So, here is the original post about a soul collecting demon that I encountered with my ex a bit over a year ago now. Today, I'll be discussing the soul collector that lives in my house and how it's feeding on my grandmother's soul and my experience with it.

I've posted here before. I'm a medium of sorts, but I don't like that term or the things associated with it. I just say that I'm able to see more clearly, to speak to those on the other side. To those who came before and to those who have never been and everything in between.

So, this is my story about a resident entity that I've touched on before. I am a first generation (and a half, technically) Filipino American. My grandparents grew up during the end of WWII during the Japanese invasion and then the American one. I have a firm belief that those who come from the old countries - countries that existed far before our home was ever a thought in someone's mind - that those people bring things with them. These things manifest like millstones. Dragging people down, taking up residency in their hearts and souls.

But, my resident entity, has been here for a long time.

I live in the house my grandparents built about 40 years ago after my grandfather retired from the military. I stay in the only downstairs bedroom while the bedroom directly ontop of me is my grandmother's room. My grandfather was brutally murdered in 2010, so it's just her room now. But, that's neither here nor there.

My family knew I had a gift when I was about 6 months old and was able to show my cousin my uncles spirit outside of the church during his funeral. So, when I was the first to be visited by my grandfather in late 2010 (exactly how he said he would visit me when he was alive, ironically enough), it wasn't surprising, but man, were they angry. Especially my mother and grandmother who have always been jealous of the love my grandfather had for me.

Now that we have established a little background, I will go on with my story.

Closets have always been the place I've seen the most evil or malevolent entities. I'm 28 and still refuse to sleep in a room with the closet doors open. That's neither here nor there. But, I've known for a long time that something was living in my grandparents closet. It's been there for at least a few years before my grandfather passed. I remember it being angrier before he did. We made a deal one night, as I saw the front door handle jingling and the lock moving and the motion sensor flood light flicker out front while I was too afraid to look out of our big bay windows that are covered by sheer, nearly translucent curtains. I told the entity that it would be allowed to stay.. so long as it remained in the closet where it called home. So long as it stayed in that closet, it could stay (since apparently the multiple blessings we have had at this house have not swayed it). It's not uncommon that I hear clear footsteps above my head when I'm home alone. It's wooden flooring up there, so it's easy to distinguish it. I hear them moving around.

Now, this is where it gets tricky.

I've avoided the upstairs for basically 12 years now. I can count on one hand how many times I'll go up there in a months time. There isn't anything for me there. And I also don't like the feeling it gives me. I can feel the entity. It's not as angry anymore, but it's not at peace either. It's waiting, I think. I told my grandmother about it before but she seemed to have forgotten until I mentioned it more recently. I told her that there's an entity in her closet and that I hear it walking upstairs when nobody is home. I told her this because I don't like being left home alone overnight. She, then, looked me right in the eye and said "It's just your grandpa." To me, that was like her telling me that the sky was green. I knew damn well that it was not my grandfather nor had it ever been my grandfather.

I believe that the endgoal for this entity is to drain my grandmother of her life. It's taken her husband. It's fueled her gambling addiction. She says she spends so much time at the casino because being in her room or the house depresses her. I think that this entity was brought here by them. By one of them. Maybe from the Philippines. Maybe from Vietnam, where my grandfather served. Maybe, maybe somewhere much more distant. I don't know where it came from, but I do know that it has been here a long time. And I have seen this happen before. I have seen this exact thing happen before.

The only thing about this entity though, is, that it has refused to reveal its true self to me and it has refused to speak to me. I don't know its true form. I don't know what it wants. I don't know why it took my deal all those years ago. But, it did. How it convinced my grandmother that it's her late husband is beyond me. She argued with me of all people about who it was. Why does she feel better thinking that my grandfather's spirit/soul are trapped in their closet of all places? Is that where she wants him to be? She says she doesn't feel anything. I don't know how. It's so strong I don't even go up there.

What I'm saying here is.. at some point, there will be an update on this. Whether it takes as long as my grandmother lives or not, I don't know. But, mark my words - this entity will show its true form and it will speak to me. I just don't know when.