Well my family tends to move around alot. Approximately
every year or so. Well it just so happens that we moved
from Michigan down to sunny Florida after spending
fourteen years of my life in that state. As it is we moved
into a just built house, so there would be no explanation
as to what this is from, but in my strange case I have
been haunted all my life and ghosts more or less tend to
follow wherever I shall go.
This particular experience is one that happened my second
year in the new house and I was sixteen years old. Nothing
strange had ever happened to me since the move, but prior
to this experience I had started to hear voices when no
one was in the house other then myself.
I remember this being one of the days I had come home from
school and I decided that I would rest for a little bit
before doing my homework. As I laid down I faced the
closet door which I leave open. I had heard a strange
knocking noise as if someone had been knocking on a door.
I of course attributed it to one of my siblings outside in
the garage which was next to my room or my own
imagination. I pushed it aside and went to sleep.
However the knocking would continue that night and the
nights to follow. During this I would often wake up to
find myself sitting and mediating, as I am not one to
mediate I found it extremely odd. By this time the
knocking had been occurring every other day. I had told my
father on one night when I could not sleep and he had
kindly got up to see what it was. He could find nothing
and being a new house it couldn't be that there were rats
in the walls. Something in the garage perhaps...but then
that rationalization quickly fled my mind.
This one night it had been exceedingly bad. The knocking
was happening every fifteen minutes apart and I found that
maybe if I stayed up long enough it would go away. I got
on my computer and proceeded to tell my friend about the
knocking and she had decided that maybe if I call her she
could hear it for herself. I went and got the phone.
However when I returned to get her phone number the
knocking became worse. Thinking about this now I can still
hear how vivid and loud it was. The knocking was now coming
from everything in my room. The window, the dresser, the
door, the desk, the headstand, the wall, the bed...and it
was loud and I crouched down into a little ball at the end
of my bed trying to drown it out when I got the sudden
feeling to get the hell out of the room. I did.
I ran to the only other room closest to my bedroom, the
bathroom. Now our bathroom was one were there's also a
seperate room for the toilet and bath. I ran in there,
shut the door and no sooner had I taken a seat on the
toilet that something literally slammed into the door. Out
of reflex I slammed my hand up against the door to prevent
it from coming in.
The next morning I had told my family what happened, and I
had vowed that I would not sleep in that room again and
demanded to be moved. I had switched rooms with my brother
by the end of the day. He never complained of the knocking
and the experience never happened again after that.
I am quite used to supernatural things occurring to me, but
this one has frightened me that I am afraid to be alone in
a house for fear of the knocking...and what exactly was
the thing that chased after me... ..I am not sure I want
to find out.
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