I had a boyfriend who lived alone with his father. I used to go over on weekends and cook and clean up for them, while I got to spend some time away from my own house and be with my boyfriend. At times, I would even stay over and help out his father early in the morning at his Barber Shop, that was part of the downstairs of the same house. My boyfriend was very moody, but we all thought it was because of the crazy hours he had to work. He'd never let anyone, but me, in his room, so everyone respected that. His father had a girlfriend, and as you would expect, we didn't get along, until one day....

I got up on a Sunday morning, tired still, and needing badly a cup of coffee. She was already downstairs, sitting at the table, and having a cup of her own. I poured myself a cup, and sat quietly next to her, trying to enjoy it, and wake up, when she put her cup down, looked at me, and asked if we could talk. I cringed at the thought of arguing so early, but said yes. Her eyes grew wide as saucers, as she explained to me a dream she had with my boyfriend. In the dream, a "Demon" type monster came out of his bedroom wall and grabbed him, and proceeded to choke him. I tried not to laugh, for it did humor me that she would dream such a thing---and then tell me about it, until she described the "Demon." It was a "Demon" I knew well! My boyfriend--Rocker that he was, had all types of Posters in his room, and one had this particular "Demon" on it. [I will refrain from mentioning what group and such, for I believe it has really nothing to do with it]. She then asked me if I knew of such a Demon, I guess my face gave me away, and so I told her yes, that it was from a poster in his room. She rose from the table and left.

I finished my coffee, and then gathered the dry clothes from the line, folded them, and while putting them in each room, stopped at the poster when in my boyfriends room. I looked at the "Demon" and told it that if he wanted my boyfriends soul.....he'd had to go through me first, that I challenged him, if he won, he'd get both our souls, if not, he'd leave and never come back. Not sooner as I had said all of that--I forgot as I continued doing my chores around the house.

That evening, my boyfriend still wasn't home from work, and his fathers girlfriend had told his Dad about the dream she'd had. He then came to me, and requested I remove all his posters and bring them to him. I did as told and he tried to burn them--but they wouldn't burn! Couldn't rip them either, so he gave up and just stuffed them in the garbage can outside. He then got in his car, leaving to his girlfriends house for a couple of days, and told me if I'd any problems with his son, to just blame him, and he'd take care of things when he got back--and then they left.

Time crept by, and while sitting on the balcony, still waiting for my boyfriend to get back from work, I heard the clock from the house accross the street chime 12 midnight. I thought nothing of it, but just then a little dog was passing by, stopped in front of the house, looked to the second floor, and turned, tail between it's legs, whining and yelping! Thats when it finally all came back to me, and at the same time I could hear the sound of a strong wind blowing--but seeing the air was still! Then heavy footsteps pounding on the upstairs floor, doors opening and slaming shut---whatever it was was angry, and looking for something--me!

I tried to remain calm, wondering what to do. I couldn't leave because I was locked in, didn't have the key, and the only way I knew how to get out was from upstairs! Now here I will say this, when I'm scared--I get mad, and very mad I did get! I ran upstairs, screaming at the top of my lungs for it to go and never come back, all the while opening doors and turning on lights, only to have them turn off and close behind me! This, made me madder still. I stopped at the end of the hall, turned around to face "IT," screaming for it to go--that it had no power there--to never come back. All fell silent, and my boyfriends car pulled up in front of the house.

Still more afraid of him--than any "Demon," I sat down quietly in the livingroom and awaited his reaction to the posters being gone. He entered the house, patted my head "Hello" and went straight to his room. He came back down moments later, calm, and asked me where they were. I told him that his father threw them away, and he--still calm--said "Fine, I was going to get rid of them anyway, my room needs a change." He then went out once more, to come back with cokes and snacks, all fine. We never heard from the "Demon" again, but most important of all, my boyfriend was no longer "moody."

And second, a time I was in his room, [him working that night], and heard someone come up the stairs, stop in front of the door, see the shadow of someone being "there" but refused to move and find out for I was there alone! I guess I know now what it was!