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human
Meanwhile, in the real world, I’m going to bed one night in my tiny little bedroom. My emotions are still all over the place, and I’m still often feeling soul-crushingly sad and I don’t understand why. I sit down on my tiny single-wide mattress on the floor, and just kind of stare at the floor for a minute. Out of nowhere, a sudden heat hits my face. It was like it was just a cloud of heat, I honestly don’t know how else to describe it. It was cold as fuck because we couldn’t afford the heat, so when this hit, I had no explanation for it. In that moment, I remember feeling extremely unsafe and probably the most dread-filled I had ever felt in my life. I grabbed my blanket, left my bedroom in a hurry, and laid on the floor in the living room.

My older sister at this point was sleeping on the pull-out bed in the couch in the living room. She asks me what’s wrong, but I can’t bring myself to answer or really even say shit. She goes and gets my mom, probably sketched out at how I’m acting, and as soon as my mom touches me, I just absolutely break down. I spent the next three days missing school and crying my eyes out almost constantly. I told my sisters and mom about it, and my sisters think it was some kind of demon, and my mom thinks that maybe the effects of the divorce and the fact that I’ve tried to be someone they could lean on for so long finally got to be too much for me to shoulder without help.

I say and choose not to believe in ghosts or demon in the present day - but my honest opinion? I’m pretty sure it was both.
gpt
At this point, I’m probably 13 years old. My older sister has an emo friend named Brett that she brings over one day, and I’m pretty excited because this guy is fun, actually pretty cool, and treats me like a human being. Even says some inspiring shit about how I should dress how I want to and be whoever I want to be. Brett comes over semi-frequently, but this day was different. We’re hanging out in the bedroom, me, Brett, My sister, and her boyfriend, Dustin, all cramped up on the tiny mattress. Brett is looking through a random old yearbook my sister found stashed away in the house when we first moved into it. Shit’s old, dusty, and black and white. All kinda joking around, having a decent time, and I ask Brett a question. Silence. I look over, and he’s now just staring blankly at the wall. I say his name several times, my sister says his name a couple times, and shakes him. He doesn’t respond. Dustin is pretty sketched out, but he’s kind of the quiet type.

Brett then stands up, eyes still glazed over in a blank stare, and starts walking out of the bedroom. I squeeze in between him, and start walking backwards, trying to get his attention as he walks down the hall. He’s still not responding to any attempts to get his attention. Guy goes all the way outside, and walks right up to the well we have in our yard. Fucking dunks his head in it. My sister grabs his shoulders and pulls him out, and he starts shaking like a motherfucker and looks scared as shit. We take him inside, my mom is now here, gets him a towel, and we try to ask him what’s up. He says he doesn’t know, that it felt like something was just controlling him, and then the glaze suddenly returns.
human
And then shit hits the fucking fan. It’s dark out at this point, and Brett starts screaming shit in Latin (I wish I was joking) in like a straight up screamo voice, flailing his arms all over the place and throwing shit. For whatever reason, I kick into gear like I’ve been doing this my whole life, and tell my sister and Dustin to hold him down. My sister isn’t strong, and neither is her boyfriend, but she is a PRETTY BIG BITCH if you catch my drift. Probably pushing 300~ pounds. She sits on him to keep him still, but he’s still screaming shit and randomly adding in nasty death threats in English. My mom is properly wtfed out, and I tell her to go grab the Bible out of her bedroom. I have lost my faith in God at this point, and still don’t believe in any of that shit, but at the moment, this is just what my brain was telling me to do.

My mom brings the bible in here, and I tell her to start reading the Lord’s Prayer, bc I don’t know my way around a fucking bible. Brett then starts going even more ballistic, literally lifts my sister up (this guy is like 115 lbs soaking wet, 5’8”). Dustin jumps on top of the both of them, sending Brett back down to the couch. I also join in, struggling to keep him down while he starts lifting the fucking lot of us. My mom starts shouting the prayer at the top of her lungs, he’s screaming like a motherfucker, and then I notice he’s suddenly whimpering and panicking. I get everyone off of him, he’s once again shaking, crying, and absolutely terrified. We call his parents, talk to them a bit, Dustin has gotten into his car and fucked off (can’t blame him, he was shaken up as fuck, and said he was really sensitive to supernatural shit and this just felt WRONG to him).
gpt
Later found out that Brett’s parents took him in for multiple psychological evaluations, and they all basically told his parents that he wasn’t crazy and didn’t have anything wrong with him. Still not sure what happened that day. Older sister swears up and down he was possessed by a demon, and my mom refuses to talk about it. I just like to pretend it didn’t happen, for the most part.