Spooky Experiences

I can do this! One of the events I've gone through is still fresh in my mind. Save for another but that is a different story. :/

To start it all out with. I've known that spirits existed, just suspicious when people say they are haunted and all that. I never encountered things myself but when I am not home or around my dad is when I do experience things. More so with a friend that leans on being more of a shaman and experienced FAR more paranormal stuff than I have.

A little bit of a year ago, it's almost to the year mark anyway. I was over at a friends house to sleep over. My friend, her now (as in to this current date they are dating – this is more so to help my remember,) girlfriend, and myself were just simply getting ready to go to sleep. Well, there were things going on. The now-girlfriend and I were still up and just chatting until we figured out the my friend had wandered away from us. Usually when she tells us what she is going off to do and we didn't get a response from her when we asked where she was going. So we followed her, she went to the basement and stared at a wall for a little bit. We've been told by my friend that sometimes spirits take over her and she has a guardian spirit that uses the ceiling fans to pull spirits out of her. The Now-girlfriend and I ended up bringing her up stairs to her living room and we kept things out of reach while we had her sit underneath a ceiling fan. I was the one to keep her seated while the now-girlfriend was trying something. Well, in short it was undone and my friend told me that was what was happening and whatever was using her was trying to create a portal and such. And went further to tell me that keeping things out of her hands during that time was a good thing too.

Your's too must of been a fright! I maybe would've ended up not wanting to sleep over there myself, but mine doesn't make me stop sleeping over at my friends. That was the only night things were that bad.

It was! Though, I was worried about my friend! Even if she gave me a kinda heads up this sometimes happens thing. :<

Well luckly, or not so, for me there are a few I can share! (:

(If there are a lot of miss spelled words I appologize. I am typing from my phone.)

I can remember the first day we moved into our new house. This was the biggest house and nicest I had lived in. So after we moved in there was this area I would sit in behind the house. It was a little clearing in a wooded area and really nice. So one day I was in the kitchen and watched four people walking up the hill and I tell my dad and he sees who it was. Apparently before our house was built there was another one there and the man was telling us that they (the people that died) were great grandparents of his, and that they died on the property. That is when we learned and dad told us to respect the resting fallen and don't go in there anymore.

There was a man, a woman, two boys, and two twin girls. The girls died exactly one day after their birth. It was really sad. So I would pick flowers and bring them and rest them there and leave. So a month or two after that things started to happen.

The first happened in mine and my sisters room. We had cleaned the whole thing spotless, nothing on the floor, period. I (used to) would sleep with my hand draped over the bed. One night I felt something on the floor, and it felt like hair. So I kept a hold of it and was going to see in the morning when we had to get ready for school. My sister had forgotten to get something so I took that time to check what was in my hand. There was a huge chunk of black hair, and it was matted with clay dirt (that is what the family was buried under) and leaves. I don't have black hair and neither does my sister. I went straight to bed aftdr that and told her in the morning.

Every night after that, someone or something would make the bed shift by my feet, like they were pushing down or sitting on it.

The second, I was taking a shower and getting ready for work. My sister was asleep and I kept hearing someone run back and forth from our bedroom to the stairs in our room. There was a narrow hallway that connected both and the bathroom was in the middle. I get out and I ask my sister why she kept getting up. She was hiding under her blankets and when she heard me came out from under them. She told me she heard the same thing and thought it was me or our little cousin. It was one of the boys or girls. We think they might have been playing or something.

The third would be when I was upstairs in my room. I was the only one in the house, everyone was gone. So I started writing and I don't know why but I had a urge to look at the door. So I'm staring at my bedroom door and the handle turns completely and goea back to its normal position. I'm the only one in the house, no one else was there. So I was starting to freak out so I went down stairs.

The fourth would be the down stairs in general. My dad would bet us to stay down there with nothing on and see how long we could last before turning on the tv. There would always be banging noises coming from the garage. Footsteps down the hallway. And they were unexplainable.

The fifth would have to do with the garage. I was down stairs and we had a little dog and her name was prancy. So I'm watching tv and I hear books fall down from inside the garage. I yelled at the dog and she is asleep in my lap. I got up from the couch and went to check and a huge pile of books were on the ground. These were my dads school books so they were huge and heavy. The wind couldn't have knocked these doqn neitjer could have the dog.

One day dad was taking pictures around the house and he went into our room and I was sitting on the bed. He snapped a picture and there were five orbs around my head.

I honestly thought, 'hey those experience wouldn't happen to me,' but they did. I still get goose bumps thinking about it. They even followed us to our next house we lived in after that.

The first and every night with this one, we have a pan rack full of pans. I was sleeping and was woke up because I kept hearing a banging noise. I walked into the kitchen and one of the heavy frying pans was swinging back and forth. It stopped after three minuets and when I layed down it started again.

The second would be in the kitchen again. I walked into my room to grab my phone, it's around two in the morning. I'm home alone, and everything is shut and locked including the back door. So I walked back to my room to grab something else and I looked into the kitchen and the door was opened. I felt panicked. I didn't know if someone was trying to break in or what. So I walked back there and no one was there. The door handle was still locked from when I did. There were no foot prints indicating anyone had walked in, and I looked at our cabinet and the doors were opened. So I closed them all and went to bed.

The third, fourth, and fifth take place in my room.

The third would be, I would always hear this cat meow. I wouls pass it off as, 'oh, just a stray.' I knew the people that lived there before and the boy and I shared the same room, so I asked him about. And he was like you heard it too. And he started to tell me when the first moved in, there was a bad in the cloaet. So he was cleaning it out and found a dead cat, either it snuck in or the previous owners left it. But he said it was covered in ants and everything. I was really sad about that. That was horrible. After that night rho I never heard it again.

Tje fourth would take place when I was asleep. I woke up around three, it waa a peacful sleep too. I turned on my side and faced the door and there was a man standing there. His back was to me and he turned around when I stared at him. He was dressed in black robes, something monks would have worn during the crusade or something, and he began moving closer to my face. I ducked under the blanket and closed my eyes and I came out from under after five seconds or so and he was gone.

The fifth, and I will have to forwarn, I hate talking about. That is how bad to this day it still scares me and it happened two years ago.

I was in my room. I was talking to a friend and I had an old nokia phone sitting on my dresser. The battery was dead and everything. So the screen started lighting up. It would cut off, then cut back on, and it did this for a while. I decided to turn the light off ignore it, go to bed. So twenty minuets passed and it started again. I turn on the light to go and turn it off and I have never had this happen to me at all. My bed and dresser are next to the closet in that room so I get up and when I start walking towards the dresser my feet stop in their tracks. I could move, I had the overwhelming sense of sadness, and confusion, and fright take over me. I moved to the other side of my room, I could walk around and that feeling was gone as soon as I walked back over same thing happened. Something wasmt letting me near my closet. I was so frightened I began crying, and I don't do that. I closed my door and slept on the couch. I couldn't sleep in my room. I had never had anything like that happen. I just shuddered thinking about it.

My new house is spirit free, which is good. But those experiences will stay with me.