In high school (about 5 or 6 years ago) my friend and I made our own ouija board our of looseleaf and used a twonie for the part that moves (I don't know what it's called). We made contact with an entity who called itself Z and claimed to be a demon. I asked it to prove itself and my entire right arm went numb, it couldn't feel anything from the shoulder down on that side for 2 years.
The demon refused to communicate with my friend, and to this day he doesn't believe anything happened. For the next 4 months after the session there were some creepy encounters whenever I was on the couch I was on during the session. I would feel a smack on the back of my head and hear a chuckle, despite nobody being there. I would hear footsteps running up and down the staircase, and the curtain to our crawlspace would flutter.
That stopped after a few months and all seemed quiet for awhile. Then I felt a presence in my bedroom, a sinister thing that scared the shit out of me whenever I was in there. I have pretty bad insomnia so the lack of sleep didn't affect me much. One night I woke up around 4 AM with a case of sleep paralysis, which I had never had before or since, and saw this pitch black entity on top of me, digging claws into my shoulders. I said a silent prayer and it let out a whispering screech and slid back into the mirror, scraping down my knees as it went
I dismissed this as a dream but when I got up in the morning I had scars on both of my knees. I spent the next couple nights at a friend's house, too scared to be in my own bed. The first night back in my room I heard a cackling coming from my mirror, and saw a distorted face slowly grow and grow a body as the cackle got louder. The image continued to cackle as it walked across my mirror and disappeared within the reflection of another mirror.
I immediately smashed the mirror it went into and threw the shards in the street bin. I haven't experienced anything firsthand since that day but I have been able to see spirits clearly. At first they frightened me whenever I walked past one, but the don't seem to take much notice of the physical world.
I read in a comment on another story about a demon named Zozo who made his friends commit suicide, and I believe it was him who connected with me. I went into a severe depression and almost commited it myself, but I sought help and I'm slowly getting better
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The demon refused to communicate with my friend, and to this day he doesn't believe anything happened. For the next 4 months after the session there were some creepy encounters whenever I was on the couch I was on during the session. I would feel a smack on the back of my head and hear a chuckle, despite nobody being there. I would hear footsteps running up and down the staircase, and the curtain to our crawlspace would flutter.
That stopped after a few months and all seemed quiet for awhile. Then I felt a presence in my bedroom, a sinister thing that scared the shit out of me whenever I was in there. I have pretty bad insomnia so the lack of sleep didn't affect me much. One night I woke up around 4 AM with a case of sleep paralysis, which I had never had before or since, and saw this pitch black entity on top of me, digging claws into my shoulders. I said a silent prayer and it let out a whispering screech and slid back into the mirror, scraping down my knees as it went
I dismissed this as a dream but when I got up in the morning I had scars on both of my knees. I spent the next couple nights at a friend's house, too scared to be in my own bed. The first night back in my room I heard a cackling coming from my mirror, and saw a distorted face slowly grow and grow a body as the cackle got louder. The image continued to cackle as it walked across my mirror and disappeared within the reflection of another mirror.
I immediately smashed the mirror it went into and threw the shards in the street bin. I haven't experienced anything firsthand since that day but I have been able to see spirits clearly. At first they frightened me whenever I walked past one, but the don't seem to take much notice of the physical world.
I read in a comment on another story about a demon named Zozo who made his friends commit suicide, and I believe it was him who connected with me. I went into a severe depression and almost commited it myself, but I sought help and I'm slowly getting better
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