Real Life Paranormal Experiences Part 1

An Exorcism Gone Wrong

Told by insomniacwithaquill

Okay, so this happened when I was way, way younger. I was probably ten years old or younger.

Just to give you a background about me and my friend (let's call her "Ally", even though that's not her real name). We were best friends since 1st grade. This story happened somewhere in the realm of 3rd-5th grade.

Anyways, we were always very close. We would argue sometimes (okay, a lot), but we were decently good to each other. We were so close that I would be at her house or her at mine more often than not. At this point in life, I was very impulsive, and she and I liked to hunt for ghosts at our school. I liked to think that she looked up to me, but, looking back on it, I'm not too sure.

So, now we're actually going to get to the experience part.

I was at her house. It had four levels; the main floor, upstairs, downstairs, and the basement. The main floor was where the family ate and the kitchen and the guest room, upstairs was where Ally's room was and where her pets were, downstairs had computers and toys and Ally's parents' bedroom, and the basement held the washer machine and drier and such. Ally and I usually spent most of our time downstairs, which held a very creepy and creaky door to the basement.

Things had been off for the past couple of weeks, but she would always brush it off. Like there was a strange shadow and scratching noise seeming to come from the basement while we were downstairs, but she told me it was her dog. Or how I saw a poster's eyes in her parent's room following me and blinking. She told me that she didn't see it and that I was imagining it. Or how if you set anything down in her house, it would be somewhere else moments later.

I don't really remember why she told me clearly, but she showed me these long pencil marks/scratches on the back of the toilet lid. Her parents think she's sleepwalking and making the marks. She tells me that she's not -- and then she reveals that the shadow and noise I heard were not her dog. She tells me that she thinks her house is haunted. She tells me about all of the strange occurrences leading her to believe so (listed in the previous paragraph).

So, we decide to test it. We take this box Ally has that's full of her jewelry and we set it on her bed. Then we leave the room and sit near her mom (the only other person in the house, because her father is at work), who has the dog on her lap. The other pets are caged pets, such as birds. After a couple minutes, we go back and voilà -- the box is gone. We find it on the table on the main floor.

Little me is pretty freaked out at this point, but also pretty excited. Ally suggests we research what to do next and we go downstairs on the computer. It's the usual stuff of "consult a psychic" and "try to talk to it" and "don't anger it". While we research, Ally tells me she thinks it may be the spirit of her grandmother, who died right around the time she was born. She says she feels her presence and that it's not an evil feeling.

I, however, disagree. I say that it feels evil and that it has to go.

I grab this weird flashlight thing on the desk that the computer is on and I tell her that we have to face this head-on. We decide that everything paranormal is coming from the basement and that that's where we better talk to it.

So we head to the door and open it slightly. I turn on the flashlight and basically start yelling at the ghost. I say stuff like, "Get out of here! We don't want you here!" and "we will expel you! We'll call a psychic! Get out!" etc. Ally thinks this will anger the spirit and that it's a bad idea, which, in hindsight, it was. Like I said, I was impulsive, so I didn't listen to her.

Then the dog door on the basement door goes up and down and the door closes slightly. There's no wind in the room and no-one there but us.

Immediately, we start freaking out, and we run upstairs to Ally's mother. She basically laughs at us and tells us there's no ghost. After somewhere around half an hour, I decide that we have to go back and get rid of this ghost.

So Ally and I go back downstairs. I grab the flashlight thing and throw the door to the basement open. Ally is right behind me as I descend the steps and am now standing smack-dab in the middle of the basement.

And we both start yelling things. This next part is fuzzy and hard to recall, but I'm almost certain that the flashlight flickered and went out. We're both telling this thing to leave and the lightbulb in the basement just goes crazy. I could have sworn that a box on the floor moved.

After a little while of this, there's the sudden feeling of this presence just... leaving. So we call it a day and pretty soon after my mother picks me up.

For a few days after the fateful visit, the same things that had happened at her house happen at mine, and I actually hear footsteps and see a shadowy figure outside of my room, but that's another story to tell later, because that guy is completely unrelated. But after those few days, everything is quiet.

Skip to eighth grade. Nothing ghostly has happened to either of us (except for that shadowy guy at my house that is a different problem), since that one visit. Ally and I had really grown apart ever since a cyber bullying incident back in sixth grade that shall not be discussed. Anyways, she randomly comes up to me one day (we haven't been talking besides for "hello"s in the hallways) and shows me a video she took of these weird light things darting around her house. She tells me how the scratches have reappeared and everything that was happening before is happening again, along with voices and slamming doors and such. I joke that she should try what we did before, but both of us knew I hadn't really gotten rid of the ghost. After that day, we didn't really speak to each other, and when we did, we didn't talk about her haunted house.

To this day, I have no idea what happened. She didn't die or anything, because I would have heard. But I have no idea if her house is still haunted or not, and who has to deal with that. I really hope that nobody gets hurt.