When I was younger I lived in this house. There wasn't anything particularly strange about this house. It was just another normal home in the outskirts of town.

Anyway, just a little backstory to begin the story, my family history is odd to say the least. Let's just say a few members knew a thing or two about the paranormal. That might have had something to do with my experiences.

So when I was very little I would see things like shadows that looked like people in a corner of my room, or hear my name called when no one was around. We are pretty sure that there are spirits in that old house, but they were all pretty harmless, except for one.

When I was thirteen it started to become normal to hear voices in the house, or get visions, or see shadows that looked like humans. All of a sudden one day I started hearing the same name repeated over and over in my head. I later found out it was the name of a demon. The weird thing is that my father heard the name too. And he would wake up with scratches or hand prints on his arm. It never got too extreme because we moved out shortly after.

There are several reasons why all these paranormal experiences started happening, but the one I think started the hearing of that one name that my father heard as well, that might've started happening because a week or two before hearing the name I went to a sleepover where my friends tried out several ways to contact spirits.

I forgot which method it was but in one of the methods they asked who they were talking to and the name they were given was the same name I continued hearing in my home. I admittedly was a part of one of their methods even though I knew to never mess with things I didn't fully understand.

So in a way, part of what was happening was my fault. I was ashamed of what I did so I told my father who then gave me a stern lecture. I suppose that is the end of my story. I haven't been back to that house in ten years, and I don't think I want to return.