When I was 15 I had a great uncle to hated me and when no one was around he would tell me all about it. I would just tell him to shut up.
He was staying with our family of 6 making him the seventh. A week later he had a stroke and died. It made me sad because I loved him anyways.
But after a short time, I would wake up at 3AM and feel a strange sensation of spinning slowly. Like the bed was on a merry-go-round. The spinning
would go faster, and faster, until I began sliding off the bed. I* grabbed the covers and blankets with my fingernails and held on tight because I was
thinking it was definitely really happening, and then I finally went flying off with all the covers dragged with me and hit the wall next to the
I felt "something" had done this and was still there waiting to see how I would react. I just got up and laughed at it and said that was really fun!
can you do that again?
And I had the feeling that this was a big disappointment to whatever it was and didn't feel anything there at the time.
I didn't think it could be my great uncle, but I was never sure. It never happened again after that.
When I was 8 years old, we went to a dinner on a Tuesday night at our really big and old Church which had 4 floors and a big dome on top.
here is a very old photo of it that was taken before I was born. Now it isn't there, and burned down in a fire. Today it is a parking lot.
There are a lot of rooms unused and dusty and scary when I was 8,, and roaming around, even with friends or adults. I went up these stairs from the
second floor, which was extra long because it went past the 3rd floor into a sort of alcove 4th floor where there was only a storage room and a full
court basketball gym.
I was told that night of the dinner that my friends were up there in the gym, so I went up alone calling to them. No one answered, but at halfway up
the stairs where the gym is, I could hear a piano playing which was at the bottom of the other side stairs which went down to the 3rd floor which was
always dark and unused, and in disrepair with broken furniture and old pianos.
I started down the back stairwell and could see the piano which stopped playing as soon as I could see it. I got the chills looking at it, and then
yelled my friends names hoping they were there or near, and right then the piano with no one near it suddenly hammered on the keys like someone
slapping their palms on the keys making a loud scary sound haha! But no one was there, and I turned and screeched and ran back up those stairs and
down the front side stairs and ran as fast as I could down to the first floor and back to the kitchen and dining room.
I was really shaken by that for a long time, but of course no one believed it was a ghost because back then, nobody believed in ghosts. Denial is
always a nice way to feel safe from what people don't understand.
What happened with that piano was not a living human prank, and I felt that something was laughing at me when I started to run up the stairs, and it
wasn't any kid. There was nothing there I could even see. And the force that hit those keys had way more power than some animal. I found my friends
were outside in the parking area and had never gone up to that gym that night. Finding that out really scared me more.
Before that, when I was 3 years old, I saw a pair of very old high lace logging boots take a step on the floor by themselves, at 4AM when I got up for
a drink of water all alone that made me run and scream lol.. I got my dad to get rid of the boots.
There's more, but I'll reply later.