Possessed

Internet story:

I grew up in a "haunted house" in the southern part of West Virginia. For some reason, though, the spirits or whatever they were, never appeared to me... yet appeared to both my parents and younger brother. At first, my brother Michael would complain about "something growling in his closet." It got to the point where he refused to sleep in his own room and insisted on sleeping downstairs on the couch. My parents brushed it off as childish night terrors until one day when my mother was home alone and she distinctly heard someone say in a little girl's voice, "Momma!" She looked around the whole house but found it empty.

This continued for some time until my father finally had his moment: He was working in the basement on odd projects when he heard footsteps directly above him. They passed over his head and continued into the kitchen, where they stopped. Thinking it was my mother, he ran up to great her, only to find the kitchen empty. Shaking it off, he returned to the basement only a few minutes later to find his saw and other tools sprawled about the floor in a circle formation. He certainly didn't put them like that so, thinking there was some sort of intruder, he scoured the whole house, only to find it empty and even the doors and windows locked up tight.

Other things would happen to all three of my family members and not me, until one particular evening when things had reached their breaking point. My parents had begun to fight and it seemed our entire family was in ruins when my mother decided to bring in a paranormal specialist to try and deter the hauntings. The specialist announced right away that there was something in our household, and we were soon joined by a priest.

That night, my brother and I watched curiously in the family room as my parents, the specialists and the priest began doing some sort of ceremony to get rid of the spirits. My brother was huddled up next to my mom. but as I was the skeptic in the whole thing, I sat alone on the hearth all by myself. When their eerie chanting began to rise, that's when I began to hear something unfamiliar and chilling: Odd screams, wails and cries seemed to swirl all about us, but in particular, me!

I covered my ears and began to sob, scared as I was, and instantly felt my mother's loving arms around me. The eerie wails only grew louder and louder until it seemed the entire room erupted in screams, not only from the living, but from the dead as well. This lasted a good 40 minutes until... silence! Whatever it was seemed to dissipate with the priest's last words. Even though the spirits seemed to vanish after that, we soon moved out and found another un-haunted home, and things soon returned to normal. Yet sometimes I still have nightmares, even in my adult-years, about that one horrible night when the spirits seemed to seek me out and torture me for a change!