I’m going to write this down and unfortunately for me, it is going to make this real for me. It isn’t written to be freaky or dramatic, it is written to get these memories and thoughts out there and to share the experiences I have had…
The other day, my housemate and I were getting fro-yo. We were having a lovely discussion of famous people who we would “fuck, marry and kill”. Of course on the top of my list of marry was Olivia Wilde and Kate Mora from House of Cards and my kill list included the many assortment of dumb people in Hollywood that bring down the average IQ of the nation. As the conversation progressed, she confessed to me, out of the blue, that she had seen a shadowy figure in our apartment the other night. I was a little taken back by that but not blown away. Her reaction wasn’t frightful or scared, she was very calm and it was almost like it didn’t bother her. She expressed that it was standing at the sink and then vanished. She went and got her water and on her way back to her room, she felt somebody was following/watching her. With that, she continued to spoon her fro-yo and went back to our conversation of who we wanted to have relations with. On the outside I showed it hadn’t bothered me but on the inside I was freaking out. This wasn’t the first time I have had contact with spirits and it definitely won’t be the last.
My connection with the spirit world has been minimal but it has been surreal. When I was a kid, my house was pretty haunted. Our attic had the footsteps travel across and the distant voices which grew louder at night. The basement was terrifying, completely unfinished and had a single light in the center. Of course, our washer and dryer were down there and my dad thought it was a good chore for me to switch the laundry from the washer to the dryer. Great for him, not so for me. Every single time I went down there, I felt eyes. They watched me as I walked from the bottom step to the washer and as I would switch the laundry out, I would feel every single hair on the back of my neck stand up. I would quickly put the laundry in the basket and sprint upstairs. I was 5 at the time.
I am 24 now and I can still remember those feelings.
A few months into living in that house and many trips down to the basement, I began to notice weird things happening in the house. I would hear the footsteps above my room stop above my bed and a few times, they even traveled down the stairs right next to my room. This was terrifying as a child. I began to wonder if my mother had been experiencing the same situations but I didn’t know how to ask without sounding like a little kid. I worked hard not to be scared but it was hard after one of my final days in the house. My mother and father were fighting terribly and my mom was planning on leaving my father and taking me and my 2 year old brother with her. My dad had come home in a drunken state and began to throw things around the room. Above me I heard the footsteps begin to walk around and circle around above me.
SLAM! SLAM! “GET OUT”
Silence filled the air as my father stopped his rampage and groaned his way to the couch to sleep off his drunk. I sat in my room, quiet and in the dark, praying to god that whatever was in the attic would not kill me.
We moved from that house after a year, and moved to an apartment a few towns over. The apartment was nice; two bedrooms, a bathroom, large living room and a yard. Typical place. My little brother was 3 at the time and he and I shared a room. The room was creepy, old and dark at most points in the day. At night, it was alive. I remember laying in the darkness and over my brothers snoring, I could hear shuffling of toys and moving of the blinds in the windows. This stuff freaked me out but I began to sleep with the tv on to ignore it. I had two vivid and scary encounters here.
The first encounter was in the kitchen. My house had young children in it so my mother had put those magnetic alphabet letters on the fridge. I never touched them because I was almost 9 and that stuff was for kids. My brother was the only one to use them and he was three, so spelling was a bit of an issue. One evening my mother had come home and was putting the groceries away when she had stopped dead in her tracks. On the refrigerator, spelled out clear as day was the words “leave” and “beast”. My mom yelled into my room and calmly asked if I had spelled the words out to which I replied “no”. The next few days I could tell my mother was on edge and could sense the weird energy in the house. Weeks past and nothing happened so it faded into the back our minds. Mom got rid of the letters and things went back to normal, just not for too long.
The second occurrence of activity was in my room and to this day will forever be a life changing moment. The occurrence did not happen to me but to my brother. He was 4 at this time and prepping to go into kindergarten. My brother entered the room, flush and sweaty; almost in a panic. He said “Mommy there was a tall, old man in my room and he said he was your daddy.”
My mother’s father been dead for over 10 years. My mom turned white and asked, “Did he say anything?” Kyle replied “Yes, he touched my knee and said tell your that everything will turn out fine.”
My mom and dad were going through a divorce at the time and he was harassing her terribly. She had begun to loath my father and he was constantly taking her to court and making her miss work so she would have to move back in. So this message held some weight. My mother broke down and began to sob. I’m not sure if they were tears of sadness, happiness or terror. She checked his room and nobody was in there. I have since felt the presence of the grandfather I had never met and he has begun to leave dimes in places throughout my life to let me know that everything will be fine. We never really speak of that day but it was the first time I can say that I was a true believer of the supernatural.
It would be almost 10 years before I had another experience with ghosts. Now 18 and living in a 200 year old farmhouse, my mother’s boyfriend began to remodel the kitchen. It was small and old and could really use a facelift. He knocked down walls, tore out floors and put in new everything. Under the kitchen, there was a huge dark space in the basement that I did my best to stay away from, effected by my memories of basements as a kid. My mom’s boyfriend needed to get under there so he had me help him put in lights. Wasn’t a big deal and I helped him out. As he was under there, I felt a cold breeze run through my body but it was the middle of summer. He lit up the darkness to reveal a well. Like, the girl with creepy dead black hair coming out of the well in the grudge type of well. He saw it and just kept working and said it was kind of cool. I on the other hand was not happy to see that under my house. It was almost like something was unleashed that day and the house wasn’t the same after that.
As my mother’s boyfriend continued to work on the house creaks and knocks happened regularly and it was chalked up to it being an old farm house. My mother and her boyfriend were a rocky couple at best and he was always watching fox news and getting riled up about not having a job and Obama and America. They fought a lot because he was unemployed and my mom was the bread winner for the entire house. It was tough on her and I don’t blame her for being annoyed when the dishes weren’t put away or if she would come home and he would ask her “what’s for dinner?” As they fought, the house began to fight back.
It began when my dog at the time would be terrified to cross the kitchen floor. His tail would go between his legs and he would look scared when he was in the kitchen. Yes this is the same kitchen that not too long ago we discovered that creepy well. Then the dog was highly responsive to the basement door, he would bark and sniff and even growl at it. All unusual behaviors for the sweetest black lab I’ve ever met. One night I was alone at my house because the rest of my family was camping and I wanted to have the house to myself, aka have my friends over and be as loud as we wanted be. It was around 8:30 and I was waiting for my friends to arrive. Duke, my dog, was waddling around, doing the things that dogs like to do when suddenly his ears perked up and he sprinted for the door. I heard a knock come from the side door and duke darted in that direction, barking wildly. I looked out the door and nobody was there. I figured it was my friends messing around with me so I called my friend David. He answered the phone and said “I know, I know! I’m late! I’ll be there in a few!” with that news, I took the dog outside and sat in my car and waited for my friends to arrive. They got there a little later and asked why I was sitting in my car. I explained the situation and they all laughed and called me paranoid and we went into the house. Nothing else happened for the rest of the night but I could tell that there was something in the house.
Some months after, the house seemed to settle down and I left for my junior year college in the summer of 2010. I didn’t think much of the house because I was away, drinking and partying with friends, studying for exams and working on becoming a teacher. I would call my mom regularly and hold conversations about what was going on at home and how I was doing in class and so on. One day I had received a phone call from my mom and she sounds upset. She had been arguing with her boyfriend and the strangest thing happened to her in the bathroom. She heard growling and the shower curtain moved by itself. I asked her about the dog and that maybe it was the wind but she was convinced that it was not the wind because it lift into the air, as if someone was pulling on it. And the growling didn’t sound like a dog.
It sounded like a grown man.
Sufficiently worried and freaked out now, my mom said it wasn’t a big deal and this wasn’t the first time it had happened to her. She felt as if this presence was trying to warn her and get her out of a bad situation. I was just concerned for her wellbeing. She got off the phone and I just sat there and remembered all of the different experiences I have had over the years and I began to wonder if something was latched on to my mother. It was quite possible considering she had shared similar stories of chairs rocking all by themselves when she was a kid or the shower turning on in the middle of the night. It was completely possible and I just hoped that nothing would ever hurt my mother.
So that leads me to today. I am currently on edge and very curious to see if the dark figure that my housemate caught in the kitchen returns. I haven’t had any contact in about 3 years but that doesn’t mean that it can’t still happen. All of me has to wonder… Has that dark being left my mother and jumped to me?
Submitted January 16, 2015 at 09:42PM by kenborter http://ift.tt/1CwoimV nosleep
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