My name is Keri. My best friend Tasha and I met in the 7th grade, we're now in the 10th. We had both had weird things happen before we met, but when we actually started hanging out, that's when things got really bad.
The first incident was when Tash was sleeping over at my house. In my old house, there were two rooms straight across from each other. One being mine, and one being my (at the time) 6-year-old sister's. It was our 3rd or 4th sleepover together, and I woke up while Tasha was sleeping.
My family is always up early, so I went downstairs to let Tash sleep in a bit. I sat down on my couch next to my sister and parents. My sister loves Tash, she's babysat her a couple times, and she's always nice to Angie (you'll realize why I'm telling you this in a moment). About 20 minutes later Tash comes downstairs and just stares. With the most confused look on her face, she looks at Angie and asks, "Weren't you just upstairs kiddo? I just gave you a hug." Angie looks at her and says, "No, I've been down here with mom and dad."
Confused, I take Tasha to my room and she tells me when she woke up she walked out my door and saw Angie sitting on her bed watching cartoons. When she saw Tasha, she asked for a hug, so Tasha hugged her, then went downstairs making no stops in between. Meanwhile, Angie had been sitting on the couch with me the whole time Tasha had been talking to/ hugging "her". If it hadn't been for the terror and confusion on her face, I wouldn't believe her. But Tasha isn't one to lie for attention.
Our friendship has had a lot of ups and downs, but the weird thing is, when we're friends is when things happen. When we aren't speaking, nothing happens. For instance, one time Tasha went home after staying at my house. She went to have a nap, and woke up to my sister laying in her bed. I'm wondering if it's not some type of child demon? But she describes her as my sister, even wearing my sisters nightgown. She called me after, crying her eyes out because she was so scared. She told me it was like she couldn't move. Like something was holding her down, and there was a very terrible feeling throughout her body.
Other than that, she's had minor things like the TV turning on by itself, the radio WHILE UNPLUGGED turning on, footsteps going up and down the stairs while home alone. Her cat would sit and hiss at thin air, voices, doors opening and closing on their own, just scary things.
Now, onto me. I move around a lot. Throughout my whole life, I've probably lived in 30 houses, but the one thing that never changes is how I can't be alone in a room. I need someone, or an animal, with me. I feel a deep weight and darkness when I'm alone in a room. When I walk out of a room, I can feel something follow me. I automatically want to run. I see things, black shadows that move when I look at them, people. I hear voices, footsteps, and shuffling outside any door I close.
Now, here are my incidents that make me cry when I explain them. One day I was dancing around my room, like a teenager, and I picked my phone up, put it on camera, and aimed it at my mirror to take a picture. I looked up at the screen, and dropped my phone. Standing behind me was a girl, or woman. She had medium black/brown hair and black eyes. In a white nightgown. Like my friend had described the thing on her bed.
Next, the worst one. On my birthday I invited Tasha, Oneen, and Cassi over to my house for a sleepover. We all watched a movie and were up until around 4 am. Finally we passed out. The next day, I went and had a shower. Tash came into my room while I had a towel on to get dressed, and gasped. My back was covered in long claw marks from my neck, to just above my bum. She brought the other girls in, and they didn't know what they were from either. We checked the floor where I had slept, there was nothing that could cut into my skin, never mind leave claw marks.
In this same house, I was hanging up a poster. My sister was sliding on a computer chair down the hallway by my room, so I asked her to stop because I had a headache. I heard it again and again so I stepped out and yelled, "ANGIE! STOP!". She wasn't even downstairs. Nobody was down there with me.
Now, here's a little background on me and Tash's spiritual lives. We're both very against Christianity, both very strong paranormal believers, and some things that might be important. Tasha has played with Ouija boards, once with her brother when she was younger. She had a very bad experience with it and hasn't touched it since. She's too terrified. Me, my mom is part Indian. She's played with Indian black magic. Could this somehow affect me?
Please help us. There's more, we just don't know what to do. I'm scared, and tired of being harassed. It yells our names when we're together, moves things, and does weird things. We've never done anything together to bring this on ourselves.
Our parents don't believe us, and think we're being dramatic teenagers. PLEASE HELP!
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