This happened when I was about 16, I had stayed with my grandmother for the night. I had always heard her house was haunted, but I never really believed any of the stories due to my mild skepticism. But anyways, on with the story. My grandmother was (and still is) wiccan, but she also does seances with Ouija boards and candles and things of the like. Well my father always told me that her house was haunted by a demon due to her playing with witchcraft. I didn't believe him until I went and stayed the night with her after her dog died. (I have no idea if the dog died of natural causes or if my grandmother killed her) she had called me and asked if I would stay with her for a day or so to make sure she would be alright, so I said yes. I got my parents to drop me off and all the while my instincts were telling me to go back home, by the time I got into the house I felt nauseated and slightly chilled, I still don't know why. It was later on that evening when things started happening, if I remember correctly it was around 6 that evening. It all started with scratching noises on the walls in the living room and in my grandmothers bedroom. After a few minutes it would stop, so I paid it no mind. Well, I was taking some laundry down to the basement and I noticed the scratching sounds had followed me, I was about halfway down the old wooden basement steps and I feltlike something grabbed my foot, it caused me to tumble down the last 7 steps. I just so happened to open my eyes while I tumbled down, I seen a while looking face in between a couple of the steps, it looked as if it was laughing at me. After falling down the steps and gathering the spilled laundry back up, I limped
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