We moved to a new house. We unpacked, and my son helped me a lot.
My 33 years old son was still living with us at the time. He was never married, but was kind of looking.
He was unlucky, and suffered a breakdown after a co-worker he was in love with got married. But he used dating apps. The first few weeks were ok.
One night, I heard knockings in the walls. Then, it sounded like something was moving within them. "Cool, we have rats", I thought.
The next day, I bought rat poison. I found my son unusually happy. He told me he met a girl at work, and that her name was Jennifer. Jennifer, the way he described her, was everything he ever dreamed in a woman.
That same night, my son went to his room, and told me he needs to talk to her. I turned off the TV and went to the bathroom. When I returned, it was on again.
At the time, I thought I forgot to shut it down. In truth, I was happy for my son. I imagined a possible future wedding.
The next morning, I asked him more about Jennifer and he seemed kind of evasive. I casually asked him to present her to me, like "When are we going to meet the girl?". His mood changed, he became very nervous, he tried switching topics.
When I insisted, he became angry and yelled at me. Later on, he apologized and explained to me Jennifer was from a very wealthy family and we were kind of middle class working people, so. ..
I could see he was lying, he was hiding something from me.
The next day, I was slicing meat using a meat machine, when I heard footsteps. I went to check.
Nobody was there. I resumed work, but I could feel something breathing in the room, like someone was there.
Then, I could feel my hand being pulled towards the machine. I fought it, but it kept pulling my hand towards its blades.
I struggled to pull the plug, so it stopped. It hit the floor. I heard something growling next to me. I was terrified.
I tried telling my son, but I was surprised to see he showed no sympathy, no emotion about what happened.
He brushed me off and told me he needs to chat with Jennifer. He changed as a person.
He became more aggressive, more bold in the way he talked. He started talking bad, swearing a lot. He grew colder. .
Another day, I was washing dishes, and suddenly, the water stopped. I tried messing with the tap.
Then, it gushed with great power right in my face. It was boiling. I sliped in the confusion and hit the floor.
When I tried getting up, something was keeping me there. I got up. All the knives were pointing towards me.
Like some kind of force was controlling them. They flew towards me.
I ran. I could hear the sound of them hitting the floor.
I got scared and thought, omg, the house is haunted.
I talked to my son about getting a priest, but once again his reaction starttled me. He said we don't need a priest, we don't need God, what has He ever did for us and things like that...
He even started using blasphemous words. I got the feeling this is not the son I know.
I decided to postpone the priest thing and think that maybe it was just my imagination, maybe I was just tired.
I put a great pressure on my son to bring Jennifer home.
I had a feeling he was hiding something from me, or that maybe Jennifer was not the person she seemed to.
I wanted to know what kind of person she was. He agreed to bring her one evening for dinner.
Minor events like lights turning on and off, or furniture crackling did occur, but I started to get used to them.
I kind of accepted and even got a bit intrigued about us living in a haunted house. It added a bit of color to our otherwise common, boring lives.
Finally, that evening was here and my son came along with Jennifer. I was fascinated by her beauty. She was very polite, very charming.
The kind of woman everyone loves, everyone just gravitates around.
I noticed she always said the right things, she was slowly charming me, like drawing me in, that is the term, drawing me in at her side. My son was extremely in love with her.
Me too, I noticed I was saying things I should not have, and acting so unlike myself.
Suddenly, someone helped me and I had this thought, no idea where it came from, and I asked Jennifer to say the dinner prayer.
She blushed, said she was raised Atheist and... I was like, ok I will do it.
The moment I started praying, Jennifer started to cough. And she coughed very, very violently, until I stopped. She left shortly thereafter.
My son unleashed his wrath upon me. He yelled and accused me of trying to make Jennifer feel bad, of not wanting them to be together, said I don't really want him to be happy and many, many hurtful things.
The paranormal events intensified as we were fighting. The more we fought, the more they increased in intensity.
And something boosted up and intensified my son's rage way above normal limits. He left.
He walked as hypnotized through the chaos, the chairs swinging back and forth, the furniture moving, the plates suspended in the air, etc. He wasn't a bit scared.
The next day, I talked to a priest. He said he will come and taught me a simple prayer I should say around Jennifer.
That day, I was attacked. All the plates hit me, one after the other. Then, something invisible slashed at me.
I could feel the pain and the scratches, but the attacker or attackers were just not visible. I was scratched and beaten.
That evening, my son told me Jennifer was raped by a priest at 15, so seing one would be a real trauma for her.
He tried talking me into not bringing one in. What starttled me was the fact that I didn't tell my son I saw a priest that day or that the plan was for one to come by.
How did he know that? One day, I checked through my son's things and found a receipt for a Ouija board he bought unbekbnownst to me.
I saw him with Jennifer. I asked her to talk to me.
She tried charming me, but I said the prayer and saw her true, frightening appearance, a creature with horns, sharp teeth, fur, pitch black. A demon.
He plunged at me, he attacked me, but my son came to its aid. He later explained to me that he could only see Jennifer the whole time. He punched me.
He brushed Jennifer who convinced him to calm down.
I first saw my son and Jennifer in human form as they kissed. Then it switched to its true form and I saw my son kissing that.. that thing. She left as usual.
My son told me he was happy. He was in love. The next day, I found a note by my son. In it, he described a mad plan.
He wrote that he knew about me trying to get rid of Jennifer, but that he has a plan. He will kill me, then kill himself and then be with Jennifer forever.
He seemed to finally realize Jennifer was not human, but it didn't matter to him. I heard a loud bang. Footsteps.
I tried to run. The computer moved by itself so its plug could be in my way. I tripped and fell.
Something kept me pinned down again. I could feel a strong pain. I was bleeding, but I did not see the blood, as it was constantly vanishing into thin air.
Then I saw it. I saw Jennifer, in its demonic form, drinking my blood. Feeding off it. She then vanished. I called 911.
I was hospitalized and told I lost a lot of blood. We shortly thereafter came to perform an exorcism on my son.
I won't described it, as it was too scary. But I did remember Jennifer who constantly said "He is mine. He summoned me here. He wanted me to come, I have his soul'". And my son who kept saying Jennifer is "my true love" and he needs her.
It was all over. A silence. Things got back to normal. My son met a girl, a real one. I like her.
She might not be as spectacularly charming as Jennifer, but neither should anyone be.
However, while he is now married, he speaks of Jennifer, perhaps too often. And he still gazes on that board.
Is this an evil waiting to return? Time will tell. But for now, all is quiet and we are all a big, happy family!
