MThe mother divorced my father in 2000, and until 2001 we lived with her boyfriend and we will soon be her husband Eric. I was recent in his house and city. I quickly made friends with a superstitious girl who was not afraid to try something at least once. We both were brought up LDS (Mormoni) and we both doubted our religion. Trying to answer many questions, we decided to utilize her sister's Ouija board. Some of our questions were given to answers, but many of them remain unanswered. A bit disappointed we went to her room to talk. That night, when we were lying in her room, unable to sleep, we began to hear Tash sounds outside the door of her bedroom. She is afraid to open the door, we turned the lithe and watched her door, praying to stay closed. Unfortunately, the door did not remain closed. I heard many stories about the door that is open alone, and if the door opened, I expected it to open. It wasn't like that. The door opened violently, revealing a gloomy corridor. The lithe in her room not only turned off … the bulb cracked. We sat shouting in the gloomy, hoping that someone would hear us and would come with our aid. Unfortunately, that night we were the only living souls at home. We ran from her room upstairs and left the front door. We immediately went to the house of her long -time friend, where we stayed for the rest of the night.
The next morning, we carefully entered her house to find her room completely destroyed. All her things were thrown, the room and the mattress lay next to her bed. When her parents returned home, they called the police and reported her as an intruder. They surprised the police, they did not know where the “intruder” came from, what his motive was, how the lithe fell apart and a single fingerprint was found.
We thought we went through with what had ever entered the room that night, but we were wrong. Every night around 2:30 to 3:30, I was tormented for the next month. I heard my name in the gloomy and once I was even forced to wake up by my bed. My mother rejected my stories as outrageous and an attempt to attention. I didn't want to sleep in my room and you could often find on the couch in our salon in the morning. Then a month after the first attack he just stopped. I began to think that maybe I had an illusion and may suffer from a psychotic episode. I just tried to forget, but I couldn't have been like it was in the gloomy.
Two years later I put a huge amount of nonsense at my mother's home, I moved with my father and his family. I felt unthreatening at my dad's home and I could live my life as if nothing happened. I was free and lived on the edge. My dad gave me space, understanding and time to cure. When I sat down and finally I was free from my loads, it started again. This time it was more subtle. I would dream of hatred and unspeakable horrors. One of my worst dreams was a adolescent girl who committed suicide after a violent attachment of her best friend. I would wake up later, always at 5:00 am. This is still happening today. If I manage without sleep, I am whispering my name. Whatever it is, not only attacked me, but also attacked my friend, who certainly suffered more than me.
