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by Sonata on Sun Apr 22, 2012 11:58 am
All right; since I had shared my paranormal encounters in the past, I finally decided to stop being lazy, and share them again since this is a new thread.
Ghosts: The first house I spent thirteen-fourteen years of my life in, I believe was haunted. It wasn't always haunted, and I find it difficult recalling the first time things became strange. Supposedly, as all ghost theories go, if you didn't build the house and the house was built before you lived there, or even the land the house was built on--if some sort of negative situation occurred there, then the spirits involved in that situation may still be lingering. My father built that house from the ground up, so there weren't any ghosts there and I don't know much about the land it was built on, but it was in a neighborhood surrounded by dense woods. I don't believe it was built on a cemetery or some Native American burial ground, so yes, a normal house in a dominantly white neighborhood that was gradually growing out of its racism.
In the Christian religion, and other religions may have this belief also, it is believed that you can invite spirits into your home. There are people who carry evil spirits and by inviting those people into your house, you invite their devils. Famous line: "The company you keep." My oldest sister always invited strangers into the house and they were people she owed money. She would give them our food (cook for them) and tell them when we were on vacation so they can rob the place and take what she owed them. I thank God to this day that no one in my family was harmed as a price for her stupidity for messing with gangsters. My mother and my oldest sister always fist-fought each other. My mother is a Muy Thai instructor, and my father is a Wing Chun instructor (pretty much how they fell in love because they both loved martial arts), and plain and simple they are not people you want to get into a fight with. This violence followed my oldest sister's "open house" situations. Even after we got a security system to resolve the situation, the violence continued until she was kicked out at eighteen. Even though she was no longer there, all that evil remained, and I believe is still in that house to this day.
Now, why do I suspect spirits? Well, based on my experience, the best way I know when a spirit is in my house is simply it feels like there's someone there. I was too young at the time to understand what was going on around me with my sister's situation. I would wake up, come downstairs in my PJs, and see about 10 black dudes in the house and my sister was cooking for them. She would simply tell me that they're her friends, and I believed it. One of them even played cars with me. So, the above paragraph where I shined a light on what actually had happened, I didn't learn this stuff until much later. My family was perfect to my understanding, but it was actually messed up.
But how I can tell there's a ghost in the house is that it feels as though there is a stranger in the house and you know exactly where it is standing and when it moves. "Spiritual Sensitivity" is what it is called when you can sense the dead or malicious spirits. Some have a higher spiritual sensitivity than others. When I lived in the old house, I not only could sense where it was standing, it watching me, and its movement, but I could hear it. It always tried to talk to me when I was alone. My middle sister and I used to share the same room because the house only had three bedrooms. When my oldest sister was kicked out, my middle sister moved into her room and I had the second biggest room all to myself (was awesome). Unfortunately, I wasn't alone in that room. The spirit was in there also. I honestly don't think there was one, but I will get to why I suspect that in a moment.
We had a dog name Peaches then, she was an Australian Cattle Dog. Because I was always terrified to sleep in my room, I had her sleep in there with me to comfort me. She slept under my bed, but there was one night, where I woke up. It could have been 1-3am. I glanced to my left and saw Peaches no longer under the bed, but she was facing my bed, her ears were erect, and she was staring at it. It disturbed me to think she was seeing something, and that was when I heard it, "Tell me your name. What's your name?"
I went under my covers and tucked my head beneath my pillow and I kept my eyes tightly closed until sleep took me again. It had sounded like an older man with a gruff voice, making a demand.
Since then, I slept in the hallway. I never slept in my room. I didn't like being sent to it as a punishment and it didn't matter what time of day--day or night my room always felt like someone was standing in there.
Things got worse when I got into high school. I got used to it eventually and I was able to sleep in my room and just ignore it. There were times where I couldn't even take a nap on the couch downstairs in the living room because I would feel a breeze of someone walking by me that would wake me up, and there was no one there. It happened twice before I just stayed up. This is one of the reasons I suspect there being multiple spirits in the house, and it hadn't been in just my room. My mother was going through similar situations as me, but there's an incident she testifies to that I will also add here eventually. That incident is when she encountered a "demon."
We had a period where we thought the AC went out of whack, and it had to be about late spring early summer so it was warmer outside than it was in the house. It became very cold that you could see your breath. We called the repairman and he couldn't find anything wrong with it, but he saw us walking around in coats and sweaters. I began to have nightmares of seeing myself dying--being shot to death by people I knew, my older sister's "friends" coming back to the house to gun us all down because she owed them money and didn't pay them back, walking barefoot in the backyard on a lawn of lethal snakes that could bite me and poison me.
We finally moved at the conclusion of my 10th grade year. We moved into a house down the street that to me was no better than our previous. A couple had lived there, and the boyfriend had been abusive and they would always be fighting. They left the house in bad shape, and my mother had to rebuild the interior. I was in Ohio visiting a friend, so by the time I got there, the house was already fixed. The transition from house A to B had occurred while I was away, so moving into this new house was new but no different. The hauntings in the new house are a different story, which I'll add here eventually. The new house brought along "plagues."
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