Essay About Evil Man And Heavy Things

Jonny Case
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I grew up in a house that had ghosts and demons and weve had many, many experiences. My scariest one: this happened in the afternoon and I was home alone (my dad was at work, my mom and siblings were visiting family in another state, I had to stay home due to work). I was in my room cleaning it (I always kept my door closed..my brothers room was right across the hall from mine and he had a demon (he called it “monk”) in his room and I never wanted to see it and thought closing my door would keep it out too). I had the radio cranked up and was dancing around and singing while I was cleaning. I never touched drugs and only used alcohol socially. Anyhow, I suddenly heard what sounded like people come into the house and started ransacking it. I could hear glass shattering, heavy things falling, things breaking, just total destruction. I quickly turned off my radio and thought about jumping out one of the 2 windows, but thought that theyd either catch me on my way out a window, or thered be people outside as well whod catch me, so, I had to hide. I kept under my bed packed with crap so that nobody could hide under there, unfortunately, I couldnt either (same with my closet). The only thing I could do was to jump in bed, cover up, and pray that when they got to my room, that they wouldnt see me in bed. My father was a very evil man, very abusive, and told us quite a bit that he had contracts out on us and that wed never know when itll happen, so, I was thinking this was my time, that it would look like a break in. I could still hear extreme ransacking when I heard my door fly open. I tried not to breathe so they wouldnt see me. I felt someone come to my bed and it was like they were standing over me. I was still holding my breath and I waited. I was praying that theyd hurry up and do their job and that I wouldnt feel it, that it would just be quick and painless. It seems that I waited for so long but nothing was happening and I couldnt take it anymore. I uncovered my head, and right in my face, nearly nose to nose, was an extremely old man, when I mean old, Im saying think of the oldest man that ever walked this earth and multiply that. His face was so wrinkly that it almost looked melted. He had black horn-rimmed glasses. I couldnt see his body or if anyone else was around because he was so close. He was definitely not friendly. He just stayed in my face, nose-to-nose, staring at me. I couldnt breathe. I could still hear the ransacking. This stare down seemed to last forever. When I just couldnt take it anymore, I covered back up, terrified, and praying to God to hurry up and let them get it over with and let it be quick and painless. Suddenly, everything stopped. I no longer felt someone standing over me, no longer heard the bangs, crashes, and such from the ransacking, I heard nothing at all, just quiet. I waited, finally I uncovered my