already know, and I met one of many bestfriends down there. Well one day while sleeping at her place in her spare bedroom I would start seeing reflections in the tv but just brushed it off because hauntings never freak me out. This happened every so often and I just kept brushing it off and I never mentioned It to her .
One night we had a couple of friends over and we were just drinking and my friends phone rang so he took it outside . We then heard a loud banging at the door, immediately I thought it was him just trying to scare us but when I looked out the window he was still at the end of the driveway . So I got my friend and we still were hearing the loud banging at the front door , it was like someone was desperately trying to get in. I grabbed a butcher knife and opened the door. Nothing there.
We called our friend to come inside incase someone was actually out there. A fee hours we all went to bed and I started hearing the loud banging again. This time at my window, the front door, everywhere. I sat up in bed and started calling my friends name because I panicked . I laid back down because there was no way in hell I was getting up to see what was happening. I heard the door open and my two friends talking . So I finally got up and went into the kitchen with them and I guess my friend had locked himself out. I yelled at him for banging on my window and freaking me out and he told me it wasn't him. At this point I'm getting pretty weirded out .
Its 3am and I'm finally getting back into bed and I look up at the tv and I saw a reflection again but this time it was tall , and skinny . I thought it was one of my friends going into the bathroom but now I know it wasn't . But that explain action comes later in the story.
After that night I refused to sleep in that room for months.
A couple of days later I was sitting at the same house when we started talking about ouija boards a subject that completely freaks me out. My friend told me a story about how one night her and her friend had played around with one. After that both of their parents tried to kill themselves, their doctors both told them they had ovarian cysts along with multiple other things that were happening.
They kept fucking with it and this entity kept getting stronger. They realized that this entity, this demon was going to mess around with their lives until they killed themselves.
They stopped talking to it and playing with the ouija board .
One day at her old apartment with get boyfriend he happened to walk by the bedroom. All the lights were off but my friend had been changing her shirt. He opened the door to tell her something and stopped , turned pale and ran into the living room. She ran after him and asked him what was wrong and word for word he said " there was a figure standing behind you that was taller than the ceiling . It was hunched over with long claws that were hung your shoulders"
The moved several times and this demon kept following her getting weaker and weaker because she paid no attention to it.
Then I was introduced . After being told that story and after all of that happening with the loud banging I slept in that bedroom one last time before I moved back to MA . Nothing happened but I had a dream. It was this huge green and black snake . It was slithering on the floor and up into the bed and was trying to strangle me. What freaked me out was when I told my friend about the dream that morning she already knew the details of the snake because she and her friend had that same exact dream the night after they played with the board and everytime they sleep in the same bed together. Then explained that everytime someone new comes into her life it's like the demon tries to connect to someone else for more energy until it finds someone who will give it to him.
So yes, I don't walk under ladders , and I don't play with ouija boards
