Disguised Demon

Disguised Demon

Disguised Demon

When I was a pre-teen I used to be home alone often.  Both my parents worked and I was left to fend for myself often.  This house use to totally scare me.  So many weird things would happen.  I would hear voices and knocks all the time.  Things would be moved and cabinets opened for no reason.  My closet door always creaked open in the middle of the night.  That always scared the daylights out of me.  It was like something was in there tempting me to come inside.

All that was bad but the worst thing was down the hall in the dark sometimes would be a figure of a little girl.  I would see her out of the corner of my eye.  Most of the time she would be gone if you looked right at her but she was definitely there.  I sometimes would wake up and see her in the corner.  Or get up off the couch and catch a glimpse of her behind me.

She started out being light and blonde, but she got darker as time went on.  I don’t know how to explain it, she just got dirtier and darker the longer we were there.  I kind of got used to seeing her, but she always scared me.

One time my friend was sleeping over and she saw her as well in the middle of the night.  She screamed and we stayed up all night until she left the next day.  She never came back.

Then when I was seventeen, my boyfriend came to stay the night when my parents were gone for a weekend.  We watched a scary movie and he excused himself to go to the bathroom.  When he returned he was as white as a sheet.  I knew why and asked if he saw the little girl.  He said yes but added that is no little girl.  His face went blank and he muttered out a few sentences that didn’t make sense.  I don’t know if it was gibberish or another language but i did make out one word – demon.

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