The Most Harrowing Experince of my Life

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I am finally getting around to telling you all about something that happened to a friend and I when we were 15 or 16 years old. My real name is Tonya and her name is Sonya. I am telling you this because it is relevant to the event. To set the scene, I was living with my parents and sister and the ghost of my deceased grandfather. We had come to accept the fact that he was present as it was normal to hear him clumping up or down the stairs, for friends who were able to see spirits to see him sitting in his favorite chair, for the hands on the clock that used to be his to spin around and around, I had a radio and a record player that used to be his and if I changed the station on the radio he put it right back and if I put on a record he would only let it play if he liked it, otherwise he would lift the needle up off the record and it did not matter how much I tried, I could not get that record to play. One time I awoke in the night to the smell of a cigar and he was standing there holding my bedroom curtain up, looking out the window. (I could only see a general darker shadowy spot, but the curtain was suspended in the air so I could tell what I was seeing without actually seeing him) As soon as he was aware I was looking he immediately dropped the curtain and disappeared completely but the next morning I coul still smell his cigar. So, this is the reality I lived with. My friend, Sonya, who lived an hour away, had come to spend the night. The folks left us home alone and we were playing cards by candlelight at the dining room table. This is a long story, let me try to abbreviate. A voice, from the livingroom, evil enough to make hairs you didn't even know you had stand on end, "Tonya . . . come ere." We both get big eyes and look across the table at each other. I ask Sonya, "Wh - wh- what did that say?" She said it sounded like Tonya come here. I said, "That's what I thought it said, I was hoping it said Sonya come here." Well, it called me again and I crept toward the livingroom and felt an immense evil presence enveloping the room and so I reached toward the lightswitch on the outside of the room and turned it on. I felt the evil swoop down behind the couch, into the only dark place left. I guess that made the evil smaller, as it could no longer fill the room. I was terrified beyond belief and jumped and screemed when I felt a hand on my shoulder but it was only Sonya, having crept up behind me to have a look herself. At that moment a loud pipe organ began to play (what I later found out but did not know at the time was The Death March) a song. We screamed and clung to each other as the radio came on and the clock hands began to spin and I cannot say for sure what all happened because I really don't know if anything else did or not, all I remember is mom and dad pulling up and the garage door going up. I don't really know what else happened because Sonya would not discuss it at all. My dad had to take her home and we are no longer friends. It was midnight when the organ played and stuff and it took my dad til 1:00 AM to get her home and 2:00 AM to get back home so he was not thrilled. The story I have just related is true, if I had made it up, I oculd've made it a lot more interesting than that. Anyhow, from that moment on, grandpa's ghost was gone. What I do not know and would very much like to know is, did he try to take me to hell with him? (he was a bad man) or was his presence allowing evil spirits and he realized he had to leave to protect me? I don't think he wanted to protect me though. Anyhow, that is what happened. I hope you will leave a comment letting me know if you have any insight or opinion on what exactly happened. I feel as if the doorway to hell was open in the livingroom and if I would've stepped in there in the dark I would've been sent directly to hell. I would like to hear of your experiences with the ghost world if you have any.