There are many different stages to a haunting, or many different ghosts...in most peoples eyes, a demon. Something to fear. Something to rid of. There was no good way to discribe these things, though many people say they're lost souls, others say they simply have a burning hatred that needs to be taken out on those who fear it. Feeding of the petrified and the weak.

Stage 1:

Referred to as a Senses Attack because in the early stages of a poltergeist the activity mainly revolves around the human body's basic senses.

• Cold spots
• Strange noises
• Odd odors and smells
• Hearing footsteps
• Unusual animal activity, such as dogs and cats running from rooms, etc.
• Feelings of being watched..

This is what they felt just as the year begun, Alexander would find himself waking up three a.m. every night to this horrible smell looming in the air. He always glanced at his Windows and sighed in relief as his closest was closed, along with his curtains and doors. No one could be in his room. He closed his eyes once again and heard footsteps pass by his door. George must be going toilet, nothing weird is happening.

Stage 2:

This level is where the noises and smells begin to turn into something more direct. Everything is still at its basic level but turned up a few notches.

• Whispers, Laughs or giggles
• Moans or shrieking
• Moving shadows
• Breezes in closed areas
• Visible clouds (base apparitions)
• Strong static electricity
• Marks on floors or walls (Not writings)

Alexander sat in the lounge half asleep,his phone in his hand as he heard a small giggle down the hall followed by an unaudible whisper behind him. His eyes fluttered open. He was home alone. He threw it aside as being half awake, imagining things. An eary moan filled the air as a small scratching sound followed. The boy sat up and looked around, his eyes widened at the sight of the expensive carpet with the large scratch. His eyes darted around as he saw a faint white figure fly past the unplugged tv before it started to make an unbearable noise, the black and white image appearing made his heart race as it started to smoke. IT WASN'T PLUGGED IN.

Stage 3:

At this stage the poltergeist begins to make it's presence felt. The difference is that in the first two levels it could be said that it was the mind playing tricks, but now, it's hard not to notice something real is happening. This is the level that the classic haunting falls into.

• Lights and other electrical appliances turning ON/OFF
• Unseen hands grabbing or touching people
• Writings on walls or pattern markings
• Doors that Open/Close or Lock/Unlock
• Hearing voices or words clearly
• Full apparitions or dark figures
• Showing levels of communication with living people

Alexander whined softly as he heard the flicker of a light switch so early in the morning, he propped himself up on his elbows and mumbled for George to turn the light off. He sat up and glanced at the light shining through the door. "Sleep..." He heard as an echo "sleep, sleep..." the faint feminine voice spoke, he rubbed his eyes and sat up, seeing a black figure standing in the corner of the large room. He squinted his eyes and made out the human looking shadow, he went to scream, nothing came out. He felt a hand tangle in his hair as the black figure completely disappeared.

Stage 4:

This is where an advanced poltergeist begins to gain momentum. Moving closer to the danger level and picking up a clearer consciousness.

• Flying/moving objects
• Objects disappearing and reappearing elsewhere
• Shaking furniture
• Pushing or shaking people
• Windows, mirrors or other household objects breaking for no reason
• Levitation

"I'm starting to freak out, John. George is almost never home and I know there's something." Alexander said softly, writing down in his homework book for history, months had past and it was late October, he was sitting on his bed ranting about the horrifying year. After a while, John hung up to go to bed cause he's a bab. Alexander laid down and closed his eyes before hearing something shatter, glass. He gripped his bed and screamed as it started to shake rapidly. He went to jump off but only held on tighter ass the smaller items in his room were floating in the air.

After that night passed, he laid there wide awake and started to cry, he reached for his teddy bear, but lucky him. It was fucking gone. He slowly made his way out of the now messy room, his heart pounding in his chest as he saw the teddy laying in the lounge with notes surrounding it.

'M i S s M e ?'
'YoU'Re tOo lAtE fOr hElP'
'IM watCHinG.'

Alexander lifted his doll and started to search the internet for a psychic and a priest.

Stage 5:

At this level the poltergeist is at its highest energy point and should be considered dangerous, not because it wants to hurt people, but just because it has a great deal of energy and could end of hurting someone with it (either on purpose or by accident). The time frame here, and for all stages listed, will vary depending on the poltergeist. It could end in days, months or years. After this stage, the poltergeist will usually go dormant and then begin this cycle over again.

• Dangerous activity
• Biting, Slapping or punching
• Animating objects
• Use of household electrical systems
• Hair pulled
• Heavy objects falling

(GHOSTS ARE FUCKING KINKY)

It was December 13th. It was a Friday. Alexander was completely mortified to be left alone, the psychic told him to leave this house, to leave and never return. Of course he didn't. He was sixteen. He couldn't leave without George and George was staying in Ireland for work. He slowly made his way out of his room and looked away as he saw blood dripping on the wall.

'They check for monsters under the bed, they look in the closet and around the child's room, they always forget to look up. She doesn't like to be seen.'

At that point he was completely frozen,.his heart pounded in his chest to the point it was the only thing he could hear. He saw the stove fall foward and the microwave started to heat up nothing. The electric fire was on full blast. He felt like his heart froze as his hair was pulled the point he was staring the roof, a lady held onto the wood, her teeth dripping with blood as her eyes were pitch black, her skin was grey and her dress fell.

The last thing he saw was her edging closer.

The last thing her heard was her ear piercing scream.

That was the last he was ever seen again.

There was no blood on the walls, the tv was no longer broken, the carpet was in perfect condition when the men came to investigate. There was mo trace of Alexander Hamilton.

There never would be again.