My First Demonic Experience.....

When I had just turned 14, my parents, brother and myself moved into small but eerily old house, in the country town of Bowral, New South Wales. As soon as I walked into the house, I felt 'something' other than us was in the house.

Throughout the first few months I always heard noises and other strange things but I thought it was just me being scared of the new house but then everything seemed to get worse. At first keys would go missing from where we put them and hours later end back where we first placed them or in strange places like in the fridge door.

Then everything went worse for me. Every day I could hear the voices more frequently whilst the rest of my family was quite convinced that I was mad and should just grow up, but strange things just kept happening.

One morning I had had a terrible night sleep, I woke up dripping in sweat and my heart was racing but couldn’t remember what I had been dreaming about or if I had even been dreaming. When I woke up I looked around and saw that all my posters had been turned upside down and I the cross on my night stand had fallen over and snapped in half.

After that night nothing happened for over a month and my family was starting to believe that I was trying to get attention or something as I had been complaining more and more about being scared of my own room but then one day that all changed. My dad had woken me up in the morning early to yell at me so I would “clean my pig sty of a room”. I cleaned my room within an inch of its life as my Dad is extremely scary and then he drove me to school. There was no one in the house when we left and everything was locked with the alarm on as normal. As my dad returned home from work he heard loud noises coming from our house, the door was not locked and everything was fine so he went to check into my room. My whole room had been trashed…all the drawers were pulled out, all my posters were around the wrong way again, carpet had been ripped, my mirror was smashed and yet again I found the cross, this time at the foot of my bed, broken into hundreds of little pieces.

That day when I got home I moved rooms and I have never stepped foot in my old bedroom ever again…