There’s something living in my home. I’ve seen it. Everyone I tell thinks I’m crazy, but I know what I’ve seen, and what I’ve heard. It’s not human. I thought it was a ghost at first, but now I think it’s out to get me. Could it be a demon? I don’t know. I just know that it’s tall and dark, and it lurks in the shadows late at night when I’m in my bed. My body becomes paralyzed when I see it. Sometimes it stands in my bedroom doorway and watches me all night long. Those nights I don’t sleep. I’m too afraid to. When the sun starts to fill the room, it walks away. These days I’m always exhausted. Sometimes I even see it in the daylight. It’s quiet and subtle. It stands at the end of hallways and on the outside of the windows. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve tried the church and they turned me away. They said it was too evil — too powerful — for them to even try. I’m stuck here, all by myself. I can’t leave because I don’t have the money to. All my friends live in different cities. My family doesn’t believe me, and they’re too busy to help. I just want my life back. I don’t want to keep living in fear. I need a way out. I need to get rid of this thing; this entity. I feel trapped in my own home.
I’ve found a psychic. I’ve seen them help on those ghost hunter TV shows. Though, I never really believed in the supernatural, until this started happening to me. Why is it here? What did I do to deserve this torture? I’m calling them today. I can’t take this any longer.
“I’ll be right over, Miss Franklin.” The medium hung up before I could say goodbye. She said whatever was inhabiting my home had to be removed immediately. I hope she can do it. She’s my last hope. Even as I got off the phone, I saw it standing in the other room. Its sunken eyes and sharp, elastic smile are burned into my mind. Even when it’s not around, it’s still here; it’s still infecting my thoughts. But I’m so used to seeing it that I’m almost numb to it.
All of this started after my boyfriend passed away. After that, I decided I needed a fresh start, so I packed up and moved. Everything was stressful, and I was so lonely. I remember being afraid to be alone, and I was so angry too. I was angry at my family, my friends, and my boyfriend for leaving me the way that he did. But I don’t want to get into that. There was just so much negativity in my life. I wasn’t happy anymore. I didn’t even want to be alive anymore. I was a completely different person than I used to be.
Then, one night I woke up in terror. The thing that haunts me was standing over my bed. I screamed and frantically reached for the bedside light, but it had already disappeared by the time I turned it on. Ever since that first night I’ve been living in a nightmare.
Tracy, the medium, arrived two hours after I got off the phone with her. She got to my place faster than I thought she would. As soon as she stepped into my home, her entire demeanour changed. Her facial expression, her body, even the way she was breathing. I wasn’t surprised. We both knew that there was evil in our presence. She explained to me that all of the negative energy accumulated from my loss, and the emotions that came with it, had conjured up a very dangerous entity.
After going through the house, Tracy put her hand on my shoulder and said, “Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I’m going to help you, okay? We’re going to get your life back.” I felt relief. For the first time in so long, I actually felt like things would be alright. I had hope.
Tracy spent a lot of time setting up for whatever she was planning on doing. She didn’t tell me exactly what was going on. I was nervous, anxious, and tired. I felt the demon lingering around me. My body was shivering and I felt sick. I think Tracy knew that. She could see that I was uncomfortable. She told me it was time to get started.
She sat in a chair surrounded by candles, while I was sitting across from her on my couch. She told me earlier that I didn’t need to participate, she could do what needed to be done without my help. And she wanted me to be safe. She started speaking in a foreign language, first in a whisper, and then she got louder and more aggressive. My chest started to hurt, so severely that I thought I was having a heart attack. Tracy didn’t stop. She didn’t even see how much pain I was in because her eyes were closed. I knew the creature was in the room with us. I could see it. It was standing directly behind Tracy. I tried to say something, but the words weren’t coming out. It was so tall that it was towering over her. Even with no eyes, I knew it was staring at me. The candles had gone out, and everything was dark. I couldn’t see a thing. The pain in my chest had stopped, and I could finally breathe again. But, where did it go?
I managed to cough out some words, “Tracy? What’s happening?”
She didn’t answer. I was so afraid — more afraid than I could bear.
For only a minute, the room was silent. The only thing I could hear was my heartbeat. That is until I started hearing something else.
It was low and quiet, but I knew what it was because I had heard it before. It was growling, so much that it sounded like a dog was in the room. I wanted to get off the couch but my body was frozen.
Demonic laughter echoed in my head, and I instantly shut my eyes.
“Tracy isn’t here anymore…”
I shuddered, hesitantly opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was that familiar, evil smile, directly in front of my face. My heart sank.
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