Hello everyone, season's greetings. I have had a few paranormal/ spiritual encounters in my short lifetimes so far, but today I will just recount my most recent and horrifying one. A few years ago, I think I was about 17, I learned that my biological mother dabbled in witchcraft and spiritual dealings of the like. I geuss it made sense when I heard it, because when I was little, maybe 7 or 8, I would pretend to make spells, and generally felt very attached to the Other World, one would say too much, perhaps. Many empaths say that they feel all emotions, happiness, sadness, joy, and can even read auras. I'm a strange one, though. I cannot read all emotions, and I can't read auras, but I can feel them. The only energies I can sense are the darker ones like hatred, jealousy, anger, and one that I call Ink. I call it Ink because... okay... imagine you have a bowl of water and you drop black ink into it. It kinda makes dark clouds in the water, right? I can sense it from people or places. It's werird, like I can only feel the surface of it. When I encounter someone or something with this Ink, this weird energy runs through my arms into my hands. It doesn't make my hair stand up... I actually feel tranquil. Like a reflecting pool. Anyway, back on track, when I was 16 or 17 I started reading about witchcraft, and it kinda opened my mind more to the darker side of the world. I thought the White Witches were kind and graceful, and I enjoyed reading about their spells. But I just kept feeling a pull to the darker side, and i started reading their stuff too. I learned the names of demons. And when I read one of their names, I just felt the electricity in my hands gather. I kinda sat there, on my bed, for a little bit, feeling kinda dazed. I just stared into space, but I was totally calm. I felt his presence in my room. And I knew that I had to stop his name from running in my head or else he might never go away. But it kept running through my head. Subconsciously, I heard my sister, who also shares the basement, go upstairs. She plays the guitar and left it on her bed. I felt him leave my room. I closed my eyes and started saying an incantation against evil spirits, because now i was scared and didnt want him to hurt my sister. I think he got upset, because I felt the Ink spike. Then, before he left, I heard my a chord play on my sister's guitar, and he said her name in a deep evil Inky voice. When I felt him leave, I closed my eyes and calmed myself. And that's my most recent experience. Thanks for listening.