I felt like typing out my past experiences with paranormal phenomenon. I figured why not, someone may be interested in reading about them. I hope it is okay for me to post this here. If you would like, post your own experiences here. I'd like to read them myself. =]
I've lived in a haunted place all my life. No matter where we moved, it was always haunted. As far back as I can remember, my first experience occurred when I was around three. It was at a huge three story house that was my grandparents'. I had a nightmare... that I going up the stairs. To me then, it seemed like it took forever going up the stairs, and I never did get to the top. So I gave up, and turned around to go back down... the stairs turned black and white on me and collapsed together and I started falling. Like in all of my nightmares, it seemed to never end. Sometime after this... the rest of my family were at the kitchen table in the other room. I decided that I could get away with crawling up the stairs and messing around in my grandparents' room. I crawled and got to the top finally, and just as I was about to reach the hallway, I was pushed. I fell down all of the stairs, and ended up breaking one of my front teeth out.
I'll skip on to when I was around eight. This occurred in the house my grandparents' now live in, an old two story house. I lived there until I was around nine. I've had people tell me that there was a teenager that committed suicide in what was my room, and more recently a 20-year old man who had lived in the house who attempted to commit suicide several times died in a car accident. I was told this long after I moved out, though. When I was eight I didn't understand these experiences. I didn't know what spirits/ ghosts were. I pretty much called them angels and moved on with my own business. It was either the fourth of July, or it was halloween when this occurred. I was up stairs taking a bath in my grandparents' bathroom, they were outside getting things ready for people to come. I heard a kid scream help outside the window. I quickly got out, dressed, and ran down stairs. I thought that it was one of my cousins playing around outside. I ran outside and asked my grandparents' where my cousins were. They hadn't arrived yet. I asked my grandparents' who had screamed help. They hadn't even heard it.
This is another event that occurred in the same house. I was still around eight. My grandparents' use to have a woman come over to their house to clean every Monday. They were gone this day, she was here. Somehow I bought up Snowflake; one of my cats. She was my cat when my grandparents moved with me into the trailer beside the house I first talked about. My grandparents' and I went to stay a week or two in Alabama. We came back Easter night. First thing I wanted to do was find Snowflake and play with her and her kittens. We found her kittens scattered all across the porch looking for Snowflake. We couldn't find Snowflake that night, which was weird because usually she'd come if you called her. They told me that they'd find her in the morning, I gave up and went to bed. The next morning I had forgot about her. We were getting ready to go to church. My grandmother and I walked outside, we were standing by the car waiting for my grandfather to come out with the keys. I started to look around. I spotted Snowflake. She was infront of the cherry tree my grandfather and I planted. The neighbors dog had bit a hole in her side. She was dead, a black kitten was dead along with her. I was around five then, I believe. Back to what I was talking about before. The woman and I were talking about Snowflake. She suggested I should write a letter to her. So I sat at the desk in the same room with her and used up a piece of paper writing to her. After I was done, I put the paper in an envelope, sealed it, and took it upstairs to my room with me. I decided I was going to hide it. I placed it under the table next to my bed, the table had a cloth on it that hung down almost to the floor. I locked the door, and I laid down on my bed and started crying over Snowflake. Less than five minutes later I got up. It came to me that under the table wasn't the best hiding place for the letter. I pulled the cloth up to find the letter wasn't there. I looked all around the table and under my bed and still couldn't find it. I was convinced that Snowflakes angel came and took it. I shrugged it off and moved on. Weeks maybe months later, I was downstairs in the dining room playing. There is a cut made into the wall next to a big window where you can sit. My grandmother keeps cushions there. I knocked off a cushion accidently and went to pick it up and put it back... and there was my letter. When I found it though, it was like someone used a letter opener and ripped across the top. Along with the letter I found a ball that wasn't Snowflake's, but it belonged to another one of my cats that lived near where Snowflake did. Of course I told my grandparents of this. They didn't believe me. Who believes the 8-year old kid making up stories. =]
I'll go ahead and skip to the house I recently lived in. My dad's house. Every now and then there would small things that happened. Doors would shut by themselves, you heard people walking around in the hallway upstairs when noone else is awake. In a room downstairs ..you could hear something scuffling around on the carpet. You could almost could here something breathing. Out of all of us, I believe my dad was the one who had the most of these experiences. He denied that there could be anything haunting that house. It was only a few years old. It was built by my cousin's grandfather. It must of have been the area the house was built, then. That's what I thought for awhile. At one point... my dad walked down stairs. It was around 2:00 am. He started banging on my door, woke me up. I went to unlock to see what his problem was. He accused me of having the TV on; I wasn't allowed to watch TV after a certain time. I found out later that he laid in his bed up stairs for awhile. He kept hearing music or something of that sort. He never did find the source of it. He was the only one who heard it. And another time, it was around 10:00 pm. I was in my bedroom, the only bedroom downstairs. My parents were in the living room beside my room. I had just laid down and I was getting ready to go to sleep. I had a white wooden toy box at the foot of my bed, it was covered in a bunch of papers I had organized out. A few seconds after I laid down and got comfortable... my papers started flying everywhere. I screamed for my dad, he came in, they stopped. I was around 10-years old then. Eventually in the same house, they moved me to what was my brother's room upstairs. He got my room old room. He continued hearing something scuffling around on the carpet when he was in bed. I laid there awake around 2:00 am upstairs sometimes and I would listen to something walking around in the hallway right outside my door. I started to accept it. Skipping a few years. this all happened when I was 15 - 16-years old which I am today. Over the years I had became really stressed out. Depression hit me when I was 13-years old. I don't even mind admitting to it now. I'd have emotional breakdowns every now and then. One night I laid awake in my bed. It was really late, but I couldn't sleep. I was having one of those emotional breakdowns. I was crying and I rolled over and stared at the wall beside my bed for awhile. The lights were off. Oddly enough though... I saw a little orb for a second. Not something I'm use to... it was white in the center, but it had a bluish tint to it.. more so around the edges. Seconds after that, everything felt calm. I stopped crying. I decided it was an orb.
Moving on to my mom's house now. I started going to stay with her every few days. These are my worst experiences yet. I'll give you a little history on the place. What she owns is big enough to fit her trailer, a barn, a small building with two rooms, and a old small house. It's all inherited. It had belonged to her grandfather before he died a few years ago of lung cancer. The place was old before he moved in even. When he lived there, the trailer wasn't there. He lived in the small house alone. There use to be hundreds of cats that ran around his house and lived under it. The majority of them where orange and stripped. They were wild. Eventually they all died out. I was told there is a disease that killed the kittens. Either way they all died out. Before this even.. there were a lot of people who had died there. Yet again, it was a disease that killed them. Things started getting worse for me when I started staying there. For one thing, haunted places make me tired. That place had me exhausted. I also started to feel more depressed while I was staying there. Since we moved in, it was a normal thing that you would hear something every night. Something scuffling around on the carpet, things banging around in the living room/kitchen. Keep this in mind, we didn't have mice. Not long after my mom and her bf moved in, before I started staying there... my mom started to heard something scuffling around on the carpet in her room. She and her boyfriend were laying in the bed. It kept on. A cat jumps in bed with her. She immediately gets up, turns the lights on, and starts looking for our cat that jumped in bed with her. Funny thing is... our cat was where she left her. Locked up in the laundry room. This stuff kept on for awhile. I continued having my little emotional breakdowns, more so in this house. This house had a negative effect on me. Sometimes it made me sick. When I got sick I slept, all I could do was sleep to get away from all the stress. I would sleep to much. Oversleeping made me sicker. I started having nightmares. My first nightmare in that house took place in the house. I was standing in living room, near the center of it. My mom was sitting on the sofa infront of me. I was looking down. Between me and the sofa in the center of the room was my big black cat. My black one that stayed in the house, we called her Precious. She was on her side like Snowflake had been when I saw her. There wasn't a cut or anything visible, but all of the sudden blood started pouring out of her stomach soaking the carpet it touched. I started panicking. I looked up at my mom sitting on the sofa. My dreams are a silent but she knew what I wanted. I wanted to do something, I wanted to help my cat, I wanted to save her.. even though there was nothing I could do. I kept looking up at her and she sat there on the sofa smiling seeming oblivious. I woke up after that. That is the worst nightmare I have had. The most detailed. Not only that but I can't stand blood, it makes me sick. I woke up from this nightmare around 8:00 pm.
Weeks after this I got in a big fight with my dad. We were in the kitchen, and I was mad at him. I don't remember why. But I was yelling at him telling him that I hated living with him. He yelled back at me telling me to go pack my things, that I wasn't living with him anymore, or something of that sort. I did this. I stayed with my mom for two weeks after this. I went there and I became a lot sicker than usual I was sleeping all day again. I was miserable. During the second week, I had another nightmare. It started out in my room. The weird thing is though, my whole room was rearranged. Furniture was missing, my bed was up against the complete opposite side of the room. I didn't see the walls or anything, I don't remember the carpet. Just all blackness where it should've been. The lights were off. I was still laying down. I noticed a woman standing near the foot of my bed. She was off to the left edge of it. She wasn't looking at me...as far and I could tell. She was looking straight down. She had long curly hair, it was covering her face where she was looking down. I didn't see the colors well but I wanted to think that it was red. She was very pale, boney, old, looked starved. I laid there for awhile, and continued to just look at her. Scared to move I guess. I finally got up and I ran to the door. I want to think she never moved, but she was behind me and I didn't see her again. I tried to get the door to open for awhile. The door knob turned but it seemed locked. My door didn't lock, even if it did it would've locked from the inside. I finally gave up on getting it opened and looked down. Up against what should've been the wall off to the side of the door was a cardboard box. It was turned over on its side. I got down on my knees infront of it and noticed kittens. There weren't many of them, I didn't count them. I picked one up and was holding it in my lap. Somehow I could tell they were dieing, they were suffering. I were wandering around aimlessly. I wanted to help them, I wanted to do something. I knew there was nothing I could do though. They were going to die anyways. I still kept trying... I put the kitten down and stood up and finally opened the door. I walked into the living room to find my mom and her boyfriend on the sofa that my mom was on in my first nightmare. It was dark out this time, unlike the first nightmare where it was still daylight outside. The lights were on this time. I didn't speak or anything, but somehow I was telling them they needed to help me. I was trying to get them to do something. They sat there and laughed at me. I walked back to my room and forgot everything else. Back to sleep I think. Now that I think about it though.... how real was that nightmare? I was so out of it that day that I couldn't tell my dreams from reality. My door may not lock, but it sometimes was really hard to open awake, I surely couldn't have opened it even a little asleep. What if I had been sleeping walking? What if the woman and the kittens I had seen were apparitions? What if my mom and her boyfriend were only laughing at me because I was sleep walking? Not something I normally do, not something I've done in years. Unlikely, but possible.
This isn't any dream or nightmare, unlike the other events. This happened when I was fully awake. I was still in my mom's house, in my room. It was late, around midnight. Everyone else was asleep. I blew out a candle that I had only lit so the spirits wouldn't bother me to begin with. Only blew it out because I didn't want to do something stupid like burn the house down. Of course, there was the normal scuffling around in the living room. Things banging around, things falling. Both cats were locked up in the laundry room with a chair infront of the door so they couldn't push the door open. Something was diffrent, this time though... the scuffling made it's way to the hallway. It usually doesen't get that far. Not long after that it was in my room. It kept on, I decided to ignore it. I even had my lamps on so I could see the carpet. I was leaning on my side towards it. It kept on, and I lost control of my fear when I heard something scream. I've heard it twice. It was right beside the table I was leaned towards that held my lamp. The scream was right there beside me, but distant at the same time. It was inhuman, nothing I had heard before. I made up my mind to ignore it as well. Not long after that, something begun to scratch either a leg of the table or my bed near the side I was leaned towards. It sounded like a cat clawing at something. Lasted very long, very slow, but clear. It had time to do that twice before I grabbed my stuff and fled to the living room. Funny thing is, you'll hear stuff happening in the living room when you're in another room, but never when you're actually in the living room. You can sit thereon the sofa for hours and wait for the littlest noise, it'll never come. As soon as you turn and walk back to another room though, it starts again.
Sometime during when all this was going on, I was coming back from my mom's house. We reached my dad's house and a grabbed my bags and walked to stand on the sidewalk facing the front door. I was waiting on my dad to open it for me, he had the key. He did this, and I stood there for a few seconds and stared at the piano bench. The same little orb appeared a little above the piano bench. White in the center, light blue around the edges. It appeared to be a little bluer. It had been dark outside, the lights were on. I though I wouldn't be able to see it with lights, but it was as clear as it was before. Lasted only a second, though. I had came back from a stressful week at my mom's. The orb relieved me somehow. By then I was convinced that it was protecting me at my dad's house. The atmosphere somehow felt safe when I was at his house. Unlike how it felt at my mother's. At her house is was always nothing but a negative feeling. Negative energy was everywhere. The last time I saw the orb, or last time I counted it as seeing it, I was upstairs in my bedroom. It was dark out, I had my bright lamp on. I was sitting close to the edge of the bed talking to my boyfriend on the phone. I stared in the direction of my lamp for minutes. I started whining to him about how "bad" it was getting my blood drawn. Pretty much joking around. It appeared not long after I started talking about it. It appeared right infront of me, kind of off to the left side, but close to me. It was bigger, clearer. Completely light blue, kind of glowing. I could see through it, kind of. It lasted for three seconds, although I seen enough to think it lasted longer. It had been moving upwards, kind of swaying from side to side when it was going upwards. It somehow left a little trail behind it that lasted seconds after it was made. All I could do for a minute or two was sit there shocked, thinking about how beautiful it was.
My dad died. January 30th, 2009. He died of heart disease, he didn't even know he had it. Had a massive heart attack. Worst thing that has ever happened to me. He is one of my favorite people, if not my only favorite. By then the only thing that comforted me was the idea that he was still with me. That he was one of those among the spirits who are still somehow connected to our world. I believe that he is still with me. If that's not enough, everything has oddly been safe since he died. Even my mother's house. It seems to be I have a spirit protecting me everywhere I go. One that stays with me. I worried a few times about not being around the spirit was willing to protect me before, since his family made me move out of his house. I then realized though, I was protected anyways. Whether it's the spirit from my dad's house, my dad, or both. At least one spirit is protecting me. I started to think about the spirit at my dad's house, who it could be. It didn't make sense, a spirit I didn't know in my dad's house. The spirit had to have a reason to be there, it is a new house. I thought about it for awhile, and when they started talking about his grandmother it came to me. I believe it was his grandmother, we called her granny. She died of cancer, possibly? I remember her, she lived in the first house I talked about when I was around 3 or 4-years old. She is though, my dad's favorite person. He is her favorite person. It tore him up when she died, it tore him up even over ten years after she died when my mom took my dad and my brother, sister, and I to visit her grave. They gave him a few things that were hers, one being a big table that sat in his dining room for awhile. The table had been a present from my grandparents' to granny. He treasured that table. It makes sense ..that they would both be protecting me now from more malicious spirits. They would no doubt be together wherever they went.
Sometime after my dad died, I had another nightmare. It occurred at my mom's house. I wasn't sick or anything this time, though... I stopped getting sick and oversleeping after my dad died as well. I was just stressed out. I had it after school, when I decided to lay down from being tired. It started out in a room. A huge room. there were no walls or the floor wasn't visible. Just a dark gray. I saw my dad, he was distant from me. I would see him walk around from time to time. Finally he disappeared; not like faded out infront of me. I just stopped seeing him. I knew this represented him dying. The next person I seen was my mom's boyfriend at the time. The odd thing is, unlike my dad, he was preparing to die. I watched my mom and siblings help him get prepared. It was like he was going to work or something. I stopped seeing him though, and I knew this represented him dying. My mom and my siblings though, even though they disappeared, I didn't think they died in it. Next thing I knew, it was my turn. I was scrunched up in a corner in the room thinking about it for awhile. I started to panic. I wasn't ready for it, it started to really scare me. I woke up then. A few days after this dream, school had been called off. It had snowed hard all day. I was at home, supposively watching my brother and sister; asleep in my room. I had the phone with me, someone called and it woke me up. I picked it up and answered it. It was my mom's boyfriend, the one that had been in my nightmare. He barely could speak; I could barely understand him. I was in the living room though by the time he finally got out that he needed me to get his inhaler that was on the table in his room. He needed me to bring it out to him immediately when he came. I grabbed his inhaler, I sat in the living room and waited for him to get there. As soon as he did I sent my brother to take it to him since I wasn't wearing shoes to begin with. When he got there his eyes were rolled back in his head, he barely was able to open the car door. He took the inhailer in like three times and passed out. I sent my brother back out to wake him back up, I was afraid he would freeze to death with it as cold as it was.. or him not waking up. My brother had to wake him up another three times before he was able to do anything else. Must've took his inhaler like six times. He thanked my brother. Told him that he may have just saved his life. I give credit to the nightmare I had though. It made me aware of what could be coming. Kind of scared me. If I hadn't had that nightmare, I would've gave him his inhaler and left him there not thinking it was possible that something could happen to him. Also made me realize I wasn't ready to go yet, as well. Before I had it I fell asleep thinking it wasn't such a bad idea.
I've only had two experiences since my dad died. First one was at my mother's house, noone else was there. I was in her bathroom talking to my two cats who kept slipping under the door and coming back in the bathroom. They finally left me alone, both went under the door and in another direction. I saw as shadow. It had looked like a cat would've casted it, it went through the door. Without thinking I was telling it to get out as soon as I saw it, thinking of my own cats. xD Took me a few seconds after I said it to realize there had been no cat to cast that shadow. It was falling my cats. The second thing that has happened to me occured at my mom's new boyfriend's house. It wasn't long ago. I had been staying there for weeks. I've had serious problems with my mom and her new boyfriend lately. It seems like she doesn't care at all for me now that she has him. She lets him treat my siblings and I however he pleases. Usually yells at, takes away everything we have. Threatens to sell things that our dad bought us. He took a Teckdeck that my dad bought for my brother, and he bent it and gave it back to my brother. He did it just because he was pissed off at him. He's pretty much emotionally abusing us, if that's even right. Three weeks after I had stayed there, my mom took us to get a few things from my dad's house. What was my furniture, and smaller things. The same night was the first night I had since his children were gone. It was good for me because I could take what was their fan and use it. The AC had been broken months before I started staying there. My mom's boyfriend had me staying in the hottest room in the house with nothing to cool down with. Before I went to sleep I felt there was something wrong. The place had a negative feeling to it like what I experiences at my mom's house. I shrugged it off and went to sleep. I had nightmares all night that something, I want to think a little girl, was pulling at my hair all night. I figured it was just the fan doing that to me. The same night my mom and her boyfriend supposively had nightmares, too. He lies like crazy, so I don't know if what he told me was true, but he told me after my mom mentioned me having nightmares that night. He came to me and asked me if I knew who was in the house. I thought it was a weird question but I told him yes, my dad. He mentioned having the nightmares. He told me it took him awhile to figure out who it was giving him nightmares, and who it was trying to talk tell him something. Said that after a few nightmares my dad got out that he wanted my mom's boyfriend to tell us all that he loved us. If my mom's boyfriend didn't do as he asked, he threatened to keep doing what he was. Giving him nigthmares and keeping him up really late. He told me my dad was mad about something. I have no doubts that he was mad. I would be mad to if I was him... watching some stupid guy undoing everything he had done for us. My mom still has nightmares about him every night. She took a pillow that my dad and her use to fight over at night and threw it to my dad's friend. Told him to take it, it was making her have nightmares, it was making her tap her foot in her sleep. Not something that she did, but what my dad use to do. It's either he's causing nightmares for her, or she's doing it to herself. After all, she has herself convinced that her new boyfriend is a lot like my dad. It's taking a toll on her.
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