I have had many experiences with the paranormal, but I
have always attributed that to living in a haunted house.
Let me explain by saying I have lived in the same
neighborhood for most of my life. Sure we would move out
of one house, and into one across the street. But it was
always in the same area.
My first encounter was when I was 6. My family had just
moved into an old and creepy house. I new things weren't
right when I began hearing footsteps late at night. These
footsteps were so loud they would make the windows
vibrate. I would also hear loud scratching noises outside
my window, but being on the second story I knew it was not
a cat.
As time went on I began to feel more and more frightend
of that house. I could not bear to sleep in my room, due
to the fact that a woman would appear at night by my bed
and walk straight into the closet.
My mom offered to trade me rooms, which I gladly
accepted but she lasted less than a month in it. Her
excuse was that she realized the room was to small for
her. But I suspect that the lady paid her a visit.
Well in about 3 years we moved out and into a house
across the street. I was glad to be moving out and eager
to leave all the paranormal activity behind. But what I
did not know about our soon to be new house was that the
previous owner's son had committed suicide in his room,
which we used as a guest room.
At first things were normal and peacefull. I was beging
to think that our new house was great, when my cousin who
had gotten in trouble at home moved in with us. He stayed
in the guest room. He was 16 at the time and acted very
rebellious and tough. Thats why I was shocked to learn
that he was afraid to sleep in his room. I would often
find him asleep on the couch early in the morning. When I
would ask him why he was sleeping there all he would say
was that his room was to creepy to sleep in. He later
confided in me and told me that he would see a dark shadow
move from one side of the room to the other and then
dissappear. He also said that he always had the feeling of
being watched and never felt safe in that room.
Well I ignored what my cousin said until I saw it one
night. It was about 11:00 and I was drifting off to sleep
When I noticed a shadow in my mirror. The mirror is
located in such a way that you can see what is outside the
window by justing looking straight at the mirror. Anyways
as I looking at my mirror I realized the shadow was
outside. And it was not a shadow it was a man, mabe about
20. He was dressed in black and wearing a leather jacket.
I automatically thought it was my cousin, but realized my
cousin had moved out a month before. I was just about to
scream when the person just disappeared. I was left
bewildered and scared. Who ever that was, left me feeling
sad. I could sence that this person was in utter despair.
I went back to sleep without even thinking twice about
what I had just seen until the next day.
Well as time went on things in that house became some
what dormaint. By the time my family moved out again I was
14. The next house was two blocks up from my last house.
It was a bit smaller but had a bigger backyard. I quickly
choose the bedroom next to the back door, that led
outside.
Things seemed alright for a while. Then it all started
to act up again. It began by just having things m isplaced
and then reappearing in odd locations. Like one of my
favorite CD's that I always kept near my CD player
disappeared and reappeared next to the bathroom sink two
days later. My older brother swore he did not take it, but
then who did? Then I began hearing soft whispers next to
my bedroom door. It was nothing more than inaudible
noises. I could never make out what was being said. Then
what really freaked me out was that I heard my name being
called. Whoever it was, was in my room and near my bed. I
automatically answered what, but then realized that there
was noone there. That was really freaky but not as freaky
as what I saw next.
I was 'studing' one evening with my then boyfriend (who
later became my husband) in my room. When all of a sudden
he stopped talking and said do you feel as if someone is
staring at us. I had been ignoring that feeling for quite
some time but finally admitted that I did feel as if
someone was looking at us and the direction in which it
was coming from was in the doorway. So as I quickly
glanced towards the door to see what It was, I was shocked
to see a man looking at us. He was tall and wearing what I
remember think were outdated clothes like in the 50's, but
what was shocking was that from the waist down there was
nothing. No legs just empty space. I let out a huge scream
that must of scared the ghost off because I never saw him
again.
Three years later I got married and moved out of my
house and into a 'new' apartment complex with my husband.
Now I emphasize that the apartment complex was built over
empty land that had never been purchased. We were the
first tenants to move in and I have not heard of the land
being haunted. So I assumed my paranormal life was over
with. But I was wrong. My husbands went to work during the
daytime while I went to college. I usually got home around
2:00 and my husband usually got home around 5:00. That
left a three hour gap in which I knew I was all alone.
Well on one particular day, it was around 4:00 and I
was doing homework on my computer. I was just about to
take a break when I heard three loud knocks outside my
bedroom. I assumed my husband was home and just playing a
trick on me but when I went out to invistigate there was
noone there. O.K. I got a little freaked out but I just
ignored it and went on studing. About 15 minutes later I
noticed a shadow coming from the hallway. It was slowly
creeping its way up to my bedroom. Without thinking I
walked towards the hallway and yelled it whatever it was
to stop. Which it did, but boy did I feel silly for
yelling at nothing.
Well recently my husband has been seeing a shadow at
night come creeping up from the hallway and into the
bedroom. He says that whenever this happens he begins to
pray and the shadow goes away. I have not seen this shadow
since when I yelled at it but ocassionaly I will get the
feeling that I am being watched.
All this leads me to seriously believe that it was not
my old neighborhood that was haunted, but me.
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