I always thought the old abandoned house on the outskirts of town was just an urban legend, something that parents told their kids to keep them from wandering too far from home. But as I grew older, I became more and more curious about the place. I had heard stories of strange noises, ghostly apparitions, and even murders that had taken place within its walls.
One night, I decided to take a walk and see the house for myself. I had heard that it was boarded up and abandoned, but as I approached, I saw that the boards had been removed and the front door was slightly ajar. Without hesitation, I walked inside.
The inside of the house was dark and musty, and the floorboards creaked beneath my feet. I made my way through the living room and into the kitchen, where I saw a strange symbol etched into the wall. It was a circle with a star in the center, and it seemed to be made of blood. I didn’t know what to make of it, so I decided to explore the rest of the house.
As I made my way upstairs, I heard a strange noise coming from one of the rooms. It sounded like someone was whispering, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I slowly opened the door, and what I saw next will haunt me for the rest of my life.
There was a figure standing in the corner of the room, shrouded in darkness. It was tall and thin, with long, spindly arms and legs. Its eyes glowed red in the darkness, and its mouth hung open in a silent scream. I froze in terror, unable to move or even scream.
The figure began to move towards me, its arms reaching out as if it were trying to grab me. I stumbled backwards and fell to the floor, still unable to move or make a sound. The figure was now standing over me, its eyes boring into mine.
I don’t know how long I lay there, but eventually, I mustered the strength to get up and run out of the house as fast as I could. I never spoke of my experience to anyone, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was following me, watching me from the shadows.
I started having nightmares, the same figure appearing every night, reaching for me with its long, spindly arms. I became paranoid and isolated, unable to shake the feeling that something was always watching me, waiting for me to let my guard down so it could claim me.
I knew I had to do something about it, so I did some research and discovered that the symbol I had seen etched into the wall was a symbol of a powerful demon. I also learned that the house was built on a site where an ancient ritual had been performed, a ritual to summon the demon and bind it to the house.
I realized that the demon was still bound to the house, and it was the source of the strange occurrences that people had been experiencing for years. I knew that the only way to stop it was to perform the ritual again, this time to banish the demon back to the underworld.
I gathered a group of friends, and we performed the ritual at the house, reciting the incantations and making the necessary offerings. We could feel the demon’s presence growing stronger, but we persevered, finally banishing it back to the underworld.
The house has been boarded up again, and I haven’t heard of any strange occurrences since then. But the experience has left me forever changed, and I can never forget the terror that I felt when I came face to face with that demon.