Demon In the Window

Before you read any further, I want you to know that I have not hyped up or altered any of what you are about to read to “scare” you. I am not easily scared, and what happened to me frightened me more than I’ve been in a long time. That being said, you might feel the same way after you read this. The information, locations and dates have not been changed in any way. It is important for you to know I have been involved in ghost hunting for many years. I run tours at haunted locations for newbie ghost hunters and thrill seekers, and prior to the investigation we have a short Q&A session. At these functions it’s almost a guarantee that someone will ask me if a ghost can follow them home. I used to say something along the lines of “I don’t see why not, they can be bound to certain areas but many spirits come and go as they please, but you probably shouldn’t worry yourself.” One night after an investigation of a Swansea, Massachusetts residence, changed the way I felt about that answer. The investigation was conducted as normal, and after we were done the equipment was broke down, packed into the van, and off we went. While driving back to Cranston, Rhode Island to where our cars were parked, we discussed how we felt the night went. Nobody had any eerie feelings, we all agreed that it felt quiet and we could only base any further conclusions after what we could find in our evidence review. It was shortly after 1am when I got to my house in Attleboro. As soon as I walked through the door I put my equipment case at the base of the stairs to my room and climbed into bed. I then proceeded to have the worst nightmare that I’ve ever had. The dream happened like this… I was alone, it was a dark night with a clear sky, the moon and the stars were visible. Although I had no light to use, I could still see what was ahead of me. I was in a labyrinth of some sort, walking deeper and deeper into the winding pathways. The labyrinth had tall overbearing walls with small glass windows just big enough to see through. Every time I would look at the windows a skeletal face would stare back at me on the other side. It was like the walls were hollow and something was following me inside of them. My heart would race if I looked at the windows so I kept my eyes forward and focused on the maze. I finally came to the center of the labyrinth. There was a oval shaped tomb-like building with a barred door on the front with two separate key holes. Subconsciously, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a key. As I looked at the key a hissing whisper came about in the background of the dream saying “This key has one purpose, this key can unlock this door.” I put the key in the first keyhole and unlocked the door. As I opened the door it was dark, but there was a faint glow of orange light that I could see from the top of a spiral stairway. As I began down the stairs I encountered this cloaked, starved, skeletal monster. It’s skin was stretched tightly across it’s face. It had very small patches of long straggly hair and as it held up a lamp close to it‘s face I could see more clearly. It’s eyes were fixed on me and it smiled, revealing a few black teeth. At this point I ran back to the door, I tried to lock it but the key wouldn’t work. I remembered it saying that the key could only unlock the door. I started to trace my way back through the maze. It’s voice became louder in the background as I unleashed it from it’s tomb. I can’t remember what was being said because I was running for my life. I finally came to the exit of the maze, there was a short road that I followed that came to the driveway of a large mansion. I thought I was safe for a second, and as I started towards the house, the figure appeared again at the front of the mansion gate. It held up it’s hand like a puppeteer would and conjured two large black dogs. The dogs chased me through the yard and I climbed a fence to get away. On the other side of the fence, I ended up in some neighborhood that felt familiar, but there was no one in any of the houses. I entered a coffee shop, and sat down at a table. All of a sudden there was loud banging on the windows of the shop. The banging became increasingly louder until I closed my eyes, and at that moment I woke up. Unaware and confused for a moment I collected myself. Then, I heard banging. I thought I was still dreaming. Unluckily, this was reality. All of the hinge windows to my room were open. It is impossible to open these windows from the outside, there is a lock mechanism that goes through the top of the window and into the wall, which then has a sliding lock bolt come through the side of that mechanism to keep the window from moving completely. Still slightly shocked, I closed all of the windows. I then grabbed my digital voice recorder and hit record. I put the recorder on the edge of my bed and went upstairs to see if any more windows were open. None of them were. Upon returning to my room, I listened back to the recorder. While I was upstairs I captured something, or someone, banging on the window again. It could not get it open this time and with a frustrated, hissing whisper, it said “Damn you”. The same voice from my dream, it was the voice of that monster in the tomb. Whatever was behind that door that I opened, was in my room that night. It made it’s presence known. Since then, there has been no sign of it here. I heard it’s voice, I’ve drawn it’s face, I will not forget what happened. You may choose to believe this or not, it’s up to you. But from now on, I caution everyone, if you dabble with spirits, you need strong willpower. They can come into your life, and when they do it can be frightening.

This happened The night of March 8th into the early morning of March 9th, 2014

This is was written on July, 9th, 2014.