Category: True Paranormal Stories

Spell for a Demon

So I’ll start this with a little background about myself. Since I was a very small child I have been able to see, feel, and hear ghosts. I have also moved around a lot and stayed in many different houses. Quite a few of these houses have been haunted and either me or my parents have experienced activity. I have seen and dealt with anything from angels to demons. This experience I am going to share is one of the more terrifying encounters I had with a demon, and it is one I accidentally brought on myself. So let’s begin.

About a year ago I was sleeping over at a friend’s house and thought it would be normal good fun with her and her sister.  My friend had suggested an activity that was strange but nothing I wasn’t used to. She suggested we try performing a spell together. I was 16 at the time and the first time I had ever tried doing a spell was when I was 14. Of course I had said yes. Her sister went along with it as well. So the next step was to decide what kind of spell. We went onto a website that was like a giant spell book and picked one out. We had chosen to do a spell that would make a person turn disgustingly hideous. We planned on using it on a girl who had caused us a lot of problems and at the time we hated.


Darkness in my Bedroom

My story isn’t long. It’s one that is creepy and although I was very young it sticks out to me clear as day and I know that it really happened. I am getting anxiety just writing this.

Now as I recall I was about two years old when this happened and before you think no one remembers things before they are like 4 this memory was so traumatizing that it stuck with me. It was a typical night my mom got me ready for bed and my dad tucked me in. My room was right next to my parents bedroom. I was still sleeping in a crib at this time. I remember laying there in the dark because I never would go to sleep when my parents put me to bed. Then I look at the end of my crib and I see this darkness form.


That Demonic Presence

I grew up north of Orlando, Florida. Where I lived was kinda in the middle of nowhere. The nearest store was 20 minutes away, so yeah, middle of nowhere.

When I was around eight or nine I had a few strange things happen to me in our home. Nothing too bad but made me think.


Demons in the Orchard

I’ve never really believed in any supernatural hauntings before, but what I experienced in the orchards few years ago still haunts me to this day. Walking home from school with one of my friends named Brian told me about an orange orchard here in the city where I lived at the time that if you’re walking in that orchard at 12:00 in the middle of night or above, you will see something like a ghost in the orchard.

I didn’t believe in ghost at the time so I just thought he was making up stories, then he told me that one time when his dad was driving home with his dog pepper in the truck, his dog jumped out of the truck and ran in the orchards, his dad stopped the truck and went into the orchards to find the dog. Walking in the orchards he found the dog on the floor whimpering as if it was hurt, his dad carried the dog to the truck but while walking he saw something like a shadowy slender figure running through the orchards making a strange growling noise.


The Twenty-Eleven house

As cliché and annoying as it is sometimes, I need to start this story with a little preface, a little background and an apology as it may be on the long side for this category compared to similar posts. I’m picking this particular experience out of a timeframe that lasted for a cumulative total of eight years. I say ‘cumulative’ because I actually lived in this house/apartment on two separate occasions, but purely by coincidence. Or at least I thought it was coincidence. I don’t live there any longer and, looking back, I am convinced that the house called me back as if it wasn’t done tormenting me, my family and my friends.  Every week of every year I lived in that house was terrifying, to say the least. This experience takes place during my second stint in the house. Also, a little apology if this story sounds like it’s ripped straight from a horror movie, but I can assure you that it’s all true. This experience, in total, spans roughly a year and involves myself, Jamie – my wife, George and Lilly – our upstairs neighbors and my best friends Travis and his wife, Julie.

The Twenty-Eleven house is a large farmhouse that is one of the oldest structures in town; roughly 120 years old. For the last couple decades, it has been used as two apartments; the first floor and the second floor. It’s in the middle of a bustling town with many popular places to eat, drink and has a nice music scene. It isn’t some backwoods, middle-of-nowhere shack; it’s only a seven minute drive from the downtown area of a major city. I won’t give you a detailed history on the place, but, needless to say, it has had a long, jaded, destructive and violent past that has it infected.


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