I'll dedicate this post to that devilish being we called Frank.
By the time he had his deepest hold, we had our roommate Spencer living with us.

There was a very dark point that I lived through. You know that unnerving feeling of being watched you get after watching a scary movie late at night? Imagine that feeling being with you 24/7. That was Frank.
We had a game we played with him, we'd talk to him without the ouija board. We set out lit candles and directed him to play with them. (There was no source of air current in the apartment.)...The candles would jump and bob. Burn up to 6 inches long flames, all the way down to completely burning out.

He also started his own games, innocent at first.
Random knocks. The stereo would make an odd white noise sound, like when a cell phone is about to go off (When no cellphones were anywhere near by)....

But slowly it got a little more frightening.
Harder knockings. Electronics turning on and off.
The being-watched feeling increased. I remember one specific night when Dustin and Spencer were gone and i was in the kitchen cleaning. The sinister feeling became so great I had to hightail it out of that building over to a friends house.

Finally, we got some audio.
Spencer was awake one night in his room while Dustin and I were asleep. All of a sudden he hears laughing coming from the hallway. The sound of a man, deep laughing.
About one week later, Spencer was away, and a friend of mine, Sarah, was spending some time at our place. (Keep in mind, we didn't tell her about Spencer's experience) She slept in Spencer's room and awoke.
She heard the exact same laughter followed by a "SLAM" noise of something in the kitchen.

We performed another ouija session later the next night and things were pretty normal.
After however, Dustin was in the kitchen and Frank actually touched Dustin. He described the feeling of someone having their hand on his shoulder.
Sarah and I also sometime that week were sitting the living room. I was looking at my laptop, and she was fiddling on her ipod. Dustin was in another room, and Sarah briefly glanced through her peripheral vision and saw him standing against the wall, and looked back down. Dustin walked out of the other room and she kinda just looked at him for a second.

Sarah: Were you standing there a minute ago?
Dustin:.....No? Why?
Sarah: *looks around room* I guess that was Frank.

We saw more shadows as time went on.

I was having more nightmares, and things in general were crap.

We had more knockings, electronic disturbances, and our cat playing with/chasing random things around we couldn't see.


Frank also increasingly got more and more possessive of me. He hated Dustin and would target him. He also began to target Spencer.

Before Spencer moved in with us, he owned a pure white about 90% wolf. It's name was Fen (Short for Fenrir. In the Norse religion, Fenrir is the enormous wolf that is the child of Loki). It ended up dying of old age, which prompted Spencer to move in with us so he'd have someone.

Spencer was given a new framed picture of Fen by a friend. Overnight when the photo was brought to our house, the frame was chipped and worn looking. And across the glass, directly infront of Fen's face was a scratch mark INSIDE OF THE GLASS.

We brought this up to Frank on a ouija session, and he explained his disgust with Fen because his spirit was still around, protecting Spencer and the others of the house.

More to come....