I have had an encounter at my cousin's home while I was sleeping, I
felt something climbing my bed. I was alone at this time, it felt like it was behind me I
jumped out of bed not knowing what was in this room. I checked down stairs
nothing, looked through the security monitors, nothing... So I proceeded to the room,
I felt as though I was being watched. It seemed scary at the time, and I
don't forget the feeling I felt that night while trying go back to sleep! As
I slowly fell back to sleep I felt the same sensation, but  I decided to let
whatever was behind do what it wanted to do.   I
really cannot forget it! It is still fresh in my mind this unknown "person" was
again right behind me!!! I could feel it climbing the bed and  it was right
behind me! It began to wrap itself around me and it seemed to be trying to                                              suffocate me!  I was so afraid that
I screamed for it to leave and to leave me alone!! I called my cousin and
the same had happened to her and she didn't mention it to me. I was upset
but more curious as to what was in this room. I still wonder about it, I'm
sure this house is still on the market. It belonged to my cousin at the time.
I possible would like to learn more about this house and if someone died
there

When I was in my mid-teens, my uncle Joe contracted cancer of the larynx. He underwent 
chemo and eventually has his larynx removed to save his life, but in the process, he
faded physically from the tall, broad-shouldered man I'd always known to someone thin, bald and older looking, 
barely recognizable. It didn't mean I loved him any less but it was disheartening to see.

He survived the cancer, but had to have a tracheotomy tube inserted into his throat to enable to him to breathe;
this tube had to be kept clear or he could literally suffocate. 
I never got the fully story but word in the family was the tube clogged, and by the time help came, 
it was too late. He died when I was about 15 or 16; specifics (this was over 25 years ago) are blurry. I never 
went to his funeral; nobody did, as his wife had him cremated without telling anyone she 
was getting it done, not even his mother (my grandmother) or his brother, my father (who was very, very 
close to him.) So no chance to say good-bye, except...well, Uncle Joe wasn't the kind of man to let things 
like that get by! 

A few nights after he died, I woke up in the middle of the night to see him standing at the 
foot of my bed. He didn't look as he did when he died--he was the hale, healthy man with the broad shoulders, 
the hair and the slight grin I knew and loved. I wasn't scared, or even surprised; I was half-asleep, 
honestly, and just sort of acknowledged he was there and went back to sleep. 

The next day though came the shock: both my mother and brother (though not my father, or at least he didn't mention it) 
both said they had a dream that Uncle Joe came back to say good-bye--exactly the same way I did! 
To this day, I've never forgotten it. Over the years I've had plenty of ghostly encounters, 
mostly sounds heard or things seen out of the corner of the eye; where I live now I have a bit of a 
prankster who likes to hide things now and then or do small stuff to say, "Hey, I'm here!" and I'll share 
those in time. But this was one of the more pleasant experiences, and just thought I'd share it with you.

In 1984 near Port Townsend Washington, I was single and lived alone in one
side of a rented duplex. The rent was low and I didn't have a lot of
bills, but it was still a struggle at times to to pay them and have enough
to eat. My job was within walking distance of my house, and if I wanted
to go into town I could hop the local bus. Thanks to an excellent route,
non-drivers like myself could pretty much get anywhere they needed to go
without having to depend on someone else to take them. You still can.

While living there, I met "Michael". Although I didn't know him very well
I liked him, and enjoyed talking with him. He had many health problems,
both emotional and physical, but he was determined to overcome them. 

Michael had been in Viet Nam. I don't know where he was stationed, or how
many tours of duty he had gone through but it was my understanding he had
been injured by Agent Orange, and he also suffered from Post Traumatic
Stress Syndrome. If memory serves, I believe he had also injured his back
or something, which required pain medication to help with the chronic
pain. 

I just flat-out LIKED Michael. When he came into the dining room where I
worked for lunch or just to have some coffee, I was usually happy to see
him, and would sit and talk with him if I was on a break. I found him
interesting to talk with, and I tried to encourage him to keep working on
his health recovery efforts when he would talk about it. 

But...I wasn't ALWAYS glad to see Michael...it was nothing he was doing;
he was never once anything other than friendly and pleasant to me...but
sometimes, when he would come into the room, I couldn't stay in there with
him - I would have to leave. This wouldn't happen very often but it was
all I could do at times not to RUN away from him. Sometimes, this would
happen when we had been talking for awhile, and it even happened a couple
of times when one of us was in the middle of a sentence. I would suddenly
say, 'I'm sorry, I HAVE to go now..." Michael always seemed to understand
my odd behavior...

The cause for my abrupt departures? Michael wasn't always alone. On his
right shoulder, riding there, perched securely with clutching toes and
fingers grasped tightly to his collar and his hair, Michael often carried
a hideous passenger. I thought of it as a demon - it could not have been
anything else. 

When I tell this story, the first thing people demand to know is, 'what
did it LOOK like?' You're probably wondering the same thing as I write
this, so here is the description:

It was hairless and naked, about the size of a Chihuahua, in fact looking
to me like a hideous cross between a Chihuahua and a bat, with some human
characteristics. It had huge ears, long narrow eyes, a pushed in nose,
and yellowed, very sharp pointed teeth. It's arms and legs were very
thin, with long fingers and toes, and it had a pot belly. It crouched on
Michael's shoulder, clinging to him, laughing and chattering and
whispering into his right ear. Oddly enough, I couldn't HEAR the monster
(for which I was grateful) - I could only see it. Apparently its words
and chatter were meant to be heard by Michael alone.

Michael never acknowledged the creature when it was there. He never
faltered in his speech, nor looked startled when it would suddenly climb
up his back and settle itself on his shoulder; he didn't look relieved nor
seem any happier when it apparently wasn't with him at all. It was as if
to Michael's mind, the demon was so ordinary, so inescapable, so much an
accustomed burden and part of his life, it wasn't anything to refer to. 
He never tilted his head towards or away from its chatter in his ear or
its laughter. He never glanced over to look at it.

Michael knew that I knew it was there, and when. He knew exactly what I
was referring to when I said to him, "I want you to know that when I do
that, (leave suddenly) it's not you." 

He nodded. "I know," he told me... we didn't bring it up again.

Michael had a girlfriend, 'Sarah'. I became acquainted with Sarah
separately from Michael - I liked her very much also. One day we started
talking about Michael and I mentioned his 'passenger.' To my quiet
horror, Sarah told me that when Michael was younger he had apparently been
in a motorcycle gang. The 'leader' was fascinated with the occult and
Satanism, and he began performing ceremonies, etc., with Michael and the
others participating, even when they were unwilling to do so.

Sarah explained that to her understanding, one night the leader held a
ceremony with the other members present to call up demons. The demons
came, but the leader had neglected to learn how to send them BACK before
summoning them, and so could not banish them. Not long after this
horrific event, several members, including the leader, died. 

And Michael had his passenger.

It's been many years since I knew Michael - a long time since I've heard
Sarah's explanation for the horror that was attached to him. I don't know
why I could see the demon - I couldn't see it clearly - it was as if my
physical sight and the sight of my mind's eye coordinated to show me the
monster. but there was no doubt I could see it - it was there. It only
seemed to be aware of Michael; it never looked at me nor acknowledged
anything or anyone other than it's 'host' as it laughed and chattered and
clung tightly with long bony clawed fingers and toes.

I don't tell this story very often -- just typing it out here, my stomach
is twisting a bit. But since these events, whenever someone scoffs and
insists that the paranormal and all its inhabitants aren't real, don't
exist, aren't possible, I think of Michael's demon and I know that no
matter what skeptics may try to convince we of, they can't tell me there's
no such thing. 

Little Girl Lost....

Submitted by "Barb Boucher Jenkins."
Hailing from: Lolo MT
Where it happened: Great Falls, MT
Posted on: 12/18/2008

Awesome Submission! That is amazing! Perhaps the "cause" of the little girl's demise was still there in that basement waiting for another little girl to come down those stairs...

The Little Red Devil....

Submitted by "Anonymous."
Hailing from: Eagle Butte SD
Where it happened: McLaughlin SD
Posted on: 12/18/2008

Now that is one scary tale! I love any stories from South Dakota as it is my home state. Very weird things happen there, especially in "Indian Country".. Thanks for your story!