Now I know not everyone believes in ghosts but I've had some experiences in my life that have me believing that it was something paranormal happening.
I have wondered about sharing my experiences on here or not & have decided to share, so please don't be nasty.
The first event happened when I was either 11 or 12yrs old. I had two friends who talked me into having a séance in bedroom, before this incident, I
believed in ghosts because I believed in God & angels but I still didn't want to mess with spirits. My Mom had told me of a time when she was younger,
she had a friend who was using a Ouija board with some other friends. Smoke started to fill the room & hooves started to appear in front of them & my
Mom's friend ran out of the building. Now this is the 70's so he could have been tripping on drugs but as a kid it did have me spooked.
Anyways, so the three of us were sitting on my bed and we began to conduct a séance. I was focusing my energy at that task at hand but one of the
girls decided to pretend to be possessed. I got freaked out and let go of their hands, breaking the circle. Now normally, I wouldn't think that
anything would really happen from a situation like that, except what ended up happening, happened to me & I was freaked. Now some might say my
imagination got to me but what I experienced was not my imagination.
Right afterwards, I could sense a weird change in my room, I couldn't figure out what but something was different. By the end of the day, my room had
a sense of evil to it but I shrugged it off as just me being afraid. I was laying in my bed, at this point I no longer had to share a room with my
younger sister, so my room was organized my way & everything had it's place. I had a couple papers on the floor near by bed from earlier in the day &
while trying to fall asleep, I thought I heard the sound of the papers being stepped on. I thought it was one my sisters so I turned the light on,
only to find I was all alone in my room. Then I heard it again, the sound of papers being crinkled under someone's weight. I looked at the papers &
saw an indent of a foot on the paper. I freaked & ran out of my room. I slept on the hide-a-bed in the living room outside of my room & kept my door
indent of a foot on the paper. I freaked & ran out of my room. I slept on the hide-a-bed in the living room outside of my room & kept my door closed.
The next event that happened that had me spooked was some items moving. I could go into my room in the day but I still slept on the hide-a-bed at
night. I was in my room one day, I had all my make up in one spot & was putting some on. I left my room for a minute to grab something out of the
bathroom and when I came back, some of my make up was across the room on my dresser. My family was up on the main level & I was the only one down in
the basement where my room is.
A couple days later I had one of my childhood dolls disappear. It was a doll I was given when I was 3yrs old & I loved that doll. I would leave my
doll and a couple other stuffed animals on my bed. I went into my room and my doll wasn't on my bed. I searched the entire house, twice, and couldn't
find my doll. No one in my family had seen it and they all helped me look too. Then a week and a half later I walked into my room after school and my
doll was on my bed. Everyone in my family claims they didn't take my doll & then return it later.
Now I was freaked out, when I tried to sleep in my room at night, it would sound like people were very quietly talking. The point where you can't hear
what is being said but you can hear that something is being said. I was at a loss for what to do. One day in the summer time, before my Mom, younger
sister & I headed down to Children's Hospital for my younger sister, I decided to speak to the spirits in my room. I had had enough of the fear & all
the constant activity that I was no longer going to put up with it. In a very stern tone, I stood in the centre of my room & told the spirits that if
they were evil they needed to leave my place. If they were good & stayed silent then they could stay. If they kept bugging me and scaring me, then I
would find a way to exercise them out of my place, even if that meant getting the Pope himself to come and do it. After I was done giving me speech,
I left for our trip. When I came back near the end of the summer, my room was back to normal. There was no more activity, only the feeling of a spirit
now and then but it always felt like a good spirit.
After that day when the séance had been done, I do believe something had been opened & spirits came into our place.
Encounter #2 was a heavy sounding ghost that would walk up our stair case late at night. It would be around midnight and my Mom would be on the main
floor watching tv in the living room. (You can see the top of the stair case from the couch) One night she heard footsteps coming from the basement,
but thought it was just one of us kids coming up to her. My Mom watched the top of the staircase to see who was going to appear but at the sound got
to the top step, their was no one in sight. This started to become a regular occurrence for my Mom, she would hear heavy steps on the stairs, but no
one was ever there. A couple years passed and we had become accustomed the occasional paranormal activity. My first experience with ghost #2, and the
only one, was when I was home alone with my boyfriend. My Mom & sister had gone out for an event & wouldn't be home for a couple hours. My boyfriend
and I were down in my room and had just finished watching a movie. Where my room is, I can hear the deadbolt on the front door turn & can hear anyone
on the two staircases. My boyfriend and I heard someone go from the front door & up the stairs. I asked him if he heard the deadbolt & he said he did
not, so we decided to go investigate because we were afraid someone else was in the house. He lead the way as we went upstairs & to the kitchen where
we had heard the footsteps go. No one there, we searched the entire upstairs and no one else was there. My Mom & sister came home a couple hours
later, like scheduled and they had not come home. (If they had, we would have heard them go back down the stairs in order to leave, there is only one
entry point & all the windows are locked because we lived near a halfway house.)
In the doorway to our living room, my Mom hung one of those bead curtain thingys. One night my Mom was sitting on the couch and she heard the heavy
steps. My Mom watched the top of the stairs from her spot on the couch, just like all the late night times she heard the steps, no one was there. BUT
the spirit was not done, the beaded curtain into the living room, parted in the exact same way as someone walking into the living room. My Mom could
hear the floor creek as if someone was walking across the floor & over to the other end of the couch she was sitting on. My Mom watched the entire
time & even felt the couch shift as if someone heavy just sat down on it. My Mom has had experience with having a spirit in her house so she looked at
the empty spot and said "You scare me and my children, you are not welcome here if you are going to scare us. You can stay if you behave." After that,
we never heard the heavy steps again.
My Mom told her Mom about the incident & the next summer when my Grandma started to have weird stuff happen, she called us over.
(Have to continue story in another post)
edit on 6-4-2014 by knoledgeispower because: forgot something