“…then one night he woke me up at about 2AM terrified and crying and told me there was someone sitting on the couch in the living room starring at him and that it growled at him…”
This is what the email from a Mr. Smith contained. It was addressed to us here at GhostTheory.com. We occasionally receive letters from people all over the world who want to share their true stories of incredible and unbelievable encounters with the strange. Some are lighthearted and warming, like those who find comfort in the appearance of a dead relative or friend. Yet there are those stories that just make your skin crawl. Mr. Smith’s story is one of those stories.
Six years ago I started dating a friend who had two kids. Her ex (the father) was a very abusive person who just prior to their break up had abused their infant daughter causing a severe case of shaken baby syndrome. One year later he murdered the infant daughter of the girl he was dating at the time. When he went to jail my friend, her kids and i were living together. Because of the anger and violence her little boy (4 at the time) was subjected to he became very withdrawn and was soon diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Two years after that his mother and i split up and he came to stay with me till she could afford to move out of her friends. At this time the boy was in and out of the child psychiatric hospital and having a really hard time coping with what his father had done.
(Before I go on id like to say i am not one to believe everything is paranormal, messed with a Ouija board when i was a kid, found something i thought was bad, burned the board threw it in a sewage drain and haven’t messed with anything like it ever since.)
A few months after he moved in i noticed a change with the feel of my house, not really sure how else to describe it. Him and i would argue a lot more, his fits got worse, and i would lose my temper over unnecessary things. Then the little boy started describing and drawing very graphic and violent dreams he was having, things even in nightmares a 6 year old kid should not be seeing.
Then one night he woke me up at about 2AM terrified and crying (i have never seen him even close to this upset) and told me there was someone sitting on the couch in the living room starring at him and that it growled at him. Thinking someone was in the house I told him to lock himself in the bathroom till i come get him, I grabbed my gun and searched my house inside and out, Nobody there and the house was locked up. I told him it was a bad dream and to go back to bed. Two nights later it happened again at the same time, this time he said he woke up and it was face to face with him.
Again I put him in the bathroom and searched my house, again nothing. The next week after it happened a third time we talked to his doctor to see if he had any ideas, and he insisted he was having nightmares and to just keep working with him. So I had him draw what he was seeing, and he drew and described a very tall black figure with long fingers and a long head that came out to spikes at the top and sometimes its eyes were red.
I still thought it was a nightmare till a good friend (who has studied many forms of religion and paganism) was over and seen the picture and asked where i got it. I told him this is what he has been seeing for the past two weeks. He said this is a common description for a demon. I didn’t think much of it till i was talking to my family about it and when i described what he is seeing, my sister (who also studies paganism and has always been a spiritual person) pulled me aside and told me the same thing.
A week later he moved back with his mother. A few weeks after he left my house felt normal again, I started feeling better, and
the little boy started making progress again. His mother said for a few months when he was back strange things were happening in the house but eventually they stopped. We slowly grew apart but I am happy to say he is doing very well and is in honor roll at school.
Now I do believe this was something very bad that was attaching itself to the boy. I never saw it but i felt it.