The Evil I Unleashed

In 2004 I was 12 years old and it was the start of the new school year. Me and my best friend Kate made friends with a girl named Sarah who was really interested in the paranormal. When I was around Sarah we were always talking about ghosts and the occult. One day Sarah told me and Kate she had been doing some research on witchcraft and the Wiccan beliefs, she then suggested that we try out some spells.

So we did, I wanted to see if they worked and I'm not sure if Kate really believed in anything supernatural but we tried it out anyway.

We got spells from websites, from books and made some of our own up.

Sometimes these spells we cast actually seemed to work, for example I cast one to make me get good grades on my tests and I did, even though I'm not that smart. After some research I told Sarah and Kate to not put any curses on people because this was 'black magic', I'm not sure if they listened because I heard them casting a curse on a teacher once and they even made voodoo dolls.

One night my parents went out and I was home alone, I hopped onto the computer for a while and then I noticed a reflection in the monitor coming from behind me. It looked like these red eyes. As soon as I noticed them I felt a burning hot air from behind me so I jumped up and looked around but nothing was there. I was really frightened by this and I had no idea what it was but I sensed that there was something angry with me.

Sarah also had an experience, she told me she would see a human silhouette-like figure in her house. No one else in her family could see it and then Sarah told me she believed she was being constantly followed by a spirit of a young girl.

My haunting continued, I always felt like something was there watching me and that it hated me. I didn't know what it was but I just knew it was there. Me and my friends decided to stop doing spells because we now believed we had opened doors to a world we had no idea even existed.

For the next year I saw things in my home when I wasn't at school, no one else in my family did, only me.

I walked into my room once and saw black energy over my bed (looked like black smoke), I saw a white face staring at me from my ceiling one night and one morning I was getting ready for school and saw a faceless woman in olden day clothes. The worst one was at the end of that year in the Christmas holidays when I was 13. I was reading a book about Myths and Legends, I was home alone and was reading a part about the medieval witches. I then looked up to see a black shadow figure standing infront of me, it disappeared quickly with a gust of wind. I was so frightened by it, I closed the book and put it back on the shelf and ran to my room. I then felt it's presence enter my room even though I couldn't see it. I just felt it standing there and got this horrible feeling of dread and could sense that it hated me. I felt like I just had to get out of that house and as I ran for the door the book flew off the shelf and onto the floor. I felt safe outside, it couldn't follow me out there.

For the next few years I got on with my life and only occasionly saw anything paranormal. I guess I just learned to live with it.

When I was 15 I dropped out of school and spent a lot of time alone at home. I got quite depressed because I lost friends (including Sarah and Kate) and had nothing to do with my life. I felt that the presence that I had seen and felt when I was 13 had come back and it seemed to be stronger now. I was so emotional.

As soon as I was alone in my house I felt like it was there, I heard it and I could somehow sense it, it followed me around and just stood there watching me. I began getting so depressed I considered suicide. I was just so miserable, at times I felt like I would do things that weren't me and looking back on this experience I believed I was at times possessed. I remember getting angry at my mother who had cooked me dinner and I didn't want to eat it. Then suddenly in what seemed like a blink of an eye my plate of food was all over the wall and my mom who was now yelling at me. She told me I had gotten aggressive and had thrown the plate at her. I have no memory of this, I believe it took control of my body.

When I was 16 I had enough. I sat down in my room and closed my eyes, I tried to communicate with it. At this stage, I didn't believe in demons and thought it might just be an angry ghost. I tried to ask it what it wanted but it didn't communicate with me at all, then the next part is really hard for me to recall but I visualized in my mind it leaving. I wanted it to go back where it came. All I remember is having this vivid vision of flying through space, seeing darkness and stars, then eventually falling into the sun. I felt like this entity was being burnt up.

That was it, I never felt it or saw it again.

The next few years for me were hard, I suffered depression and had a difficult time getting a job and completing my education. Now at age 19, I've done a lot of research on the supernatural and believe my experience was with a demon. I believe I had let it come in through doing witchcraft.

I'm rebuilding my life now and I thank God that I didn't kill myself because who knows what would've happened to my soul if that thing got me. I've chosen to share my story on here because I want people out there to know that evil does exist and it will try and destroy your life and also to be careful with messing with the occult.