posted on Oct, 6 2015 @ 12:41 AM
The only paranormal experience I have ever witnessed and subsequently experienced for many years as a result, was when I was a young boy, between the
grades of 2-4 (I could ask my parents for clarification, but this is just a reference to my age because I do not remember my exact age or the year it
took place). My family (dad, mom, sister and myself), moved into a house in a nice neighborhood in our small town (approximately 25,000) after living
on our farm for several years (my parents lived there before they had my sister who is 4 years older than me). The house is a two story home, my
parent's room was downstairs and my sister and I each had a room upstairs. There was also a "computer room" and a "play room" upstairs. I am
fairly certain we had been living at this house for at least 2 years before the incedent. Regardless, before what I experienced, I had never once
witnessed or experienced a bad feeling or strange occurrence.
One the particular night, I had woken up very late, probably anywhere from 1-4 in the morning, and had to pee. Me and my sister shared a bathroom
upstairs, which was in between our rooms. I had the door to my room shut, and opened it and stepped into the hallway. The bathroom was directly to my
left, and my sister's room right next to it on the left. The "computer room was adjacent to my right, and the "playroom" was directly to my right
at the end of the hall (probably 12-14 feet away from the entrance). I looked to my right towards the playroom, and saw a woman. She was wearing a
long antebellum style night dress or maybe just an old fashioned dress, nothing modern. I don't remember ever seeing specific facial or body detail,
but she was average weight and height, all white dress and it went from her shoulders to her ankles. She has blonde or white hair. There was nothing
"evil" about her appearance or demeanor. She basically was standing at the entrance to the playroom facing towards me (the playroom is on one side
of the hall and my sister's room was on the direct opposite side). I immediately turned around, closed my door, grabbed my baseball bat which was
propped against my wall next to my bed (I was big into baseball at the time), and got under the covers and kept the light one. I was literally scared
#less. I remember shivering under the covers that night, with
my head peaking out watch the door, and replaying what happened over and over until I eventually fell asleep. As soon as I woke up my family was
downstairs and I told them what I saw and if any of them had been upstairs that night. They all said no. None of my family members have ever been told
they sleep walk to this day, and I have never seen any of them do it either. So that is out of the question. Also, I was so close the the "person",
I would have recognized if it was my mom or sister. Also, the hall light was on, which illuminated pretty much the entire hallway and any room that
had a door open.
After that experience I always felt a presence upstairs in the house until I graduated highscbool and moved out. I had trouble going to sleep from
then on, even up to when I was 17 years old. I always felt a negative/evil presence. But it was only with the upstairs. Never downstairs. I never
experienced this again, and I never experienced any strange noises, voices, sighting or anything. Just an evil presence. I remember during highscbool
even, I would watch TV in the downstairs den, and always look up over my shoulder upstairs as if someone was watching me. If was an awful feeling. I
hated having to sleep upstairs even being a teenager. And yes, there were probably more times I never had this feeling during those years than I did,
but when I did, it brought me back to that very night. I absolutely hated having to stare at my door or the hallway whole I try to fall asleep because
of the evil feelings I would get.
When my parents started going out of town while I was in highscbool, I had to either have a friend stay over or I would stay with someone else. That
is how real the feeling was.
Fast forward and I am 28 now. My parents were never able to sell the home but had to relocate two hours away because of my dad's job. My sister was
living there last year and it was attic by lightening and caught on fire. Majority of the upstairs was burnt, but the whole house was ruined from the
firemen putting the fire out. The whole house had to be gutted and rebuilt. Not the structure, just all the walls, ceilings, roof, floors, etc,
Fast forward a little... My wife and I asked my dad if he would be willing to sell the house to us since insurance was paying for the rebuild, and we
could add in our own upgrades. Basically a new home for a good price. We eventually agreed on a deal. Ironically, during the past 8 months the house
has been being worked on, I have gone out there in the middle of the night with a flashlight evaluating the work, checking progress etc (mostly when I
get home from from work and it is late and dark). I have never gotten the same feeling I once did. It is as if the fire had destroyed whatever evil
was there. I can and do go to the house by myself in the middle of the night and inspect the work progress, and I never feel any presence there like I
did before. I feel absolutely nothing, Jusy normal. And I will piont out that when my sister lived there (~2 years ago) I still felt the same evil
presence I always had before when I would stay or visit.
This happened probably 20 years ago and I have never once changed my belief in what I saw that night. Some people think I saw an angel, some people
think I'm making it up. But what I do know is this: whatever was there before the fire is not there anymore. I just wish I could uncover who or what
it was that I saw.