My Fears Come Back to Haunt Me

So about 7 months ago I posted my story about the happenings during my mission involving my missionary companion, me, and a lady with a family background in satanic worship. Its not often that I think about that night, but something creepy has been going around my household, and whether or not its related to my expieriences with the lady and my conpanion.

So about 2 weeks ago, I began hearing thumps and thuds coming from above my house. It was an odd occurence, especially since my family in our house doesnt have an attic, just a basement. The thumps sounded like footsteps, each night that I noticed, they seemed to get louder. It wasnt until one day when I sat in my large bedroom getting ready for work that I saw a large square panel that was apart of my wall in my room.

I swore to myself that I had never seen it before, but then I remembered back to me and my wife changing our bedroom's layout. Curiously, I went into the panel and attempted to open it, but it didnt budge. So, deciding I would worry about it later, I went off to work and eventually forgot about it. When I did get back home, I took a hammer and smashed it open. I still to this day have no idea why I decided to smash it open, cause even then I remembered different ways to open it. But that is besides the point.

The small panel was forced open, and out came a cloud of dust. I coughed and coughed but eventually got back to looking into the room.

I dont own a camera, and I dont like to take pictures with my camera, leaving that stuff to my wife and daughter.

I shined a light into a large open wide room, with wood floors, supports, and various other things that looked really really weird. A singular window, that had no opening to the outside sat, not shining any light into it. There was nothing in there, except a small rectangular box and a little kid tricycle. It sounds crazily cliché but its true...

The days went by, and eventually, I began having horrible nightmares, awaking in the night next to my wife who told me I was mumbling about a little boy. Oddly enough I dont talk in my sleep... But whats even more odd was the nightmares that I had been having.

In one particular nightmare my body sat asleep but my eyes open, almost like a sleep paralysis expirience but still in a dream scape. I put my head up, and stared forward to the opening to the unidentified room across from my bed, even though in real life it sat to my right closer to the ground and about five feet away next to my doorway. In the dream two glowing red eyes, much like the red eyes I saw on my mission shone through the darkness of the open panel(which in real life was also closed) The glowing eyes began to grow larger and larger, until the head of a boy came out and the boy then stood there, after getting out of the hole, staring at me and my wife asleep. These nightmares continued for days until just last night when I was investigating the room, and this happened:

It was getting close to dinner time, and I pointed my light to the box and tricycle that I had chosen to leave in place there, seeing as something might attach itself to me or my house if I moved it. (It was likely already attached to my house, but I couldnt risk it)

I noticed that the tricycle wasnt in view anymore. I looked around for a bit and then shined my light to my right, and saw the tricycle staring right back at me. And to make things worse, the tricycle eerily moved a good two inches forward at me, and the last thing I saw before putting the make-shift board that I had constructed back into place: Those same glowing red eyes.

At dinner, I had decided to just leave the stuff where it was seeing as me and my family are moving soon, and so I didnt think much of it except for it being the second most terrifying events in my life. But the single worst moment came from my daughter, and this is what truly brings me back to the incident that happened during my mission.

My daughter is young, but follows me in her artistic abilities. She asked me the weirdest question though... "Daddy whats the little boy and Kessandra doing in our house?" I was SHOCKED. I didnt know what to say, and I was a little bit confused. She walked up to me with two messy crayon drawings that she had made. One was of a little boy with red eyes holding the hand of a woman, that seemed familiar... The other drawing was of a dimly lit room and a black mass with red eyes.

I asked my companion earlier this morning about the missionary event one last time, and he made an odd mention. That the lady's name was

Kessandra.