Born With A Demon

This story sounds utterly ridiculous. But it's completely true, and I'm really scared. I'm 16 and live in a relatively new house (about 40 years old, most houses in my town are about 100 years old and up). But there's something gravely different with this house. It just feels unsettled.

When I enter, and only when I enter, there is an acrid smell of rotting flesh. My parents only mention something when I walk into the house. This only started within the past year or so. This could be explained with my cats going outside and bringing in a dead animal. But the thing is my cats have never been outdoor cats. Also, my parents say it only smells this way when I'm home. Also the house becomes so dark and solemn.

I have been losing sleep. I average about 4 hours a night. The mirror in my bedroom acts as a portal, according to a medium. I have always been super uneasy about the part of my room the mirror is in. I wish I could take it out, but its built into my wall.

That's another thing. I wake up with scratches. I eliminated anything that could cause scratches one night and said a prayer to Gaia before I went to bed. That morning I woke up with 3 deep scratches going from left to right across my back, and I had nightmares all night.

Here's the kicker. I've been super sensitive to spirits my whole life. Always. One day I went to my therapist in a pensive mood. She wanted to use this sort of machine that sends you into a trance and delves into your subconscious. At first, all I saw was a scary tree with a lonely little kid sitting on a swing. The thing was, I had seen this little kid before. In my house...

Then it happened. A memory from when I was about 2. I thought it was complete bullshiat but when I described the bedroom from my previous house in great detail to my mother, she was almost in tears. What happened was I woke up one night. And looked into a mirror attached to a bureau. And there was a skeleton like entity surrounded by a black mist coming up behind me. I started screaming and crying and like any good mother would do, she sprang out of bed from a deep sleep and cradled me. And it was gone. Never to be seen again.

I was okay with this seeing that it was in the house we moved out of 14 years ago. But when I got home my brother was really agitated. He's 5 years older than me so he lived in that old ranch house for a few years longer than I did. I mentioned ABSOLUTLEY NOTHING to him from that session of therapy. But he seemed really distraught. I asked him what was wrong, and he looked my dead in the eye and said this:

"So it was like Christmas eve or something, in the old house. You must have been like. 2. Right before we moved. And I was sharing a bed with TiTi (my great aunt that we're really close to). It was like the middle of the night and I woke up because I had a bad dream about something hurting you. And I saw a skeleton peering into the room. Obviously I screamed and she woke up and it went away. So I tried going back to sleep, and I woke up again because of this like rank a** smell, and the skeleton was 3 feet away from me. I was never so frightened in my life."

That's what got me. I told him what happened at therapy and we cried.

Please help me. Theres other ghosts in my house that I communicate with regularly whether it be in a dream of by other means. A few may be evil, but the little girl I mentioned before tends to be a protector of sorts so I don't mind. But I think I was born cursed. What I'm telling you is 100% POSSITIVLY ABSOLUTLEY TRUE! And I'm scared. Something evil is following me. I'm depressed, restless, angry, scared, and becoming progressivley more obsessed with the paranormal, especially the dark aspects of it (even though I've always been super interested). Please tell me what to do. My parents don't believe in this kind of stuff. They're Catholic, and needless to say I'm the furthest thing from the perfect Catholic child. They tend to think my "visions" are drug induced, but they're definitely not because I only smoke and drink, and only when I'm not home. What do I do? Help.