The Unexpected Visitor

-Please note that names have been changed for personal reasons-

My paranormal experience took place last January when my family had first moved into our new five bedroom house. I had hated the house ever since I had first laid eyes on it. It wasn't the particular style or colour scheme of the house, but something was telling me that it was bad. But, unfortunately my parents thought it was great and were surprised to find that it had an amazingly low price tag. (Houses in my area fetch about $900,000 for a 5 bedroom house. Subtract about $400,000 and you're looking at how much it cost) the real estate owner was quick to accept our offer and by January we had moved it.

I had been given the smallest bedroom of the house which faced a particularly boring section of the yard. A huge tree blocked any possible sunlight and, though I hadn't noticed then, nothing ever grew in that part of the garden. One day when my friend Kate* (changed for personal reasons) had came over for a sleepover (which was about a week after moving in) I had prepared a movie marathon with a large variety of food. She arrived at 4:30pm and we fell asleep at around 3:00am. Nothing unusual had happened. At around 4:00am I woke up after having a terrible nightmare that I was being chased by a huge shadowy figure. I got out of bed, tiptoed around Kate, and went downstairs to get a drink. I entered the kitchen poured myself a glass of orange juice and sat at the kitchen counter. My friend then came in and froze. "Sorry did I wake you?" I asked, but she didn't reply. I turned around to see that several of the kitchen cupboards were opening by themselves. My friend fell to the floor in dead faint. I quickly poured the remainder of my orange juice on her face which woke her up. We sat on the floor watching cupboard doors open and close. Then at 5:00am it stopped. Shaken we went back to bed, but we didn't sleep.

The next day both of us were still shaken by the previous night's events and by midday we had dismissed it as a dream that we both had- The hours passed and eventually it became dark again and we settled down to sleep. This time I awoke to see a tall figure walk across my room and disappear out of the window. I woke Kate up and we looked out of the window nothing. We turned around suddenly to see a small figure sit down on top of my bed. I tried to scream but my voice was caught in my throat. Then I heard it speak.

"Comeeeee herrreee..."

"Teresaaaaaaa...come hereeeee... We neeeeddd you..."

"Katttttteeeee...teressssaaa...helllllp ussssss... Helllppp ussss."

The small figure then disappeared and the small collection of brick a brack on my dresser flew off and hit the opposite wall. The table which held my computer and books tipped over and my bed began to shake violently. This time I did scream. My brother was the first to come.

"What is the matt..." he broke off in mid sentence. My advanced algebra mathematics books flew off the ground and flew towards his head. He missed it by millimeters. I felt a sudden pain on my right arm and I looked down to see a number of small bite-like marks appear in front of me and my friend. She screamed and my parents came into the room. Everything then stopped. The bite marks faded and then disappeared. My parents took one look at my room before beginning to yell at me. I just stood there as my friend began to cry. I looked pass my parents and saw the large shadowy figure. It looked as if it was laughing at me.

This sort of activity went on for about a month before it was followed by large banging's that were heard on the walls when I entered the room. My dog also died a week later. I found her body over the dead side of the lawn, the section that my window overlooked. Apparently, she died of a heart attack which was strange since she was 2 years old and perfectly healthy. I also discovered a week later that someone had been leaving me little presents in little piles under my bed. Dead rats, leaves, twigs, egg shells, even a cat at one stage. But, I cannot blame this on my 'visitor' because it may have been my brother playing a horrible prank.

About 3 weeks later, the activity took a more sinister twist. I woke up to find a number of large scratches on my back, large enough to be dog scratches. They were gone by the day's end, but not before Kate got to see them. This continued for the rest of the week, followed by horrible dreams.

Kate had agreed to come over to my house - though it took a lot of persuading- so we could discuss what I could do. The visitor apparently wasn't happy with the idea because as soon as we approached the subject, the light bulb above us burst. So we went into another room, and that too burst. Draws pulled open, rugs shifted positions and hung themselves over ceiling fans, chairs we pulled onto tables and stacked in piles, and dishes were thrown out of cupboards and smashed onto the ground. We both screamed and ran out of the house. My parents were soon to follow. We all ran into the back yard and stood as we watched objects fly around pass the windows and smash onto floors. The dead grass patch (where my dog died) began to smell like a mixture between horse manure and rotting meat.

Objects still, to this day are flying around. I still hear voices, often calling my name, saying stuff like they need help, or want me to come play. I have tried to record these but my recorder always 'fails at the appropriate time.' I believe my visitor has something to do with this. All electrical equipment always fails when I try to record it in any way. What should I do? Should I tell my parents to organize a priest to bless the house? I need help. I don't know how longer my family can survive.

If you believe that you can help, please contact me. Anything is helpful. God bless you all.