The Good Demon

Now I'm only calling this a Demon because it looked pretty scary. In truth I have no idea what this could have been, but I mentioned it briefly in a previous story. This is a more detailed account.

When me and my family lived at number 11 we all were aware of the spirits residing there and the strange dark energy that seemed to suffocate the air. Despite this, we felt relatively safe and found ways to cope with whatever happened around us.

The scariest thing that happened to me was being locked in a cupboard under the stairs by some invisible force while I was home alone (read: The Ghosts of number 11) but that is not the worst thing to happen in that house, luckily what I'm about to describe didn't happen to me...

My older brother whose bedroom was right next to mine started to become increasingly agitated and tired day by day. At first he wouldn't say what was on his mind but as time went by he began to tell me he was seeing a strange man in his bedroom every night, just staring at him. He described the man as being huge, with long dark hair wearing a long coat and having bleeding slash marks all over his body hands and face. My brother had never believed in ghosts (he rather believed that he was losing his mind) and definitely wasn't the kind of person to make up stories. I asked him what the man did or said and he told me "he just stands there, bleeding, watching me", he claimed the entity had bulging angry eyes and a dark energy to him. Needless to say I was petrified that I was going to see it too and could barely sleep.

He never told anyone else about what he'd seen which made what happened next even more scary. Over the years a handful of people would claim to see the exact same thing. In my mothers case she kept saying that she would wake up and see a bleeding man with an angry face sitting on her feet. Another brother of mine who didn't live with us but stayed over every now and again claimed that he'd wake up at night to the bleeding man poking at his chest and sides and so on... Myself and my younger sister never saw him at all.

I've thought about this a lot over the years and one day I came to a sudden realization. All the people who had seen the bleeding man; my brothers, my mum and a few other people, at some point turned out to be terrible people who had done horrible things (yes including my brothers and mum) which were not yet known about. Which gave me reason to wonder about the bleeding ghost. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that the bleeding man would only show himself to bad people, that they were the only ones who could see him. I can't help thinking that he wasn't a bad entity at all and that I just misunderstood him.