It started when my roommate and I moved into this 3 bedroom house in Fall River, Ma.
I had this feeling that something was watching me whenever I went to bed.
I would shut the wall light off and then turn the fan light off and go under the covers.
One night, I did that ritual and I saw an old woman covered in a white shawl with ivy leaf print. I could see the moonlight reflecting on her eyes, but I didn't see her eyes.
I passed out and the next day told my Roommate that the house was haunted and he didn't believe me.
Then things began to move by themselves. The radio dial would turn.
We felt something in the basement banging the floor beneath our feet. When we walked to another spot it would follow us.
Our cats would stare in horror at sounds coming from the hallway and then we'd watch them shrink back in fear and run away.
One night, while I was watching a movie the entertainment system's glass door would always stay open, i saw in the reflection a boy sitting at our dining room table. The dining room had all its lights on and there he was. He was humming and scribbling. Behind him i saw three men with different shaped heads. The last one was what looked like a vampire with very long fangs.
After hearing footsteps, i looked at my roommate who was listening and he assumed they were the cats. Cats, don't make footstep sounds!
One day, after being downstairs, I went up and saw my cat (he was a russian blue) but in the dark house, he looked black. I picked him up and put him on my shoulder. Then I saw my cat Ash walk by. So I thought, maybe this is my roommates cat. Then i saw THAT cat walk by. I turned to look at what cat I was holding and there was no cat there. My hands were holding NOTHING!
I'd be in the shower and see a shadowy figure walk by the frosted shower glass doors. ( I will never get a house with shower doors because of this!)
My weight was down to 110 and I'm 5'10". I was a skeleton and I could see that the Demon was perverting my friends personalities.
Lastly, I saw the demon face to face and he was darkness. He stood 9' tall from ceiling to floor and his eyes were darker pits.
When it looked at me, all my strength left me and I felt in my mind it was puzzled at what I was, because the thing was never a human. It wasn't a ghost who was looking at a living person. It was a demon who had never known what it was to be human, staring at a human in absolute hate.
I moved into that house on 7/4/1996 and moved out April 1997. It's been 20 years and I have never forgotten a single detail.