The first time I saw a ghost was when I was in first grade, after my grandmother died. She came back to comfort me and my grandfather, so since then I've never been surprised by ghosts or anything else you want to call them.
We (my mother and I) moved into an apartment. It seemed nice and tranquil. But after a while something just didn't feel right. I always felt like someone was watching me, so I ignored it and turned on the radio or something. One night I went to bed, my mother was already asleep, and as I was laying there something grabbed my ankle. I turned around, looked at my mother and she was speedy asleep. The scary thing is that I found out that a few years ago a man committed suicide on our porch. Luckily we moved out of there.
I also went to a miniature church while living there. This pastor was talking about a kidnapping. Now remember I was sitting by myself, no one was sitting behind me, all of a sudden I heard a growl and it said “don't believe any of this.” That scared me.
Now the worst so far, we were living with my uncle. Something was wrong again. At night it seemed like someone was watching me, something was trying to push me down the stairs, I took a few pictures in the mirror of my Halloween costume and one was a spooky hand running its fingers through my wig and another picture was a pair of inhuman eyes in the background.
At that time my uncle's cancer came back and he was close to death. So everyone's emotions were high. One night my mom asked “did you hear that?” I asked her what she heard and she told me “it sounds like growling”. There were other voices. Again, thankfully, we moved and everything is tranquil. No bad feelings or strange happenings.
And one last thing, deciding not to believe in the devil will not protect you from him. Only God can protect you from him.
