does someone acc have an expirience with a mimic

A while back there was a mimic infesting my house. I was at a very low point in terms of mental health, I was doing awful in school and I was very lonely. For context I moved out at 16 and live with my uncle now, I didn't have much of a social life at the time and I would come home from school absolutely exhausted.

When I was home alone I started noticing little things, Things dissappearing from where I had placed them, footsteps when I could've sworn I was home alone. I thought rationally and assumed the noises were just in my head.

My uncle is out a lot at night so I'm often left home alone. One night I heard a crash sound from downstairs, so I go downstairs thinking a painting had fallen or something. at this point it was like 10 pm and I was procrastinating eating dinner because of a depressive episode, so the crashing sound was a perfect motivation to actually go downstairs to eat as well as check out the noise.

I have 3 dogs, 1 large dog (tootz) , one medium on the large side (googoo) and another medium but on the smaller side (Chivas). When I was in the kitchen I let them in, usually they rush in but that night they were a bit hesitant to step in but I just pinned that down to them being silly. Boy was I wrong. My dogs all sit around me so I felt safe despite a very strong feeling that someone, something was watching me. My dogs started whining at nothing and growling into the darkness. at night when you light the kitchen light, the living room in the corner is in complete darkness no matter how bright the kitchen light is. I started getting a bit scared.

I closed all the doors, keeping the dogs inside because I felt like they would protect me or something. To get to the staircase to go upstairs to where the bedrooms are you have to walk through the pitch black livingroom, so I was very nervous about that. Immediately, Googs and Chivas were standing behind me and Tootz protectively in front of me. They were waiting for me to walk. 

I felt better with the three dogs around me, so I took my first steps, the dogs kept their formation, staying very alert, something was alarming them, they guide me into the livingroom, through the darkness and to the stairs. I look back to kiss them on their heads goodnight, and they're all facing away from me, standing defensively at the foot of the staircase, so I turned away once again and went up to my room. 

At about 4 in the morning I started really craving chocolate biscuits, so I got up to get them, I went to the stairs and descended them. The more I stepped the more of a nauseatingly bad feeling I couldn't shake off, it just felt evil, but I ignored it. See normally, when the dogs are inside, they run straight to me, tails wagging, but they were nowhere to be seen. Now it was 2am, so I assumed that my uncle had come home and put the dogs back outside. I walked past the couch in the nearly pitch black livingroom and I see my uncle in the corner of the room by the couch, facing the wall. It sounded like talking, so I didn't really pay attention. When i finally made my way into the kitchen and opened the fridge I automatically started listening in to the conversation in the livingroom.

The more I listened, the less it made sense, it was more of a slur than actual speech. The more I think, "did I actually see my uncle on the phone?". I get very scared at this point and I think of a game plan. I shove the biscuits in my pocket and pace around the kitchen for a bit, to make s if I was doing something. Whatever that thing was, I didn't want it knowing I had acknowledged it. I hear growling and barking, outside the glass door in the livingroom, my dogs were going apeshit, pawing, clawing and biting at the glass. 

I have a habit of playing music out my phone whenever I'm doing anything. So I put on my music, the very song whenever I feel scared "Michael Collins" by The Wolfe Tones. I started to sing along, I really didn't know what to do. At the chorus 

"At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out

The men from the Dublin battalion roved out

I left the kitchen, I walked with courage in my step, singing along, putting on a fearless act. I walked past that thing in the livingroom, it had stopped making noises, it was just observing. I march past confidently and singing and I march up the stairs to my room. I shut and lock the door behind me. 

I then heard scratching at my door, knocking, calling my name in a voice that was not my uncle's. I knew not to give it attention, logically no good can come from giving something attention when it was so desperately trying to draw you closer. As difficult as it was, I put on my headphones to block out the noise and ignored it. I fell asleep and woke up in the morning. I checked my phone, a message from my uncle "I'll be back at noon, I stayed at a friend's". Needless to say, I didn't leave my room until he came home.

from that, all I can say is that mimic or not, do not give it attention, if it's actively trying to gra your attention, it's never good. Mimics are demonic spirits, meaning that they were never human in the first place, they feed off of fear, darkness and the vulnerable. I was very vulnerable, which is most likely why I saw it.

I haven't heard or seen anything since, but sometimes when I'm alone, I feel the intense feeling of being watched.

hi!

i have, i live in a very old and spiritual city where a looot of paranormal shit happens. i'm in an older apartment building and when i first got here, i unfortunately moved in with a demon. i think it was either his home/nest or very very close to his home/nest. when i moved up to another floor, the demon took a while to find me again, but a mimic found me first. 

i have a fiancee, and she has a very distinctive voice. for a while when we first got up here we didn't feel anything, but within a few weeks i began to hear her call for me from different room, but when i would ask her what she wanted/needed, she would just furrow her eyebrows and say she wasn't calling for me. i believe her. it kept going and because of our experience downstairs we decided to text each other when not in the same room so i knew if it was her or not (she never heard it). it escalated, as they usually do, and i started hearing her voice calling me from another room when i knew she was at work. i thought i was going crazy, of course. 

at all times it felt like i had eyes on me. it was terrifying and made my anxiety go haywire, but i learned to live with it. funnily enough, i'd take it back considering the only thing that scared it away was the demon finding us again and going back to its old antics, although weaker than before (we're in a different wing and 5 floors above it now). 

mimics are terrifying and exhausting but ours never hurt me or my girl, it just kinda mentally terrorized me for a good minute. however: PLEASE DON'T ACKNOWLEDGE IT. they get their power most from acknowledgement and engagement. it will grow if you speak to it or acknowledge its presence. if you aren't religious or spiritual, i really recommend looking up the best ways to protect yourself from it without religion or spirituality. 

stay safe, stranger friend ~

I'm currently dealing with a mimic and I'm not too sure what to do about it. Everyone in my family has had an experience with it but I seem to be the target of most of it. My sister and her boyfriend heard walking and talking upstairs and assumed it was me but I wasn't home. A box and my mom's makeup bag have gone flying across the room, even breaking her glass foundation bottle. I've heard numerous voices of people in my family when home alone, seen figures in the corner of my eye, I've heard their car pull up to the house but when I looked outside it wasn't there. I've had a little girl whisper right up close to my face when I lied down to sleep one night. This paired with candles lighting by themselves and horrific night terrors I think I'm fucked. I've put sigils around my house, told it verbally its not welcome, cleansed my house, placed crystals around and even prayed to several different gods but it still seems to be here. ;-;

Wasn't a mimic, but a bad spirit lingering outside of my house. I remember sitting in the corner of my brothers bedroom praying in fear that it would go away soon as it loudly banged on my front door outside mimicking the voice of my own mother as it begged me to let it in.

It also like possessed one of my cats to get in the house and my cat has been weird ever since (he's fine though)

I'm unsure if this makes me relieved, or more concenered. I knew when I heard my not-uncle's voice it was something but I never figured it was something like well, what y'all are talking about in the replies. Demons weren't something totally new to me, something was lurking at my old apartment and it liked to follow me until recently when I got a fix from a santeria witch at a mercado

I'll tell my cousin about these 'mimic' demons, and try and plan some way to look into it during the summer. The thing that worried me about those two, the follower and the voice, was that despite my mental issues those two 'paranoias' behaved nothing like any of my delusions or paranoias. And now sadly I know why.

It is also releaving to see my theory on demons expressed by other people; what makes them unique from all other spirits and daemons is feeding on the pain they cause.