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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 26, 2020 12:09:45 GMT -6
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 3, 2020 14:16:29 GMT -6
Demons Attacking My Family by Fate_did_it_all I am seeking help if there is any. My story is pretty long and messed up. It's probably all my fault. Thanks in advance.
I have always been interested in everything beyond the veil, I got my first set of tarot cards at 13 and have always seen "dark shadows" and UFOs. When Ancient Aliens came out I was obviously intrigued and soaked up any bit of information I could on the subject, including learning about women who "mated" with 4d light beings. I learned that I needed to become a medium to talk to these "aliens" and that's what I did.
The house we lived in at the time was over 120 years old, sometimes we would hear a deep growling sound coming from the walls, one night my husband and I heard it yell at our newborn baby to "shut up!". Sometimes we would hear it walking around the house, one night it threw a heavy cast iron pan across the kitchen. We decided to move when we found a burned bandana sitting in the middle of the basement. It was clearly meant as a threat.
After the move I got more heavily into the new age spirituality. I obtained what I thought was a "spirit guide" who appeared to me every night as a purple mist. It was clearly a man, he spoke to me, gave me images of flowers and feelings of love and sexual energy. At one point this spirit told me I needed to write him a love letter dedicating myself to him and to sign it in blood, he gave me a symbol to write on it, which I have since learned is a symbol for Satan. My husband saw him too sometimes but he always gave my husband anger and hate, showing his face and telling him I was cheating on him (I have NEVER even considered it) my psychic powers were very good, I did readings on a regular basis and was told I was spot on every time. Sometimes as I meditated he showed me symbols to draw and taught me how to do reiki before I even knew what it was. He told me it was "Psychic energy healing" and with his help I practiced on my husband.
One night my husband was working late and I was laying in bed meditating with this spirit guide and it raped me. I became paralyzed and it fondled my body, it felt like static electricity running down my neck, around my breasts and bottom and I felt it play with my lady parts, and it finished with quick penetration. I became very alarmed at that point and somehow broke through the paralysis screaming "No!" This was not the first time it had physically touched me, but it was the first and only sexual assault. All the while, my husband and I are having dreams of being sexually assaulted by random people (I never had sexual dreams before this, now it happens once a month, I will explain later) I will add my husband and I were having significant marital problems because of the anxiety and anger this thing made my husband feel (we didn't realize it was psychic attacks)
After this I was afraid. I trapped the spirit in a salt trap using a candle and called a local medium to help me get rid of it. The medium came to my house and told me I had a "spirit husband" who was very beneficial to me but that the spirit hated my husband and would do anything it could to tear us apart. They opened a door and had me tell it to leave. It stayed away for about a month then came back. I think it came back because I was still practicing mediumship and energy healing.
2 months later I had a miscarriage that turned my whole world upside down. After the miscarriage the activity increased. My husband and I would randomly hear a baby crying, we would run to our sons room thinking it was him, but he was sound asleep. I had visions of a baby and once had a dream of myself, laying naked on a cold metal table with an alien baby. Sometimes I would feel the weight of a child in our bed as I listened to the cry. I developed significant depression and my husband sought therapy for his anxiety.
We eventually bought a house and moved away but everything followed us, we would hear little feet running upstairs but our son was asleep, at one point my husband saw an apparition of a toddler in our son's room. My 4 year old son doesn't sleep through the night, he says "the ghosts are bothering me" (I tell him ghosts aren't real) he told me once the ghost told him " this is my bed, get your hands off of my toys!" We also continued to seeing the purple mist. I saged my house and bought each of us onyx stones to protect us, I tried to psychically close all of the portals in our home and bodies to no avail. Obviously only God was powerful enough to protect us.
I turned to the Bible because now things were affecting my son, I learned what I was doing was against God's word and I threw out everything occult related and never practiced mediumship again. We pray as a family multiple times a day and have repented. My relationship with my husband has greatly improved and we have fully dedicated ourselves to Christ.
But the purple mist and the shadow toddler are still here. I need to mention too, my husband and I have been trying to have another baby for 2 years but have come down with "unexplained infertility", all of our levels are normal and we continue to have rape dreams always on the day I ovulate. We still experience psychic attacks.
A few days ago my husband saw the purple mist while falling asleep; it attacked him and punched him in the face. He then fell asleep and had a dream where he was attacked and the person told him "what will you do once I take everything from you?" He fought and won, but still, we can't get rid of these things. They're attacking my family, not allowing us to fall pregnant, and I fear for my son. I wonder if we somehow conceived one of those weird spirit babies and have been marked for our involvement in occult (even though we were ignorant)
Is there anything we can do? ~ 👻
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 3, 2020 14:28:50 GMT -6
Ooooh!! This is scary stuff.
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 4, 2020 6:07:47 GMT -6
Super scary!
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 4, 2020 9:39:27 GMT -6
Second Time, Second House by MT196955 On my birthday of 2019, September 5th, my girlfriend and I were leaving early for Colorado. We went to bed about 9:30 and about 20 minutes after shutting off the TV and light, neither of us even close to sleep yet, all of a sudden there was a loud crack on the footboard of our bed.
About 3 years earlier, I had lived in an apartment where similar things had happened so I knew as soon as it happened just what it was, a ghost or something not of our everyday world. I turned a light on, looked under bed, nothing there or out of place. She turned on a vapor lamp, which she had sage oil in. Very dim light, but, nonetheless, it was light.
We laid back down and I kept feeling something touching my face, like a string dangling with just the tip touching my face. This happened several times. First my temple, I'd wipe my hand across it. Next, above my eye. Three or four times. Then I noticed she kept doing the same thing with her hand. I asked, "Are you feeling something touching your face?" She answered, "Yes, a hair keeps tickling me." I told her it wasn't a hair. I was feeling the same.
Again, we tried to fall back asleep. A couple seconds later, I heard, very clearly, a human breath in my ear, in and out, or, vise versa. I had enough time to think, did I just hear that? And it did it again, exactly! In and out, or vise versa.
About 6 months before this, I had just gotten up. My mom lived with me at the time and made my coffee. As I walked back toward kitchen table, I saw a cat, about same color and size of my dog, run under table. Clearly a cat. On the other side of table, where my mom sat having coffee, only a streak or blur. I looked under the table, even though I knew my dog was still in bed with my girlfriend. No dog! I went to the bedroom to check and Rupert, my dog, was in bed with her. Mom and I had seen shadows out of the corner of our eyes a few times before but that's all in that house.
About three years prior, my mom and I had lived in an apartment in the Mohawk valley. About three months in, I woke to a loud crash at either 2am or 2:30am (I forget now), I found two large Rubbermaid bins, which were very heavy, had been pushed end ways into my spice rack and stuff was everywhere.
From thereon, for a couple months, things got worse. Palm slaps on couch at 6 at night, messing with our cell phones, etc. We moved to get away, that's how bad it got.
Before we moved, I seen a flash of light near a glass based lamp in living room. The glass was very thin and the sound I heard was as if electricity had touched that thin glass at the same time I saw the flash. It was round and almost as big as a volleyball.
My dog saw things also. His head would go straight up to the ceiling and across to the front door and he'd bark at top of door. Many things happened in that place. We all heard it but I was the only one to see anything. Just as I was the only one to hear breathing in my ear.
As I walked out that same door my dog barked at, I could literally feel the negative energy leave me.
Something to know, our phones would be messed with while miles away from the house. I've had the worst bad luck for the last two years, breakdowns at work like never before. And not only at work. Any ideas? I'd love to hear feedback. ~ 👻
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 5, 2020 5:38:52 GMT -6
This person is going through a lot, hopefully it has ended by now.
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 5, 2020 19:37:42 GMT -6
I hope so Rick. It must be awful.
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 5, 2020 19:47:53 GMT -6
My Three Hauntings by VickieDW There were three hauntings I have had in my life that stand out and to me are worth telling.
The first was when I was child living in Van Nuys, California on Sherman Way. The house we lived in was an old house that was on 3.5 acres right in the middle of Van Nuys, with an apartment building on one side and a welding shop on the other. But it was still like living in the country for us.
There was an small orchard, grapevines, trees all over and out buildings leftover from when it was, I guess, a farm. We had chickens, dogs, cats, horses, and a few goats. My parents were into show-type business and my father had built a small western town out back. They and other like-minded family and friends put on benefits for people to come watch. They put on shows for handicapped kids and people.
The house was very dark and spooky and no matter the time of day or night, I always felt like someone was watching me. Every night I could hear someone walk, like they were walking from the back of the house to the front, wearing heavy boots. They would walk from the back through the dining room and kitchen and into the parlor or second living room (the house had hardwood floors), across the living room towards the small hall where the two bedrooms and bathroom were.
It would walk down the hall to my parents' room, turn, and then walk to my and my sister's room and then I felt like it was standing there looking in. I could hear like heavy breathing, though I never saw anything because I kept my head covered or laid really still with my eyes closed. Then I could hear it turn and walk away and the footsteps fade off. Almost every time after they faded there was the sound of like someone breaking a plate glass window.
For the longest time we would all jump up and go see what was broken but after time and time and time again of it happening, we just stopped getting up. This happened until my mom divorced my father and moved my sister and me to Louisiana.
About a year before we moved, there was a really old lady that lived close by and my mother mentioned this to her. She said that a long time ago a worker was killed on the property so we figured it was him checking up on us.
Several times, while playing in the sheds or the orchard, I felt like I was being watched. A friend of the family stayed the night because he and his wife had an argument. He was sleeping on the couch and we heard him say, "Hey, get off my feet... I said get off my feet!" We all went in to see what he was hollering about. When my dad hit the light switch, the family friend jumped up and said, "I...I thought the kids were messing with me and sitting on my feet, but I don't think it was them." He got dressed and left in the middle of the night and never stayed the night again.
A couple times I would hear someone call my name, like they were far away, and I would think it was my mother and I would run to where she was at and ask what she wanted, I heard her call me, and she would say she didn't call me, but yeah she needed me because we were going somewhere or she would say she was fixing to call for me. But I swear it sounded just like her voice calling me even if I was way in the back of the property and she was in the house.
The second haunting was when my husband, who was in the Navy, was stationed in Groton, Connecticut. We lived off base in a small house next to a big Victorian house (our land lady lived in it).
There were places very close by where there had been Civil War battles. One they had made into Griswold Park and another had the trenches still there and along the wall, off and up the embankment from the river, were the places they had set up cannons. They had a memorial marker in the middle of the field by a little spot with an iron fence surrounding it that talked about the General that had died on that spot.
Anyway, one night we were walking back from a friend's house that lived on the other side of that battlefield. We had crossed through it to take a shortcut home.
That night we were in bed, my husband asleep and our little dog on the floor by the bed. I had just started to drift off and I startled myself awake because I was crying and didn't even know it until the tears rolled down my face.
All of a sudden there was this loud bang like a gun went off and a flash of light right in the room. The dog jumped in the bed and we both jumped out of bed and I ran to the window to see if maybe it was a car backfiring driving by, but there were no cars and no headlights or taillights going either way down the street. It kind of shook us up a bit but we went back to bed. The dog would not get out of our bed so we had to let him sleep with us.
After a couple days, strange things started happening to just me. I would get up early and get my hubby off to the Base and then go back in and lay down to catch a few more zzzzs and every time I did, I would be half asleep and then try to get up but couldn't. I would fight and fight to get up but I couldn't even open my eyes. I wanted so bad to just relax and go to sleep but in the back of my mind I knew if I did, I would never wake up. This would happen every morning but never when my husband was there.
The last time it happened before we moved. I had packed some boxes and my husband was at the Base getting his transfer orders, etc. I had picked up a book I had been reading and just felt so tired, so I set it on top of the little fridge, right in the middle, and went into the bedroom.
I laid back on the bed and just barely closed my eyes when I was going through the same thing but I could sort of open my eyes and on the wall across from my bed I saw a swirling circle. I felt like I was being pulled towards it and I knew if I did, I was a goner but I couldn't move, not even my head. I tried and tried but still couldn't, and all of a sudden I heard a slam come from the kitchen that was right off our bedroom. It slammed hard enough it jolted me out of whatever was happening.
I jumped up and ran in there, and on the other side of the kitchen was that book I had sat on top of the fridge. It was laying like it had been thrown against the wall. I always felt like someone saved me that day.
My husband came home and I told him what happened. We finished packing and left right away, even though we had planned on staying that night and leaving in the morning.
Third one was when my husband and I split up for a while. I moved into a small 2 bedroom apartment. Not long after I moved in, I would be sitting in the second bedroom where I kept my computer. After I got off work, I would chat with friends or write emails, etc every night.
One night the lights started flashing in there and the door started closing on its own. At first I thought it just needed new light bulbs and it must be the a/c kicking on and making a draft. It happened several more times and I changed out the light bulbs and thought okay we're good now but it kept happening.
Only the lights in there would flash, never lights in any other room and the door would start to slowly close. I had my landlord check out the lights. It was a ceiling fan type with the lights under it. He checked it all out and put new bulbs in it, although I already had.
Once again I thought okay good but the next night, same thing. So the next night I made sure the a/c was off and I checked the bulbs, made sure they were screwed in tight... Same thing. Lights flickered and the door started closing. I got up and said, "Okay, if there's someone here, stop it." Oh, I forgot to mention I lived across the street from a cemetery, so I thought... Could be a visitor.
This continued every night for a year... Every night. In my head I always pictured a man in a black suit for some reason. Anyway, one night my grandson, who was almost two at the time, was with me and we were in there and I was writing an email to my sister and it happened. My grandson, who was sitting beside me playing on the floor with some toys, looked out the door when I got up to block it open and got scared and kept pointing and saying something I couldn't understand, but you could tell he was scared to death.
I looked out to where he was pointing but didn't see anything, so I asked him if he wanted a cookie. I picked him up and started out the door and he went nuts and tried to crawl over my shoulder to get away from whatever he was seeing. I finally got out part of what he was saying was man. I don't know why but it ticked me off and I hollered, "Look! I don't know who you are but you are scaring my grandson and I WILL NOT put up with it so go the hell away."
My grandson stopped squeezing my neck, looked back towards the living room and said man gone. We went in and I got him a cookie and he was okay the rest of the night.
He would spend almost every weekend with me but he had never said anything or acted scared, even when the lights flickered and door slowly start closing. It never closed all the way just halfway. But that night he saw something I couldn't.
The next night my grandson was at his home and I was in the room chatting when the lights flickered and the door started closing. I jumped up, walked into the living room and said, "Now listen hear. I don't know who you are or what you want, but do not EVER scare my grandkid again. If you need some help crossing over, need to say something to me, then let's have it. If not, go away and do not come back." I don't know why, but I wasn't scared at all. It never happened again the last two months I lived there. My husband and I worked things out and have been together ever since.
I haven't had any more experiences since except where I work at an early childhood program. We took our class on a field trip to see the police dept in the town I live in. We were standing looking at the two cells they used to hold prisoners until the bigger town could come pick them up and I started getting light headed and felt like I couldn't breath. You could just feel the heaviness of past people that were scared or upset, knowing they were in trouble. I got so nauseous and shaky. I told the other teacher I needed to get out of there. She looked at me and said, "Oh my! You're pale as a sheet."
The police officer was leading us out and said, "Oh, yeah. The reason we only use the cells as storage is because a few years ago someone hung themselves in one of them. I said, "That one" and pointed to the one on the right and he said yeah, then asked me if I was okay cause I was fixing to hurl.
We got outside and I finally felt like I could take a deep breath and the nausea left.
Well those are my stories. All true. ~ 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 6, 2020 7:05:23 GMT -6
Spooky stories they are!
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 6, 2020 8:52:27 GMT -6
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 7, 2020 7:36:24 GMT -6
I would not like not being able to sleep because of an active nocturnal poltergeist  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 7, 2020 9:00:03 GMT -6
Family Guest 2 by tellanizer2 I wish to start off this story by saying that this is a follow up on a previous story I had published on this website in 2011-11-01. I have unfortunately lost all my login details and the password help function wasn't successful. Thus, I have created a new account. For those who wish to read my previous story, my username back then was tellanizer and the story title was "Family Guest". Link: www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=13620. It's now 2019 and much has happened and changed since my initial story I submitted about my ghost "Frikke". I've met my husband, got married, moved out of my parents' house then moved back 2 years later and, just a few days ago, we got granted our visas to immigrate to Australia after waiting almost 10 months for it. Needless to say, I've changed. I've grown up and my perspectives on life had changed dramatically. Mentally I've matured and somewhat calmed. I had reached a point where I had lost all interest in my friend "Frikkie" and I guess after many Biblical courses attended and Christian research on the matter I've made myself believe that "paranormal things" cannot be made into something that it probably isn't. Because my outlook on the matter changed and my belief that "Frikkie" might have been a figment of my childhood imagination that evolved as I grew older, he disappeared. I convinced myself that I probably looped my mother into thinking he's real too, because I was uneducated on the matter and a child looking for attention. I've even told my mother I don't believe "Frikkie" is or was ever real. She had come to a similar conclusion. Well, needless to say, he's back. I've tried gathering real world explanations to what has transpired these past few days but, to be frank, I don't. In fact, I am now convinced that these past few years he's been hanging around and I just subconsciously ignored him because his little unexpected appearances made me feel uncomfortable and uneasy because they usually meant bad things are coming. Now that I look back at each and every bad thing that has transpired, he did in some way let me know beforehand. I just didn't care to acknowledge them. Now to explain. My husband and I have had a bad time. I've lost 2 very close uncles beginning this year to cancer and the December before that we lost 3 dogs we loved dearly. We lost our jobs and we initially lost our first working visas to Australia. We had to sell our house and sell my husband's car, moved in with my parents, found out I have PCOS and somehow we had to come up with a plan B for our lives. But in-between all that, "Frikkie" was present. I just ignored him. I could easily ignore him because his approaches and signs where faint, but the past few days he's been on a rampage. We got granted our Visas and booked our flights to Australia, since then he's been at it. More than once I've been woken up at 03:00 in the morning to the image of him standing in our room, facing the window overlooking our garden, his face blurred out. I become too uneasy at the sight of him that I just grab hold of my sleeping husband's body and close my eyes and hope he goes away. He moves my personal items into places that I never would've placed them. I blamed my husband or mother, but the other day I deliberately placed my hairbrush on my bedside table as I went to sleep, and awoke to my brush being flung across the room. I decided that this could've probably been me knocking it off myself in my sleep until I did it 3 times and the 3rd time I woke up to this brush being flung and I was facing my husband, laying on my side with my back turned to the bedside table and my arms wrapped around my husband. I froze and didn't move as I lay there listening to my husband's breathing and then I heard it again... My bedroom cupboard door opening as it used to when I was a younger. Things have gotten worse since Monday (02/12/19). My husband told me to wake him up at 3:30 on Monday as he needed to leave for Zambia that day. Needless did he know that "Frikkie" would wake us. I woke up at 03:00 to the feeling of unexplained weight to the end of our bed. Yes, there he was "Frikkie" sitting on the side of our bed staring into the hallway where the once closed bedroom door had been opened. I immediately woke my husband and "poof" Frikkie was gone. My poor husband woke up to such a fright that I couldn't bear telling him why I woke him 30 minutes earlier than requested. I just told him I had a bad nightmare. So, my husband has been gone since Monday and "Frikkie" has decided to target my mother as well. She messaged me at work today to say that she thinks he's back. He's been knocking on doors and the worst of all, my dad had decorated the garden in beautiful Christmas lights. Unexplained, the one particular set of lights are lit but no power is provided to it. To make matters worse, these lights are the ones "Frikkie" likes to stare at when he's in my room. My possessed floating in air nightmares have returned. My mother and I are very much concerned after a whole different event had occurred. In short, a very good friend of my mother had decided to gift her a beautiful painting that a lady had painted just before my husband left for Zambia. The paintings are not just paintings, the lady painting them requires two of your favourite Bible verses and she goes and prays about it and whatever comes to her mind, she paints. Well, she painted a small little girl with blonde long hair holding a brown teddy bear, walking on a dirt road somewhere between fields of yellow sunflowers. You cannot see her face because the painting is of her walking away towards something far in the distance, a black figure in the shape of a man holding out his hands. Now... My favourite flowers are sunflowers, I had long blonde hair as a child and still do. I had the exact same looking clothing and teddy bear as painted in the artwork as a child. This lady didn't know any of this. All she said about this painting is that this was the vision she got when painting. This painting is beautiful, but when we noticed that black figure, we both looked at each other, stared at it and the uneasy feelings crept in. Softly my mother said to me, "This image had been printed in my mind since a child." That's when I knew something really weird is happening here. Something unexplained, something unresolved. I know my mother had a very rough childhood and she grew up very much abused and neglected by her mother and father. Is this man someone from my mother's youth that looked after her that she cannot remember? Someone who had passed on and felt he needed to still watch over her and now somehow confuses her with me as many had said we look like twin sisters rather than mother and daughter? Is this "Frikkie"? We both know that when "Frikkie" is around causing all kinds of mischief, something's up and my mother and I have been bracing ourselves for whatever it is that he is so eager to warm us against. I get the feeling he's mad. I hope he doesn't follow me to Australia and I hope he stops soon. I've never been afraid of him, but I'm petrified at the unknown and possibly pending bad event coming my way. I noticed my mother had hidden the painting in my brother's old room behind the door. I need to get to the bottom of this. ~ 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 8, 2020 5:40:22 GMT -6
A very strange and eerie painting  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 8, 2020 8:23:57 GMT -6
Is Something Haunting Me Or Following Me? by JustL_ovelythings
Country: Canada Paranormal Category: A Haunted Life
It began when I was 10, I moved to a small city to the cheapest house with my mother and siblings. Some of our family came to help us move in, my cousin stayed the night over and witnessed something. While he was watching a movie on his laptop in my would be room a girl with long black hair, white dress and pale skin walked right past the open door and into the next door room. He was so frightened that he never came to visit again and had left the next morning.
After that strange things would happen in that house, knocking on the wall or on the bottom of my moms bed, people would see things and the worst of all was some shadow thing started following me around.
I was sleeping with my siblings in the room that girl had gone into, one of them woke me up by crying. I put them back to sleep and then tried to myself, as I did this I looked over to the open doorway. I became gripped with fear because I saw a shadow figure standing outside the doorway, it looked like a moving scribble was staring at me with no eyes. I was intensely scared but I didn't call out or do anything, I just went to sleep. When I woke up the next morning I decided to not tell my mom because she doesn't like to talk about spirits or ghosts. For the following days I would wake up and find it watching me, no matter what room. I could see it and sometimes it would come into my room or it would wave at me from a doorway. But it would only follow me and no one else had ever mentioned seeing this. I can't remember how long this went on for but I do know how I would repel it, it wouldn't show up if there was enough light. Because of that I started to always have a light on in my room.
We moved eventually to the other side of town to a new house, things by then had settled down for me because I would constantly sleep with lights on. But because we moved I started to loosen up and turn the lights off and close my door, unfortunately I woke up one night by a text from my mom. She had texted me to see if I was awake because the dogs were barking at noise that was coming from upstairs (her room was on the bottom and ours were on the second). I then decided to look through my doorway to see if I could see anything or hear something, when I looked through it I saw a girl laying down in the top of the stairway. She had long black hair and was pale but I couldn't see any other clothes. I felt fear because I could see her even though a light was on and I could feel she was asleep, I'm not sure how but I knew I didn't want to wake her. So I just laid back into bed and quietly went on to my phone to try calm down, I heard my mom start to come up to use the bathroom. I waited to see if she would react or see anything but she didn't, after she went downstairs again I looked again and didn't see her.
From then on I kept seeing or hearing things and my mom would hear me talking to people while I'm sleeping. I tried to fight it off by buying Christmas lights and stringing them up so no one would turn them off. It didn't work but it started to cool down and I stopped seeing things.
I started to forget about this until we moved again, I thought that maybe I could finally put all of this behind me but once again I was wrong. After a few weeks of living at our new house I had a terrible dream about something trying to grab me, I woke up whispering please don't hurt me. After that I became very paranoid that something was following me again.
Recently I woke up one night and looked at my bookcase and saw something starting to form. It looked like shadow was starting to bubble and take shape, I stared for awhile until I grabbed my phone and shined the flashlight on it, it instantly disappeared so I just left lights on that night. Now every time I leave the lights off at night I see it moving around my room like it's slithering on different things, it can't go near my window because there is too much light from outside. I have tried to talk to it and I have touched it but it doesn't respond to either. I haven't given it any chances to form again because I'm too scared, I'm not sure what to do and I don't know what it wants.
I've experienced things like this before like visions of my siblings before they were born or talking to spirits when I was young. But I don't know how I triggered either or if I have abilities. I really need help but I don't know anyone who could help me or point me to the right person. Please tell me some advice or even anything you know. ~ 👻
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 9, 2020 8:15:29 GMT -6
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 11, 2020 13:56:05 GMT -6
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 12, 2020 7:28:43 GMT -6
This sounds real and scary  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 12, 2020 11:36:12 GMT -6
The Old Lady In My Dream by failedcuriosity
Icurrently live in Manila and whenever I go to my hometown, I don't sleep in my own room and this is the reason:
Back when I was a teenager, we had to move to a new house because my grandmother whom I was currently living with that time decided to sell her house because she wanted to live near my aunt's house, her daughter. Since my grandmother's new house was still under construction that time, she decided that we stay in one of the units of my mom's apartment. My mom and dad are currently working abroad and they were fine with the idea.
The apartment unit had 3 rooms. 1 big room and 2 small rooms. My grandmother and grandfather stayed in the big room. My 2 sisters stayed in one small room so I stayed in the other small room. My room was at the center of the unit. It has 1 window where I can see the empty lot besides our apartment.
During my stay there, whenever I sleep, I always dream of an old lady. She's always smiling at me and what she does was sweeping something using the "Walis Tingting". I do not recognize her and I tried to ask my grannies if they know someone like her and we even tried to search her face in some of my grandmother's old photo albums. What was even worse was that I even got sick the first time I dreamed of her.
My grandmother is a very religious person so she gave me a rosary for my protection. I of course accepted it and even prayed using it but I still continued dreaming about her, same face, same scenario of sweeping with a walis tingting. That was when we decided that I stay with my 2 sisters. The dreaming stopped.
2 months after, my grandmother's new house was now ready for us to stay there. I thought I have already forgotten about her. But no, in my own room in that new house, I dreamed about her again. That time, the feeling was worse, I also felt that someone was watching my every moves.
The day after, no second thoughts, we decided that I sleep in my sisters' room.
There was a time when we had a visitor from Manila. My grandparents let him sleep in my own room in that house. The strange thing was when he told us the next morning that he was not able to sleep comfortably in that room because he felt that someone was looking at him. That was when we knew that there was really someone or something there. We do not know who or what was it but we knew it exists.
Up until now that I'm already in my 20s, I still feel weird whenever I go in my own room in that house. I do not know why but what is important for me is to be with my family despite my busy schedule here in Manila. By the way, I still sleep in my sisters' room. ~ 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 12, 2020 15:39:28 GMT -6
It is a wise decision to still sleep in the room of her sister as an adult.
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 13, 2020 13:28:01 GMT -6
I think it is what I would do.  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 13, 2020 13:34:27 GMT -6
New Home, New Happenings by spiritwaiting We have recently moved into another home. The last one ended up having a huge bug infestation that we couldn't get rid of. During the summer it happened to get extremely warm, which meant A/C running on auto. So it was nice and cool once the A/C was halfway fixed which, in return, allowed these particular insects to come out and feed on us. So we left everything behind and moved.
The owners allowed us to break the lease, because they failed to inform us the previous tenants brought those in. They had failed to get rid of them successfully.
Now onto the new one. This house is much bigger than the last. Four bedrooms, huge living room, the washer and dryer in the same room. I'm laughing at myself for being so excited about that, simply because the former place had the washing machine in the bathroom and the dryer downstairs. Lots of work for a weeks worth of clothes to wash.
I don't allow myself to smoke inside the house, so my usual spots are either outside on the front porch, or stand just outside of the back door which is in the laundry room and connected to the master bedroom. (In order to get to that backdoor, I have to walk through my bedroom through one door and walk through the laundry room.) I can see directly into my room from the laundry room.
One evening I had decided I was going to sneak a smoke before bed. I was standing in the laundry room facing the backyard (my back towards the bedroom) when I felt what I thought was my oldest son walk up behind me. I feel their energies, all of them are different which is why I say my oldest son's. But within that second it took me to turn around, I realized he hadn't said anything to make his presence known. His normal thing to say is mother in an English style accent.
I turned around and didn't see him, but did catch a glimpse of a shorter shadow run from one side of the door to the other. So I quickly realized it wasn't my son and ran towards the bedroom and look towards the direction this shadow was running to. And of course nothing absolutely nothing. This particular thing has happened twice already.
The second time it happened in the kitchen while I was washing the dishes. Now we have a huge mirror in front of our sink, and that time I didn't see anything just felt it come right up behind me.
Our thermostat is constantly being turned down from 75 to 70. We set it to 70 during the evening so we can sleep good and 75 in the afternoon while we're all away. We return home to it freezing in the house so we check the thermostat and it will be at 70 again. I know that's not cold, but when the house has been closed up and curtains drawn all day, it tends to get cold.
The TV turns itself off at night. Only time it does that is when I decide to sleep in the living room when my back and neck have been acting up. My mattress is brand spanking new and I can't sleep on it half the time.
I have gotten a huge bang at the door, and the jiggling of the door handle so my husband asks who is it and looks out the front window. He saw no one standing there so he opens it up and looks out the through screen door. It's still locked so there was no possible way our door could have jiggled without someone yanking and prying the screen door open. And believe me, we would have heard that.
I told him (with my beliefs and experiences) not to open that door. If you see no one, leave it be. But he tends to get that wave of (protect and see what I'm up against) type energy flowing and didn't listen.
Thus all of the above happening after the knock at the door.
Thank you all for taking the time to read this.
Sincerely Spiritwaiting ~ 👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 14, 2020 7:01:44 GMT -6
He should have listened to his wife!
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 14, 2020 14:22:35 GMT -6
My Eyes Don't Lie By JuggaloJohn I grew up in a suburban neighborhood where the houses were built brand new. The land was farmland before they built the houses and belonged to the Rancocas Indians before that.
When I was a child, I would say around 5 or 6 years old, I had my first ghost encounter. It was Christmas Eve, I was sleeping in my bed when I was suddenly and rapidly awoken. I looked towards my bedroom door only to see a grayish/white entity looking dead at me. All I could make out was the head and shoulders. I called out "Santa?" a couple of times, being I was so young.
The entity disappeared down the hallway so I hopped out of bed to follow it. I was suddenly halted by the bedroom door, looking down the hall. The entity was standing at the end of the hall looking at me. I called out "Santa?" again. The entity had no legs from the knees down nor feet. It moved/floated towards the back of the house out of my view. I had a terror come over me so I jumped in bed and pulled the covers over my head. The next day, Christmas Day, I woke up with my covers over my head and was still afraid.
Years later my brother admitted to seeing the same type of entity at night and awoken by them. He checked the house to find nothing and all the doors locked.
When I was a young teenager I was up alone late one night playing video games. I felt like someone was behind me and the feeling of being watched disturbed me so that I checked the windows for peeping toms. It was getting late so I turned off the game, turned off the lights and headed towards my bedroom in the dark. Something or someone tapped or flicked me on the back of my head. I froze, I said aloud "Not now, I'm tired and want to go to bed." I didn't look back and continued to my room.
Only a couple of months after that head tapping, I was in the house alone with our family pet dog. My mother was outside doing some sweeping. Before I headed out the door to help my mother to clean up outside, I placed a drinking glass inside a cup that was inside a bowl. My mother said she didn't need help so I headed back inside where our dog was. When I got back inside the first thing I noticed was that the cup was removed from the bowl and the glass was inside the bowl. The glass would of had to have been lifted, cup removed and the glass put down in the bowl. I looked at the dog and he was acting funny like he was scared and happy I came back in.
The most recent experience is only a few years ago. I was asleep and I usually wear lounge pants to bed. Something was lifting the cuffs of the pants and letting go. I could feel the lounge pant cuffs lifting and dropping several times. I kicked my legs for whatever was there to stop. It stopped and hasn't happened since but, now it clicks the pens that I keep in my bedroom and moves stuff on the stand where my lamp is and pens are.
This event happened not long ago and is the best experience I ever had and in broad daylight too. I was sitting on my couch putting my socks and shoes on, I'd say it was near noon. I felt the aura of the room change, like all the electricity was sucked out of the living room. Tying one of my shoes, I could see shoes that were transparent about three to four feet away from me. I knew what it was so I didn't want to lose my gaze or blink. I slowly looked up keeping my eyes locked on the entity. I followed the shoes up, the pants were blue jeans in nature. The shirt looked like green flannel button up shirt with long sleeves that was tucked into the pant with a belt. It looked nicely kept, new looking but still transparent. The face was hard to make out being transparent and the dining room behind. But the hair was parted on the side and nicely combed, not messy. It vanished before my eyes and I had to share my experience with family since my grandfather that passed used to dress that way.
Other than my brother's experience and my own, the rest of my family members refuse to claim to have had experiences. My mother, though, has claimed to feel things walk by her and things being moved around. I did use the flashlight trick that paranormal investigators do and was in contact with someone who claimed not to be a relative nor knew who I was. My mom was there for that. ~👻 |
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 15, 2020 5:52:13 GMT -6
Lots of spooky happenings there  |
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 15, 2020 10:19:36 GMT -6
My California Ghost Stories by HawaiiFemmeStory 1
When my sister was about 9 years old, she was alone in my room praying her rosary. Suddenly, she heard the sound of books from my bookcase falling to the floor although none actually did and the room turned red. She ran out of my room and unfortunately, that was the last time she ever prayed the rosary. I believe it was the devil scaring her commitment to her faith out of her. 😢
Story 2
Within a couple of hours after he died and the night before I even found out, I was watching a movie and felt my ex-BF's presence watching me from the window next to me. It was an eerie but strong feeling that I couldn't shake. Suddenly, his spirit flew along the outside of that side of my house, knocking loudly along the walls and windows before flying off. I didn't know what to attribute it all to until the next day when I found out that he had died while I was having dinner before the movie. I believe that it was him saying goodbye.
Story 3
Not long after my cat died, I was on the couch watching TV when I heard and felt the distinct sound of a cat jumping from the couch back to the cushion next to me. I thought it was my other cat but she was asleep on top of the couch. I believe that it was my Dusty saying goodbye.
Story 4
I was in the shower when I heard 3 hard knocks on the bathroom door. I was home alone.
Story 5
We had just moved in the day before and were sitting on our bed. The closet door was open. Suddenly, my dog stood up, stared into the closet and started shaking, growling while breathing in as well as out, and her hackles went up. She seemed scared.
Story 6
I was at work with just one coworker in the room and I heard two voices whispering right next to me and one of them said my name. It was not my coworker.
Story 7
The basement of my workplace was rumored to be haunted by voices and sure enough, when I was down there alone, I heard voices next to me.
Story 8
At work, a coworker told me that he saw me go into the restroom. He then turned around and saw "me" coming down the stairs and said, "Wait! Didn't I just see you going into the restroom?" He said that "I" smiled slyly at him and said, "Maybe." He didn't tell me about that until a few years later when we worked at another place together again and we were having a relaxing moment with other coworkers, hanging out after hours before leaving. We were talking about the supernatural and I asked him if he'd had any experiences. He thought a moment and said, "Yes! It was about YOU!" My blood ran cold just then and as he told me what happened! We believe that he saw my doppleganger (an apparition or double of a living person). ~ 👻
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Post by lostineternity99 on May 16, 2020 8:50:00 GMT -6
I like stories about people seeing dopplegangers |
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See you all more tomorrow. Happy Friday/weekend everyone 
See you all more tomorrow. Happy Friday/weekend everyone