Hello, I have been lurking in the shadows reading all of
your stories so I thought I would submit one of mine. I
have had ‘experiences’ for most of my life and I thank my
lucky stars that the place I am currently living in is not
spirited so to speak. You just never know with the unknown—
ha ha. I do kind of miss it though. (Better not say that
too loud huh).
My very first experience goes back to when I was just about
three years old. I remember visiting my father when he was
living with a girlfriend or even possibly his third wife, I
can't remember. But, anyway, I was going downstairs to the
basement, just wandering around the house, and I remember
as I got down to the bottom of the stairs I ran into a
black shadow that had a head and shoulders, but below that
was no real figure. I thought it was another child, don't
ask why, but I remember asking it if it wanted to play with
me and it charged at me and chased me back up the stairs.
I told my father, but he didn't believe me. Thinking back
to it, I know it wasn't my shadow, because it was not
attached to me in anyway, and it moved first.
In the apartment that I lived in with my mom for most of my
childhood, I would get this awful feeling of being followed
close behind by some presence on the stairs. I used to go
streaking up the stairs and jump into bed. My mom thought
I was just being foolish. My mom is such a skeptic that
even when she was babysitting my then infant child who was
just learning to talk, she thought nothing of this: they
were laying in my bed when my child took her pacifier out
of her mouth, pointed to the hall and said “who’s that
Grammy, who’s that?” When my mom looked, there was no one
there and then, when my child repeated the question, she
still shrugged it off. Now, if that isn't a skeptic then
there is no such a thing.
I used to hear people talking at night too. It sounded
like it was a news person on the radio, but I could never
make out what he was saying. We lived in an apartment
complex, and could hear the neighbors sometimes but only if
they were being excessively loud like yelling and this was
just talking. I tried to find the sound even investigating
downstairs but I couldn't hear it downstairs. My mom said
it was just a radio next door, but they would have to be
playing it very loud, and our neighbors had small children
and wouldn't be blaring a newscast over the radio in the
middle of the night.
One time, I was in my room with a friend and we were just
hanging out talking about plans for the night. When a
mirror I had hanging on the wall fell. I always pound my
nails into the wall pointing up so my stuff won't fall.
The nail was still in the wall just as strong as ever, and
this mirror was a big hand held one with a little hole in
the handle to hang it by. Since the nail was still in the
wall and pointing up, the mirror would have had to have
been lifted off the nail.
One time when my friends and I were hanging out in the
living room, a book came flying, yes, flying out of the
corner bookcase and landed six or seven feet away from the
bookcase. Totally unbelievable, but there were four of us
there to see it.
Well, that’s is for now, just a little tease. I actually
went from this place to a total classic haunting from
everything to poltergeist activity to apparitions of all
sorts.
But, if you want to learn more about that place
drop me a line. Skeptics, don't
even bother junking up my in box. I go through great
lengths to rationalize what I have seen and been through
and believe me, I get more than enough welcomed skeptic
suggestions to help try to rationalize it all from my Mom.
If anyone knows why staircases seem to have so much
activity, please drop me a line.
Contact me here: galaxygirl1026@yahoo.com
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