My life is somewhat strange, and it seems like I've had
more than my fair share of paranormal experiences. My
friends have all heard my stories, and all are skeptical
until they hang around me long enough. Then they see...
I've been a magnate for all sorts of strange events-
leading back to my earliest memories.
My mother's aunt had died before I was born, but she had
always wanted to see me. I must have been two or three at
the time and I remember a nice lady picking me up- and
then placing me on some pillows on the top shelf of my
closet. I remember my mom talking to her, and then asking
where I was. Years later, I spoke with my mom on that
event, and she stated that her aunt had come by. She
provided no reason why I was placed in such an awkward
location, but to this day I have an inherent fear of
My family had a pet bird named Baby Bird, a cockatiel that
had died. With a week or so after its passing, I began to
see it. Now my house (which was a new house, by the way)
had the second level overlooking a cathedral ceiling, with
my bedroom door facing that great expanse. Down the hall
to the left was the bathroom. It was a spectral white
bird, and it made loud fluttering noises. What was worse
was that it looked like a projection, with a few frames of
animation missing- almost strobe-like. This scared me and
I developed a bed wetting problem, because I was afraid to
head to the bathroom. Eventually my mom asked my why I
wouldn't go to the bathroom, and I told what I had seen.
She told me she had to appease it, and laid some bird seed
down in a bowl on the stairs headed down.
That final night found me wrapped in my yellow blanket, huddled atop the
stairs. Always the skeptical little rugrat, I never had
believed in Santa- and was suspicious that my mom would
simply pick up the bowl once I fell asleep. To prevent
this, I dumped the seeds onto the thick orange shag carpet-
only vacuuming would get it out. I stayed awake in the
darkness, watching and waiting. I never saw anything.
However, in the morning the seeds were gone- and so was
all sign of the ghost.
The most significant ghost story in my life revolves
around what my step-brother and I called the Red Ghost.
This was the same house as the two prior events. Keep in
mind that the basement was partially above ground, with
windows that let in light. This place was NOT scary in the
slightest. Once my parents got divorced, my step-mother
and her son appeared. After a difficult adjustment period,
Nathan (step-brother) and I finally began to tolerate each
One night we had turned the entire expanse of basement
into a fort. Every cushion, broom, blanket and chair that
we could grab was used to make our labyrinth. We spent the
night telling stories about the Masters of the Universe
(our favorite toy line). I was in the middle of a story
involving Mer-Man when a whole section in the back of the
room collapsed for no apparent reason. We scurried out,
noticing that it happened in the "dark corner".
The Dark Corner was a corner that for years, even before
my parent's divorce seemed an unsettling place. Always
gloomy even with sunlight fixed on it- even when my folks
put the Christmas tree there... Years before, a kid at one
of my birthday parties said they saw something come out of
Anyways, we climb up and out of our dungeon of pillows and
look. Floating, and quite rapidly is what looks like a
glowing red shirt doing a figure-8 pattern. Instinctively
I reach out to grab it. As soon as I do, my step-brother
starts yelling how cold it is. Me? My arm goes numb with a
prickingly asleep sensation- although later on the arm
felt cold when touched with my other arm. We scream and
launch ourselves up two flights of stairs and into the
parent's room where we're chastized for being too loud.
Curiosity got the better of us, and over time more and
more people would see it. It didn't seem particularly good
or evil. We began to experiment, trying to see if we could
get it to appear. Over the years, we would place various
objects in the corner. Also for fun, we'd buy masks from
discount stores after Halloween and build props and make a
haunted house in the basement for our friends on the hopes
that the real ghost would appear. Through trial and error
we found that anything that mimicked light would either
disappear- or if it was mechanical... stop working.
Televisions did not last long there, and neither did the
flashlights. One flashlight, a Mag-Lite was left there
overnight. The next morning, it was flattened,but curled
around the edges. Take a straw, cup one end with your
finger and suck on it to get the proper image. Glow-in-the-
dark items simply disappeared.
The movie Ghostbusters came out and gave us the idea to
make a trap. So we took a Kleenex box, dumped the tissues
out, and filled it with those glowing ping-pong balls that
shot out of those crappy 99 cent guns you can find down
the toy aisles of most grocery stores. I carefully taped
the box with double-sided tape and left it on the ledge in
the corner. A week goes by, two weeks and then three.
Nothing happens. Eventually my step-mother complains and
says she wants it out of her house. I tear the box off of
the ledge, and noticed that there was no rolling noise
coming from inside it. I cut through the tape and found
the balls were missing.
Years later I moved into an apartment complex in Glendale
Heights, Illinois with a long-time friend and co-worker
named Jason. After a few weeks there, I went into the
kitchen early one morning and found every cabinet and
drawer open. Even the refrigerator/freezer doors and that
of the microwave were that way. I confronted Jason,
accusing him of sleep-walking. However a year later he had
moved out, actually taking an apartment across the way
with his fiancee. Two mornings later after he had moved, I
found the kitchen in the exact same state. I was freaked.
These are the events that best fit into your collection of
incidents. I have had many telekinetic and telepathic
things happen. I've scared my wife many times with the
unerring accuracy of my predictions- but only when I'm in
a certain mood. There was a time in high school when I was
sensitive to everyone's greatest fears- and revealed to
people what they had kept to themselves. And there was one
unexplained event in my new house in Naperville where it
felt like something grabbed me by the ankles and yanked me
off the bed and painfully onto the floor.
I ask people all the time about the things they've seen
and heard. It's not as rare as you think.
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