Demons

Scratch One, Scratch Two, Scratch Three… Is This A Demon?

08 June 2017 | Demons, Poltergeist, Your Stories, Your True Encounters

I have lived in my current house for several years. I spend much of the day out as I work, but these events have been taking place in the evening. I haven’t been able to shed any light on them but wanted to share them with you to see if anyone had any feedback. I came home from work a few months ago, and after dinner I fell asleep. When I woke up it was about eleven in the evening. I began walking to my room, which is located at the end of the hall and as I walked, I felt a stinging sensation on my left arm. I thought something much have scratched me, but when I checked the scratch after entering my room I couldn’t find any explanation

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The Green Skinned Demon

11 April 2017 | Demons, Your Stories, Your True Encounters

Two of my best friends are very “sensitive” to the paranormal. They both told me this story and it really creeped me out. They are sure they saw a demon. The two of them were walking downtown. It was still light out, and they were heading for a store. All of a sudden, they said they saw a young man, Andy, being harassed by the police. Andy is homeless, talks to himself, has stalked people, and writes about the devil. He is scary to be around. My friends keep walking after seeing him. Slowly, a car pulls up beside them. In the back seat with the window down is a teenage girl. She is leering at them. She is wearing all black, and is almost green in skin color, much

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The Spitting Demon

07 April 2017 | Demons, Your Stories, Your True Encounters

When I was about 4 or 5 years old I had an experience that I have tried to make sense of ever since. I had just gone to bed on a summer’s night. I know it was summer because it was still light outside, probably about 8:30 p.m. I had not been in bed long and I looked up to the window above and to the left of my bed. I saw a figure in a dark hood. I could not see a face. Just blackness. Then the figure spat on me. I felt totally paralyzed. I didn’t know what else to do, but as crazy as this may sound, I tried to spit back at the figures. At that point, they disappeared. I didn’t see them again. I told

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