Been a long time lurker and finally mustered up the courage to introduce myself. Yes, my user name is my real name. I just did not feel it was
necessary to create a false user name in a site dedicated to uncovering the truth; I am of course only speaking for myself, so please do not take
offense to my personal opinionative rational. I am 29 years of age until Oct 2, when I hit the big 30!.......wait a minute..
yikes! Well, look
forward to be a Daddy by early next year anyway. I’m sure my kid will love the company of my four cats
I have been in to the paranormal/unexplained; UFOs and aliens; and all the other fun stuff for as long as I can remember. I once lived in a
haunted house, in a haunted neighborhood when I was in my early teens. In brief, here are the things that I experienced:
- My whole family being rudely awaken in an early weekend morning as a result of the radio in the room shared by me and my brother turning on, on its
own, full blast, all while the switch being in the off position. Naturally, my Dad came storming in, asking if we were crazy, saw that we were both
hiding under our covers, while he some how (i guess pulled the plug) made the madness stop.
- Once again, in the early morning, around the same age as above, was sleeping on my side when I suddenly woke up to "someone" poking my back. I was
thinking that I might have been in the semi awake stage, so I just waited for it to quickly stop. The poking however persisted and even became
hurtful, as there was more force being used. I wanted to believe it was my sister playing a trick on me (knew it wasn't my bro, he was sleeping
happily and unpoked in the bed beside me) When it did finally just stop, I finally let out a breath/sigh of relief (I was so scared I was holding my
breath as long as i could) I slowly turned over, hoping to dear God I was not going to come face to face with a SOMETHING or a someone I didn't know.
Saw no one, heard nothing. Got out of my bed, looked in to my sister’s room, she in deep sleep like my bro.
- Same time of day, on a different day, around same age, I woke up to my bed landing back on the floor. Don't know how high it went, just knew it
wasn't on the ground for God knows how long. With my heart racing, and doing a quick survey of my room, I got out of bed, and began to inspect it. I
was not thinking immediately that my bed was in the air, but rather that it had broken some where. I checked all the legs, stood at the end and
checked to see if it was still balanced- all was just fine. I then just thought to myself that perhaps I just dreamed it and went back to sleep. At
breakfast my Mom then asked out of the blue, "Hey, what did you guys make fall in the morning, I heard a big bang?"
-Again, same as above time/setting, I experienced the most terrifying paranormal experience I’ve ever had. I was suddenly awaken to find my arms out
to each side (right arm was fully extended, left arm was more bent, and down wards) while my upper torso was slowly being lifted off the bed. The
higher I was getting, the harder I was trying to scream for my Mom. It got to the point that my upper torso was completely off the bed, and I just did
not want to take any more of it, nor see what was going to happen next. I tried with all my might, and finally was able to scream out for my mom. As
soon as I let it out, It-they-or whatever just let go, and I just fell back on to the bed.
That I recall, the landing just slightly hurt, I was more so dazed from it. I did not even
think it was a paranormal occurrence, I just assumed I wasn’t in control of my body due to me being so tired or from waking up to quick from a deep
sleep. It wasn’t until many years later, that one day I just remembered the incident, and thought to myself: wait, its not possible to lift urself
up backwards with out the use of arms, and even if I did use my arms, I would have not gone at such a height and angle anyway.
-I also remember continuously having this dream where I approach the top of the stairwell and I just find myself able to fly down the stairs, and all
around. When I awake, I recall the dream as I approach the stairwell, and how wonderful it felt to fly. I however knew it was JUST A DREAM, and did
not bother trying to see if I could actually fly down. There reason why I am stating this is because I sometimes wonder if it was the spirits that
induced the dream, and were trying to see if I was actually dumb enough to try and fly by jumping off the top of the stairwell and fall to my death,
only to join them in their realm.
Well, just as I had learned how it usually goes in a haunted house, my parents fighting got so bad that they divorced. It has been a struggle
ever since, but I must say I’m just used to it by now. Anyway, happy to have finally introduced myself to you all, I look forward to becoming more
of an active member. May Gods grace and peace be with you all. Ciao!