I'm only 14 years ancient, but I've been exposed to paranormal events since I was little, and over the years it's only gotten worse. I used to just see affable ghosts or an ancient lady I had never seen (I later found out it was my great-grandmother), but since I was 10 I have been able to communicate with ghosts.
A few years ago, my mom, dad, and I had just moved into a really nice apartment. I have my own bedroom and bathroom and everything seemed perfect and joyful. My favorite thing in my up-to-date bedroom was the mirrored wardrobe. Well, after a month of living there, I have completely changed. I wasn't that joyful, intelligent kid anymore, I wasn't even myself anymore, I was more depressed, I felt like I was dying, I failed every class, and I had an extreme attitude. There was only one person I could talk to who understood me, and that was my newest friend that I had just made this year (Her name is Alice).
I told her what was happening and she stated that she felt negative energy around me and my room. I assumed I had just hit a bump in the road and it would get better. But it was getting worse. Alice spent the night practically every other day and on weekends, and we decided to make a ghost movie one night, just as a joke. But as we watched the video, we overheard an elderly man say, “Get off and stop,” and then we heard stagnant. That night we hid under the covers but I felt someone watching us and suddenly I heard my mirror creak and I looked at it as it opened and then closed again. By this time I was terrified and woke up my friend and we just hung out in the living room until my mom got up.
2 months later another friend of mine who I had known for years spent the night. When I woke up, I was in a deep sleep and I knew the spirit had returned. I kept saying go away, leave me alone and suddenly the blankets were ripped off my bed and I was pushed back into a lying position and suffocated. I couldn't breathe, but I managed to kick my friend and wake her up. When she woke up, I could breathe again, I started crying and told her what was happening.
Later that night I felt like something was running through my head like a cat, but my cat wasn't even in the room. I started cleaning my room and singing songs and everything got better. But one night I got out of the shower and went to my room. As I was getting my pajamas, I looked in the closet mirror and saw a man lying on my bed, holding a red and orange ball and laughing. I just froze, started screaming, ran to my mom and cried. I finally told her what was going on only to find out that she had some incidents too.
My dad said she saw shadows outside my room and wouldn't dare walk down the hall to my room. I thought my closet was a portal because of these incidents and I could hear people talking in it. I realized that I had my first encounter with a demon, and the guy who had previously lived in my room was a devil worshiper. My family and I moved into a very nice, non-haunted house. But I will never forget my first demon.
