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Witness: Ariel
Location: Keewatin, Minnesota
Date of Encounter: 1998-2009

It all started in the house where I was raised.

I always knew weird things went on in the house, but I never believed them. But that changed.

When I was about six years old, I used to be afraid to go into my room alone. In my room there was a door that led into an attic. The attic door used to unlock itself and open and close. I would tell my father about it but he never believed me.

Then, when I was about 15 years old, me and two friends were sitting in the living room playing on the computer when we heard what sounded like knocking on the front door. We went to see who was there but couldn't find anyone. Yet, we saw two handprints on the window.

We then stepped outside but there wasn't anyone around.

The kitchen cupboards started slamming later that night.

About three days later me and my friends were once again in the living room watching TV when we heard something scratching at my dad's upstairs bedroom door. The scratching got louder and louder until the door started to violently shake. We were too scared to move.

A year later, I had hurt my leg so I was sleeping in my dad's room with him. It was about 12:30 in the morning and I woke up screaming because I could feel something physically pulling me down the bed. My father woke up and put his glasses on to see a dark figure standing at the foot of the bed.

We moved out of the house almost three years ago due to the activity. After we moved out, my brother went back to get some stuff. He found what had been a normally bright and lit up house to be pitch black and cold. He couldn't even see his hand three inches in front of his face! He went upstairs to grab something and when he returned to the back door, he turned around and the house was lit up and warm again.

We had the house blessed several times and the activity worsened every time we did that. We believe that the dark spirit my father saw was a demonic figure.

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