Knight Bob of the Hallway, My astral housemate Options

When I was perhaps 11 or so, I created my first servitor for a pretty reasonable purpose: to sheild my room from the noise of my father and his girlfriend having sex (I don't even want to discuss or elaborate upon that...lol).

I never named him, so I nicknamed him Bob. He lives in my hallway, because this is the only space between my father's room and my own. I created him out of just "assuming" he was there, and I envisioned him in full armor and carrying an axe. Much to my delight, he worked. Well, he worked for a little while.

As time progressed, and my father got rid of his girlfriend, the servitor remained. This isn't because I was lazy, it was because, despite my best attempts, he just wouldn't die. Soon, he dropped his intended appearance and task altogether, and I lost any semblance of control over Bob.

Bob is still around, and he gets stronger everyday. I have seen Bob turn a touch-lamp on and off, I have seen him manifest as an angel-like figure screaming in my face as I exited the bathroom, and he hangs out by the towel cabinet. O joy.

He refuses to appear in daylight, but in darkness he thrives. He will go in my room, he will go in my father's, he lives in the hallway, and he sits on my toilet; even still, he refuses to enter any other part of the home. Only on one or two occasions have I spotted him hanging out on my sister's abandoned bed.

Knight Bob of the Hallway walks behind me while I am in his territory, and he can appear in any form; he likes to look like a demon, and he makes people want to run out of the hallway. My sister (when she is home from college) is scared to death of him.

I don't want Bob dead, because when I am the only one in my home (which is...well...always) he is good people. Perhaps not the most well-mannered, but he gives the house some life.

It really is funny how, when things go wrong, things can really end up right

I just thought I would share...

That's fantastic! I actually created a being similar to Knight Bob of the Hallway. He was the Guardian of the Circle and would guard a specific place in the basement of my old place. He would not even let me pass unless I flared my aura with a specific etheric energy. When we were in the process of moving, I informed the Guardian of the Circle that we had to leave - we were going to a new place and he needed to come with me to protect the new Circle.

He refused to leave, though. He said he had to stay there to protect that Circle - even though I had dismantled it. I suppose that Circle will always remain as an echo across memory for him and myself. It's sad to think that it may be decades before someone who is magickally inclined moves into that house and finds him. Someone who can talk to him and give him company. I should send him a present.