Part one:
So I have a friend, I’m going to call him James. James and I were really into this whole ghost thing. Fascinated with VooDoo, Witchcraft, Ghosts, and Demons. We were video chatting on Discord one night after I was done eating dinner. We started telling stories when I decided I was going to tell James about this strange happening going on in my house. How every night from midnight to 3 AM I would feel like I’m being watched in my sleep. I also told him that sometimes I could see a shadowy figure of a man standing in the opposite corner of my room from where my bed was.
He explained to me that it was probably either a ghost or a spirit that is supposed to guard me, by watching and observing me. I got a little spooked out and it was starting to get dark outside. So I turned on my Christmas lights hanging above my window and plugged in a nightlight. I kept my room light on so James could see me when he wasn’t showing me things on his Minecraft server.
We talked and talked and as the hours started to pass I got more and more uncomfortable. I could feel someone in my room staring at me. I was all alone besides James on the screen of my phone. James wasn't looking at me either. He was showing me his home in Minecraft. It got to the point where I could no longer stay in my room.
It was 1:15 AM when I left my room. I went downstairs to the main floor and laid on the couch with my pillow and blankets. James asked me if I saw the shadow on the balcony next to the closet door. I looked up there and didn't see anything, but that didn't keep my stomach from churning with fear.
We started talking about the wendigo that James's friend claimed to see in his backyard after playing with a Ouija board in the basement of his house. Up on the balcony, I hear the closet door open with a squeal. I look up at the balcony and see the door wide open.
I show James immediately, and he reassured me that it was probably my little sister getting a blanket out of the closet or something. I calmed down for a little bit until I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. The closet door was slowly closing shut. I point the camera to the door as fast as I could, allowing James to witness what I was. The closet door slammed shut. There was no one behind the door.
That night I welcomed a new member of the household.
The Ghost I call Tom.
Part two:
It had been a while since James and I had communicated and I was still uncomfortable in my own home after the incident with my closet. Every night since the incident I would either hear the toilet flush or doors slamming during the devil's hour. This one particular night I had got an EVP box out and I turned it on. My EMF meter was going off like crazy, so I decided to say hello.
“Hi… what's your name? Can you tell me your name?” No response. “I'm friendly, I promise.” Still no response. “Do you like the name, Tom?”
“Yes.” Said a man with a deep voice through the EVP box.
“Oh, okay Tom. Tell me, how many people are currently living inside this house.” There was a little hesitation before a response came through.
“Nine.”
“Did you say nine?” I asked, making sure I heard the answer correct.
“Yes.”
My eyes widened and I turned to my sister. She was standing in the doorway with her hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. The only thought that ran through our heads was there were only four people living in the house.
