In the 16 years of my life, a lot of things have happened to me having to do with the paranormal. I have always had that extra sixth sense.
My house was originally a church. Maybe that has a lot do to with the fact that I have the gift, who knows. I've always known there were ghosts in my house. I could feel their presences. Up until a few months ago, I had never seen them.
It was around 11, and I was thirsty, so I went to the kitchen for some water. I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a black figure standing in front of me in the doorway. I didn't feel threatened, but I was extremely shocked, so I ran into my room, and jumped in to bed so fast that I knocked my head at the top of the bed. When I woke up, I thought maybe it was a dream. The bump on my head told me otherwise.
A few nights later, I saw some black shadows in my room. I wasn't as surprised. Ever since then, I see black figures sometimes in my garden. I don't feel threatened, but I get an eery feeling in my bones.
When I was 11 or 12, I was really upset about something, so I decided to take a walk to get it out of my system. On my way home, I walked by a blue house that has always creeped me out. For some reason, I didn't notice it as I was walking by, perhaps because I was so upset. But as I walked past it up the hill, something urged me to turn around. I was amazed at what I saw. The blue house wasn't there. Replacing it was a pink house, with more trees and tall grass, and the houses in the distance were replaced by miles and miles of empty land. No houses. I stood there, rubbing my eyes, pinching myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. As though things couldn't get any weirder, a white figure walked from behind the house and stood staring at me. I stopped crying. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of calmness. After a few minutes, the figure turned around and walked behind the house. I stood there dumbfounded. I turned around, walked up the hill, and headed back home.
Every summer, my sister and I visit our cousin who lives in Israel. The apartment he lived in, which is next to the former prime minister's house, was originally a YMCA. His room was haunted. We always hung out in his room whenever we would visit him when he lived there. The ghost seemed to be in need of a lot of attention that particular summer we were there. It would make scratching sounds in the closet and make knocking sounds on the walls that could be heard from other rooms in the house at the most inconvenient hours of the night. One corner of the room was freezing cold, perhaps because that is where the ghost died. We decided to have a seance one night to make contact with the spirit. That was NOT a smart idea. Nothing happened at first, but later on when we were playing cards, the bed split in half. Only one person was sitting on it, and the rest of us were leaning against it. The bed is also made of plywood, which is very hard to break. The bed was broken straight down the middle in one straight line. Nonetheless, we were all a bit shaken up. We went out, and came back and played cards again later that night. The spirit was still there. It trapped us in there. It was very aggressive, and whenever it got near me I would become extremely cold. My cousin went into a trance and just started saying gibberish. My sister and I shook him out of it and he didn't remember a thing. A tennis ball was bouncing up and down by the door on its own. We were terrified. No one else saw it, but I could see the spirit the longer it was there. It was a vague black shadow. I couldn't look at it, so I just pretended it wasn't there. Everyone felt it was by the door blocking us from getting out, so we didn't dare go by the door and just huddled on the bed together and tried to go to sleep. We woke up in the morning, and the spirit was gone.
My cousin has moved since then.
I don't know if this next incidence qualifies as a ghost occurrence or not, but it definitely qualifies as being weird.
When I went to the Caribbean a couple of years back, the moment I stepped foot on the island everything I saw I remembered seeing before, but there was no possible way for me to remember it because I had never been there before in my life, at least not in this life.
Another experience occurred when I was 8 years old. I was really tired, so I decided to go to sleep for a little bit. Ten minutes before I woke up, I had a sensation that kept getting bigger and smaller that seemed to be generating from my stomach. I could feel it, but somehow it was neither physical or mental. There is no way to describe it except to say that it wasn't of this world. The whole time this was happening, I was thinking of my grandfather, who had a stroke. I knew he was going to pass on. I woke up, the sensation still there, and asked my mom what the date was. She looked at me as though I was crazy and said, "You've only been asleep for a half an hour, honey." It felt as though I had slept for days. I told her about the sensation in my stomach and she said it was just a stomach ache, or maybe I ate something that didn't agree with my stomach. But it didn't hurt. I knew something was going to happen to my grandfather, I couldn't explain it. Two days later, I shot up from my sleep, drenched in sweat, just as my father came in the room to tell me that my grandfather died.
There are a lot of things that science just can't explain. People should be open the unknown, because it most definitely exists.