Demons?

Do you believe in demons?
Well explain this to me
What do you call a statue
That turns its head to speak to me

This happened a long time ago
But I still wonder if it was true
Was it my imagination
Who knows, do you?

I was very little but I remember
My aunt has a thing she calls sight
She doesn't like it at all
Because it kept her up at night

I came home one day from school
To find her crying on the floor
She said she had seen her husband
Walking through the door

She had dropped him off at work
Then went back to bed
But supposedly she woke up
With his face over her head

She asked him what he was doing home
And how did he get there
But he just walked out the room
Like he just didn't care

She followed him arguing
What the hell he was doing here
But he just turned and grinned at her
Then turned see through clear

When she saw him walking through the door
She went completely numb
Then she turned around to find
A Barbie doll calling her dumb

At first we thought she was crazy
But then we heard it too
That night I slept with my cousin
She was only two

But we saw that clown stand up and walk
Straight into her room
We heard the window open and shut
She through it out we assumed

The next day I was watching TV
When our statue starts talking to me
I started screaming and crying
She came in yelling "let us be"

She knew demons where in her house
It was time to move again
But wherever we went
They found us at the end

Like the one time
We heard it climbing in through the window
Announcing its arrival
By a blood stained mirror

The worst thing yet
Was the scary guy wearing a black cape
When I swear it lifted my aunt up in the air
Blocking us from any escape

His eyes were very red
And I heard my aunt praying
His top hat darker than night
With our minds he was playing

We were in the corner
My cousins and I
I was hugging them tight
I swear this isn't a lie

She fell on the floor
And invoked Gods presence
Thats when he turned around and left
Only leaving his essence

A dark, tall figure
All dressed in black
The devil himself I say
Never came back

Though my aunt still sees
When evil its on its way
But she knows she can get rid of them
She knows what to say

So were they demons?
Who really knows
But they were really creepy
And thats all I know