👻 Ghost Stories

This is yet another story from my childhood. Sorry in advance for the length!



My sister and I used to go to a small Chinese private school in Malabon before moving to Canada. It is a very long rectangular building with a mezzanine where the science labs, school clinic and library are located. The end of the mezzanine houses an expansive stairwell that leads from the upstairs classrooms down to where the washrooms are. Kids could hold full games of cops & robbers in these stairwells. To lessen confusion about this stairwell, there would be the classroom-level stairs, then you'd have to walk through an expansive landing to get to the last set of stairs to the washrooms. Whoever the architect was wasted a lot of space here as there are storage rooms located off to the side of the landing for extra desks and chairs. The mezzanine is usually quiet while classes are ongoing, as all four rooms were only ever unlocked when needed.



The end of the mezzanine and stairwell were rumored to be haunted for a few reasons: 1) the lack of constant human activity in this space, 2) some of our more sensitive classmates would swear they could feel things walking through there, 3) we'd always find random, unexplainably squashed kittens. I say unexplainable because the kittens' bodies would be the only things completely flattened; their heads would be fine, and there was never any blood/innards surrounding the poor things to suggest they've been stepped on.



I had two personal experiences with the mezzanine.



Stay Away



Wanting confirm the rumors, I somehow roped our class president into coming with me to investigate. I'd forgotten why we had to stay later that day. It must have been because of one of the after-school AP programs just because the class prez was there, too. Even most of the cleaning staff had all gone home. It was dusk (around 5:30PM). We'd asked the last cleaner if we could pop up into the mezzanine because "I'd lost my watch earlier and would like to look for it." Heh heh heh.



I mentioned the end stairwells, but there is a more normal-sized staircase at the front end of the mezzanine that comes up from the main quadrangle. We went up those steps and crept past the first science lab. So far so good. The class prez was squeezing the life out of my arm as we crept halfway past the second science lab when a loud bang that sounded like a chair being slammed down came from the end of the hallway. Class prez and I froze, and then she took off running back down to the quadrangle! I stayed for a bit to see if whoever it was might come out, or even cuss for dropping a chair. Nothing else happened so I took it as my cue to leave.



I realize this could be attributed to gravity, but that would have meant the chair fell pretty darn perfectly to not cause any other falling noises.



The Black Lady



Our mom was the head science teacher which sometimes meant my sister and I had to stay later at school with her.



One afternoon we were with our mom in one of the science labs when my sister needed to go to the washroom. She's about 9 or 10 in this story. We were hanging out and doing homework while mom did inventory on the equipment for her class the next day. She takes the stairway towards the back end of the mezzanine. A few minutes later she comes back to the science lab.



"There was a lady who came out of the storage room on the bottom floor as I was coming down the stairs."



"Oh? Was it Ate Beth?" I asked. Ate Beth was usually in charge of grabbing chairs and desks out of the storage rooms. I thought it was weird that she'd just say "lady"; everyone knew the cleaning staff by name.



"No, she was taller and skinnier. She had a black dress on." My sister's telling me this in the matter-of-fact, oblivious way kids do sometimes. I'm not even sure she properly processed what she saw.



"A black dress," I gaped at her. "Did she see you?" I'm trying to keep a level head because I'm familiar with the Philippine superstitions surrounding black ladies. Making eye contact with them usually meant you'd die in a matter of days.



"No. She moved very fast from the storage room and out towards the washrooms. I didn't even see her by the time I got there." She thought for a bit. "Hey, I don't think I even heard the storage door open. She was just already there."



The storage room door and its hinges are cast-iron.



At this point I decided to distract her with the displays around the lab before she starts thinking too hard about her black lady.



Thanks for reading!
  ~ 👻

Hey everyone! Just like a lot of you, I've been reading stories on here for a while, but I eventually decided to write my own story because I think it's very interesting and very sweet. This happened Christmas Eve 2017. 

Ever since I was a little kid, I've been sleeping out in the living room on Christmas Eve because I've always wanted to catch Santa. I don't necessarily believe in him anymore, but I still keep up the tradition because it's just what I've always done and it would feel extremely weird to not be sleeping on the couch on Christmas Eve. Anyway, I was facing the back of the couch, and all of a sudden, I felt this presence on my back. I just knew that there was someone standing behind me. I thought it might've been my grandma from my mom's side because we had an ornament with her face on it on the tree, but I listened to/felt the presence (I don't know what to call it), and I knew that it was my grandma from my dad's side. I don't know how I knew it with such certainty, but I knew without any doubt that it was her. I guess maybe the thought was put into my brain. Her presence was so strong that I thought that if I turned around, I would see her face. I turned around, but I didn't see her face. She stayed there, though. She wasn't freaked out by me turning around. I just stayed there for a while, enjoying her presence. In hindsight, I wish that I had talked to her. Even if she wouldn't have answered me, it would've been neat to let her know that I wasn't freaked out by her. I think she knew that, though. If I was freaked out by her, I think she would've left. 

Eventually, I wanted to know what time it was, mostly because of the stereotype that ghosts show up at 3am. I knew that if I got up and checked the time, my grandma was going to leave, but I couldn't resist the urge. So I got up to grab my phone, which was charging on the counter, and it was 1:28 on Christmas morning. Sure enough, when I got back to the couch, she was gone. I wish I hadn't gotten up. Maybe if I would've stayed there all night, my dad would've gotten to see/feel her. When my dad was 14, she died of breast cancer. She came to him in visitation dreams 3 times, and it helped him accept her death. I know that's not really related, but I think it's interesting that she had come down to earth before, sort of. 

I actually have a theory of why my grandma came to visit me that Christmas, out of all the other Christmases I've been alive. So that whole year, my aunt was sick with cancer and a whole lot of other stuff. In October of 2018, she died. So maybe my grandma knew that my aunt was going to die, and she came to warn me. I know that I'll probably never know for sure, but I think that's a pretty good theory. My aunt was also the first child of hers to die, so maybe that also played a part in it? I don't know. 

Anyway, that's my story. This might be my only story. I don't have ghost experiences. Every once in a while I have this strong feeling that I'm being watched in my room, but that's not really concrete enough because I'm never sure if it's a ghost or not. I'm really bad at ending things, so bye, I guess?  ~ 👻

I've now experienced sleep paralysis more... 

I have also communicated with one of the spirits I saw during one of those states. He is the large, black mannequin. He is pitch black, with only white eyes showing. He's tall. Tall enough to reach the doorframe of my closet, where he usually stays. He has always been around, but now he deliberately stays in my sight. 

I have not heard from the "little boy" in a long time. The other creatures I've seen in my paralysis still seem so vivid in my head. The white figure with the Galaxy like face, and the old hag. Both of whom frightened and harmed me. My girlfriend has seen me experience this, and it's scared her. I'm posting again tonight, as I've gotten a new major dream. I didn't see what was holding me down but the weight on my wrists allowed no movement. It was a strange state between reality, the setting wasn't my home... But I was in my bed and I could feel and see my cat next to me, hear her meowing and feel her brushing against me. She was there when I woke up, and looked shaken up. I heard whispering. It was all around me in this dream it was loud and threatening. "Get out of this house." "Get out of this house." Over and over layered over incoherent whispering. I don't live in a house, nor seen anything close to the one in my dream. An old Victorian styled manor. Am I maybe picking up spirits in other locations? I was able to get up, only after frantically looking around and catching a glimpse of my mannequin friend, Manson. He stood and I think he helped me. He never harms, and I'm not scared of him. 

I ran out of my room. My mother believes me, but my father is still sceptical. They've been experiencing things as well as activity has increased. Footsteps in rooms that are empty, bangs and shaking cabinets. Things still move or go missing... And now the bathroom tub turns on by itself. It's happened many times and my mother and girlfriend have heard/seen it. One example was, my girlfriend and I were cooking and my mom was at the table... We heard water running and the tub faucet was turned on. No one was in the bathroom or near it. Its strange. My dad has heard footsteps in the kitchen, and even seen shadows. Yet he refuses to fully believe. 

My brothers still talk to things too, I worry if my "little boy" has moved in to them? I still know nothing about it, or if it really is a child spirit. 

My friend who knows a bit about spirits says Manson might be a demon, but not one who means harm. He's an observer. 

Manson has always been here, since I was a child. He has comforted me when I've been scared. He's there when I experience these SP states and nightmares. He feels comforting, like I know him, but I don't. I worry still, what if this "child" is connected to him, or what if it isn't. I don't know what's scarier to think about. 

Any advice? Should I seek help? Who would I even go to?   ~ 👻

In 2004 on October 31st I witnessed a very disturbing image that still haunts me even today now that I am 25 years old. I was 9 years of age at the time and on that day I spent the entire time at home with the whole family watching movies and eating chocolate candy. We never really celebrated Halloween not because of our beliefs nor the fact that Halloween was such a scary holiday but rather the fact that my parents never understood the reason why people would waste money on costumes or risking us children getting into an accident. Well throughout the day we decided to watch a few films that we had rented in order to spend the night with the family. 

As a young child I have always had a passion with drawing so I always carried a sketchbook with me everywhere I went. That night as we watched movies I began to doze off and had the desire to draw rather than watch the movie. Lucky for me my sketchbook was on my bed in my room. As I walked towards my room I opened the door and walked in. While the lights were off and my bedroom window open I looked to my right to turn on the lights but as I faced my right I could not help notice the disturbing image outside my window. 

What I seen outside my window was the head of a pig but not any ordinary pig. The flesh seemed to be beaten so bad, the snout ripped apart, the left eye gouged out and the ears ripped off. The only detail that really stood out was it's red glowing eye, as I stood there for a few moments staring I could not move as if I was paralyzed. I wanted to walk out the room as quickly as possible but it's moments like these that fear wins over our actions. Years later I tried to search for more cases relating to the supernatural involving the bodiless pig. 

I never really found any sources relating to my experience until I heard the case of the Amityville haunting. Long story short the young boy who experienced the strange phenomenon at the Amityville house also witnessed the bodiless pig outside his window. What does this mean? After all my research and wanting to understand I finally came to an understanding that " Things are better left alone than explained". Till this day Paranormal activity has still been active in my home and myself including my family have become used to the phenomenon. 

About a year ago I ran into the family who lived on our property before my parents purchased the house in 1996. As we talked about the experiences that I and my family have encountered over the years, the father of the family did not seem so surprised. As I explained the Headless Pig apparition he also talked about his experience about witnessing the same pig head outside his window. I understand I was only 9 years old when I witnessed the demonic entity outside my window which could of been all in my head or imagination but what is the coincidence that the family before us who lived on the same property witnessed the exact same image outside their window. 

What are your thoughts and opinion?   ~  👻

This is my second story on this website. This incident happened with one of my cousins, say "B" many years ago. 

Her father had a transferable job and after shifting to our town, they were having to stay in the office quarters. 

Adjoining the office quarters, there was an abandoned mansion. It belonged to a corrupted landlord who murdered his own daughter (illegitimate) and buried her corpse in his garden. Soon after, the landlord too died mysteriously and his family abandoned the mansion. After this, the locals began to call it haunted. 

"B" and her family were well aware of the happenings but my uncle being a skeptic person chose to stay there. 

One afternoon, both her parents moved out leaving her behind. The sun was about to set and "B" was sitting on the terrace waiting for her parents to return.Suddenly, she heard a sharp voice - 

" Hey, want to play hide and seek? " 

She looked back with a shock to find a small girl in red dress, standing in the garden of the abandoned mansion. Her presence made "B" uncomfortable. In a moment, the haunted history flashed across her memory and she rejected her offer at once. She turned back to enter her room. She felt a bit scared but didn't want to boost the fear by overthinking. Another voice came - 

" Wait, I am coming ".It was her sixth sense that kept alarming about an upcoming storm. She was really terrified and locked herself in her room. She began to doubt her senses. Was she hallucinating? How on earth is it possible? May be it's an ordinary child seeking company! But what would a normal child be doing in an abandoned house after sunset, that too all alone? Her room was on the first floor and the main gate on the ground floor was locked from inside. Before she could think anything more, another voice cleared all her doubts - " Where are you? Are you up there? " No, it's real and the sound was coming from ground floor. How did she get in? She just felt that a grave danger was approaching that her room was not safe enough to protect her. It was so strange and she was panting heavily. 

Without wasting a second more, she rushed towards the puja room (where devoted Hindus offer daily prayers). She could still hear heavy footsteps moving upstairs. After stumbling twice she finally entered the puja room, necessarily bolting the door behind her. 

Soon, the evil started yelling at her - this time in a harsh tone " Hide wherever you can, I will drag you out and choke you to death ".By this, she had been as terrified as hell. The evil continuously tried to distract her and make her come out. She claimed to see shadows roaming outside the window. She had already made her mind to keep sitting inside and pray until it stopped. Suddenly she heared throbbing sounds at the locked door followed by a shower of plates, glasses and steel utensils. The hell continued for about half an hour and stopped by itself. Now she heared the door-bell ring. After a few minutes, another voice came up - " Ma'am please open the door ".It was the voice of their cook. As "B" was about to step out, she recalled a life saving fact. 

Their cook was on vacation! 

She restrained and the fuss restarted. The voice kept threatening- 

"Come out coward, you are not supposed to be there. Join me ". "B" said that she had never been so much scared in her life. As the time passed, the evil seemed to grow more furious. It started moving all around the room throwing tantrums. The shadows were no more to be seen but still, she felt a satanic presence all around. Around 7 o'clock, she heared the door-bell ring again. This time it sounded like her parents. But still, she couldn't dare to check out. Her phone started ringing in the next room and within the next moment, she heared someone thrash it on the floor multiple times. She was so late in opening the door that the neighbors had started to crowd around the house suspecting a mishap. Their voices consoled "B" to some extent. Something needed to be done. She couldn't keep sitting there all day long. Amidst serious dilemma, she grabbed a small Shiva Lingam, opened the door with a bang and rushed downstairs. While climbing down, she felt prominent giggling sounds following her and saw a mirror shatter right before her eyes. The last thing she heard was - " You can't escape, I will come to play every night ".But without looking at anything else, she successfully reached her parents and fainted out. She was all sweaty and her face reddened up like anything."B" luckily survived the unexpected life threat. 

Uncle and aunt were utterly confused on finding the whole house in a mess. On recovering from the trauma, she narrated everything and it literally shocked us all. She remained ill for a few days and was provided enough of medical and spiritual treatment. After a few days, they finally changed the house and started living without the devil bothering them ever again. After this " B " no more remained the same and became more sensitive to paranormal presence. Had she not taken shelter inside the puja room, the destiny could have been something horrible. It was perhaps a lifetime lesson for their family.  Jai Shri Ram  ~ 👻

It has officially been 12 years since I posted last. Since then I have moved a handful of times, 4 additional cities, and even became a mother... And like the title says, it hasn't stopped.



The last 4 years have probably been the most active. I became a single mother of a 1 year old and moved in to a newer 2 story house with a room mate and her 6 year old son, and my dog. We spent a lot of time together as a "family" supporting each other through some life changes. Our home had 4 bedrooms upstairs, and the "living"/common spaces downstairs.



Our experiences always happened when all of us would be downstairs. At first we wrote it off as possible raccoons or something making noise- but it kept getting louder. It started with hearing noises like something inside of the wall. Since we had just moved in, we contacted the landlord to check for rodents but were met with negative results. Other times we would all be downstairs (even the dog) and hear running back and forth in the hallway upstairs. Probably the most disturbing instance was when it sounded as if someone jumped off the top bunk of my friend's son's bed, landed hard, ran out of the room, then began running down the stairs. All of us- both my room mate and myself, both of our sons, and my dog all stopped what we were doing and just stared towards where the stairs ended in the next room waiting for something to show... Nothing ever did. After about 10 months my roommate couldn't handle it any longer and moved out... Things actually calmed down after that.



A year later I moved across town and everything seemed quiet. I started having some strange experiences a few months after the move. I have been woken up from a dead sleep because I've felt someone touch my face or back. Once I woke up because it felt as if someone was directly next to my ear making almost an eating noise.



My son can not sleep through the night in his own room. He will fall asleep there and come in to my room part way through the night. He tells me that people are too loud when they're talking and it keeps him up. At first I thought perhaps it was the neighbors, but we live in a very quiet cul de sac. He's not scared, he just can't sleep. He has started to draw our old house and it always has the stairs integrated in to the picture. He said it's so people can still visit since our new home doesn't have stairs.



We have been in this home for almost 2 years and I've had to replace countless lightbulbs, experienced the tv turning on in different rooms or the channel changing. My niece (22) has come to visit and she says that she's heard things during the night that sounded as if things were moving or jingling. A few weeks ago she visited for the weekend. She said that each morning when she woke up her rings would be scattered all over the night stand like someone had played with them.



I don't feel as if we are in danger. Previously I was always scared of the experiences. The ones in the last 2 years were more an "inconvenience" with the lack of sleeping in or through the night. My niece wants to sage the house and do a cleansing... I don't know how I feel about that right now. I don't want to anger or heighten anything. Does anyone have experience with saging or blessing? Is there a chance it could be done wrong and make things worse? Thanks in advance!  ~  👻

Was visiting Japan, from Canada, July 2018. Meditating, laying down in a hotel room. I felt a very strong grab and tugging of my lower legs which quickly escalated up my thighs to my hips. I startled out of my meditation and sat up quickly to find nobody there. It felt like a strong person mauling me. Anyone had this experience, or does anyone know what this could be? Interestingly, minutes later, I heard running footsteps outside, of a group of people. 

So got up to look outside my hotel window to see what was up. There was nobody, nor any people there. I was sure I could hear talking outside, but could see no people. It, however, looked like some shadowy movement. I got my cell phone and took a few photos. I have a photo that looks like someone looking up at me. They appear to be wearing a beanie hat. The person looks ghostly. This is not the first time that I have taken photos of ghost like figures. I have photos of what appears to be a man and child in an armoire. And, a smiling boy's face in my porch. My house was built in 1921. And, a photo of man, holding a toddler, in my loft. Other photos as well. It seems I attract these apparitions. 

When I was a teenager, I was feeding my dog in our porch. There was a door with the window in it between the porch and our kitchen. My dog was looking up through the window and he started to whine. I was on the floor putting food in the bowl. I became scared and grabbed him by the collar. And stood up slowly to peer through the window of the door. My dog became very agitated. So I look through the window quite scared. I see a huge large black shadow figure go around the corner of the kitchen into the living room. I knew it wasn't Human, so I quickly open the door allowing my dog to run after it. I stayed in the porch and waited for him to return. He did return as if nothing had happened and went back to the business of having his dinner. 

Years later, many years later in the house I live in now, my teenage son asked me if I ever saw a shadow man. I said I don't think so. Forgetting about this past experience and also not really considering this as a shadow man. I thought of it always as a big shadow. My son said I will show you there are two types of shadow, man, and we went to see the computer and view one of these Shadow Man. I was an absolute shock to see what I have seen when I was a young teenager. 

It was the exact figure I had seen with my dog. I would have questioned my own eyes. And to this day I totally believe in the spiritual world because my dog saw this figure before me. I had no idea that it had obviously been at the window and watching us, but my dog obviously did. I have had so many paranormal experiences, but they are always widely spread out. I may go years without having an experience. But I always have a new one or another one. I wonder what the next one will be. I'm not really afraid. I just am very fascinated. Bye.  ~ 👻

Keep in mind this is just the story that started most of the paranormal experiences that My friend and I have experienced. This is far from all of what has happened, but this is where it gets scary for us. 

So, this story starts back in 2015. Before then I have had a few paranormal experiences, some shadows/voices, but nothing that really shook me up. However there was one night I was driving with my friend that everything changed. Keep in mind, we were about 17/18 at the time and are avid believers in the paranormal, but were fairly realistic with what caused certain events. 

This was about 10 at night, and we live in a small town near Spokane, WA. All there was to do to get out of the house in all reality was drive around. We used to go to cemeteries frequently, and would often go to the local small town one. The town has 2, there is an old one dating back to the 1700's and is filled with unmarked graves and an unmarked mass grave. The newer one claims to not have any unidentified graves, but everyone knows that is false. 

Again, we were driving around at 10 at night, we were desperate to get out of the house and had a full tank of gas and a 4 wheel drive vehicle. During the entire drive, everything was like normal, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But, when we were passing the cemetery, we had heard a blood curdling scream, almost like someone was getting murdered. Keep in mind that there was no one out there and no animals. There is no one we could have even remotely even hit. There was even a moment where we had lost complete control of our vehicle. Thankfully we weren't going very fast and only lasted a moment. 

We kept driving (we sure as hell weren't going to stop) and after that we noticed a thick fog had developed and seemed to follow us around. At this time it was about midnight and we had an overwhelming feeling of dread following us around. We had found that if we stayed in the part of town with people/cameras that the fog wouldn't follow all the way, but it still lingered nearby. We had a full tank of gas like mentioned earlier, so we literally stayed in the vehicle until the fog cleared up. At the stroke of 3 a.m. The fog literally dissolved, but at this point we were still too shaken up to go home. At 5 am we had finally calmed down just enough to go home. We lived 2 blocks from each other, so I dropped her off first, then while keeping each other on the phone I went home. At both houses we had parents/siblings and I had my boyfriend there, so thankfully we weren't alone. However we were still so anxious from what happened we couldn't go to sleep immediately. 

My brother and his friend practice Wicca, and happen to know more than they probably should about demons and what not. (I feel like they're playing with fire but that's on them) but we were talking to them about it. And they think we heard a death echo and there may had been bad spirits or entities following us. 

Now is the scariest/creepiest part of the whole ordeal. I was driving home from school. My Friend worked part time for the town and her job was maintenance for the cemetery such as mowing/weeding/flowers/watering and just overall care. I wanted to stop by and say hi for a few since it was on my way home. I was driving by and saw her, however I got this overwhelming feeling of dread and just overall felt like I needed to get out of there. Now. So I kept driving, but I still wanted to say hi so I called her. I said "hey sorry I just passed you at the cemetery but thought we could meet in a few for lunch or something". She asked me what I was talking about and I told her I had told her that I drove by the cemetery, but didn't tell her about the feeling I had. She said "Boo, I haven't been there for a bit, at least 10 minutes. I'm home now and have been making lunch". Now I'm confused because I legit saw her, so I immediately drove to her and saw her pickup and went up inside (didn't have that feeling) and there she was. In the same attire that I had just seen "her" wearing at the cemetery. She was obviously shook up, but she still had to work out there. 

This ended up happening a couple more times too when I would drive by. She even told me herself that she saw herself there, however when she did it appeared she was covered in blood. She was driving up to work that day, but immediately turned around. After that she refused to go back without a group of people. There was one instance where she was working and had an overwhelming sense of dread. She abandoned the mower and left. Shortly after I had drove by (again) and saw what looked like her. We again talked to my brother and his friend about this, and they didn't have too much insight. They had a few thoughts about what it was, but nothing definitive. 

We have had multiple experiences since then with not just those feelings we had, but with things we have seen. I don't purposely go out there anymore and in the 5 years since then I haven't seen that apparition anymore. However, we are looking for answers for some of what has happened or if anyone else had experienced anything like that. Currently we are 23/24 and there's only a few people we can talk to about this. So any insight, advice or knowledge would be greatly appreciated.  ~ 👻

Acouple of years ago, I was writing about the things happening in my new room. For understanding better, I really think you should also read my first story. 

Shortly after, I got rid of those experiences because I moved to another city with my boyfriend. 

I lived in two different places while being away. The first one was a small apartment. It was on the 9th floor of the building, I was always frightened there. Neighbors fighting, birds on my balcony being loud, even though I lived with my boyfriend I was always alone at night. I wouldn't sleep in the dark, it was either light or TV on, but never darkness. There were even nights when I would hear knocks at the door, I would go check and nobody would be at the door. That didn't bother me much because when you live in an apartment building which has 10 floors, you have a lot of potential neighbors who just want to mess with you. 

Anyway, I had a strange encounter there. My bed was facing the balcony door. I would always close the curtains at night because I felt uneasy. I always had the impression that I would happen to look at the door or windows and I would see something on the balcony. Silly frightened me. One night, though, I got out of bed, I went to the kitchen to have some water, I came back in the bedroom and went to close the curtains. As I was still facing the windows, curtains not completely closed, I saw a man-like shadow behind me reflecting in the window. I quickly turned and there was, of course, no one. That wasn't so disturbing, because I am kind of used to seeing shadows at the corner of my eye. 

Half a year later, I moved to a bigger apartment in a newer building. Everything was so quiet there, calm neighbors, silence everywhere. The place was big, a huge living room, a huge balcony, a huge kitchen, a huge bedroom and a big bathroom. Again, most of the nights I was alone. My boyfriend even brought home a black cat and that really helped because now I had a companion to spend time with. 

Before going to sleep, I used to watch TV in the living room. Then I would close the TV and open the one in my bedroom, just to have some light there. The problem was that there were moments when I was feeling uneasy and then I would hear the TV in the living room turning on. I went to turn it off. Then it would turn on again, sometimes in static. I wouldn't take it too serious, I mean these things can malfunction and they would do their thing. 

Again, knocks on the door there too. 

Besides these facts, there were minor happenings. I don't remember them all. 

But all this time, sleep paralysis would be there for me. 

A few months ago, I broke up with this guy and moved back home. I forgot the things that happened to me there, I was just happy to be home. 

One night, I woke up because I couldn't breathe. Nothing covered my face but something was holding me. I want to state that it was not sleep paralysis. I could move. There were only certain parts, like my hands that felt like being held down. And something was suffocating me. It was almost like a kiss, it felt like one. Suddenly, I took a deep breath, I was able to move my hands. I jumped out of bed and went to the kitchen to smoke a cigarette. I shrugged it off and went back to sleep. 

A few nights after this happening, I woke up in the middle of the night and I heard a voice, very deep and non-human-like whispering my name. 

I wrote this because I want some of your opinions. Do you think that the uneasiness I felt while being away is connected to the things described in my first story? Do you think something followed me all the way from home to this places and then back home? It feels more present home. Keep in mind that two years passed. I am really afraid that, even though for a month or so, nothing new happened, all the things from the first story would start again. 

I want to state that I am not stressed, nor afraid, only intrigued by all this. My life is on a really good path right know and I would really like to know if I caused these in any way or what should I do.  ~ 👻