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When I was 11 or 12 my parents separated. Around a year later my Dad met a woman not far from where we lived as a family.
He was completely endeared by her and she had a son a couple of years younger than me which was a very large pill to swallow. He had a few behavioural/social problems that resulted in things like him thinking it was acceptable to call my Dad his Dad after months of knowing him.
Anyway, as nice as this woman seemed, which she did, she also claimed to be a white witch. Now she clearly had gypsy blood and seemed to be determined to live up to the stereotype. I knew she wasnt a witch, I mean that would be impossible.
Even though I knew there was nothing sinister about her or her son, the cottage they lived in was extremely, extremely uncomfortable. She actually used to tell me her being a white witch kept the spirits away that were in the house.
Now many will argue that by saying that she planted a seed in my head to imagine things. That may have happened but I seriously doubt what I saw was imagined.
One night my Dad had convinced me to sleep over at their house with him. I reluctantly agreed, secretly hoping I could just kick up a fuss at bed time and he would take me home to my Mum.
That didn't happen, and I ended up going to bed in the son's bedroom on the top bunk of his bed. I thought to myself just shut your eyes and pretend you are at home...
"Hey....hey...do you see the hands?" a voice from beneath me whispered. At this point, the mere thought of what that could possibly be had be terrified. So I asked quickly what he was talking about...
"There are hands all over the walls."
At this point I wanted out of there, so I flipped onto by back and threw the cover off me ready to bolt down to the floor and out the room. As soon as the cover was away from my face I saw the silhouette of a head and shoulders staring at me at the bottom of the bed. I knew for a fact the kid was under me as he had literally just spoke to me. The shadow was the blackest thing I have ever seen in my life. The scariest part was it must have been standing on the bunk bed ladder as for it to be standing on the floor it would have to be 8 foot tall. So the covers rapidly went back over my head and I either blacked out from sheer terror or managed to fall asleep from utter panic. The morning dew on the window is one of the most memorable memories in my life as I don't think I have ever felt so much relief in all my days alive.
Another day some time later, my Dad was still with this woman but I knew he was growing tired of the baggage that was her son who had one of the worst cases of ADHD I have ever experienced, and I have a masters in Behavioural Psychology. None the less, my Dad's girlfriend suggested going to visit an old church - Polwarth church in Berwickshire. As soon as I stepped foot out of the car y legs went to jelly and my entire personality changed. I couldnt stop shaking, fear enthralled me and I remember standing against a wall banging my head of it harder and harder out of utter terror. I didnt see a ghost or anything else frightening. However, I sensed something so completely frightening that If I had stayed there much longer I really dont know what would have happened. Eventually my Dad noticed how I was acting and suggested we go. Im sure he just chalked it up to me being dragged away with two people I really had grown to resent for stealing my Dad away from me. He had mentioned what had happened to my Mum who in turn mentioned it over coffee to her best friend. Heres where it gets creepy. Her best friend used to live in one of the houses that neighboured the church. She claims she was often woken up in the middle of the night by screams coming from the church.
Now that I am much much older I really havent experience much of the paranormal. Although when I was about 19 I was retrieving something out of the attic and hear my name in my ear. As if someone whispered it in my ear with the intention to give me a fright. Not a drawn out faint whisper, rather a sudden piercing whisper.
About 2 years later in my first place of my own I was laying in bed watching TV when a coin fell from the ceiling and landed on the wooden floor. Found the coin the next day next to my bed on the floor.
I have a spooky story to tell.. it was very strange..
At one point in time in my life, I was living in this apartment complex in northern California, near the area of Capitola, and as unfortunate as it may have been, I was living in a complex that was actually quite run down and perhaps shady looking. I had taken the apartment hastily because I needed a place to stay and I wanted to relieve my sister and her husband of having me over at their home for too long a period of time.
In any case, in this shady looking setting, it turns out that there was a lady living there that had some type of problem with drug use. I was unaware of it initially, but after a couple of months of being there I would later discover that this was indeed the truth. Well, one evening, it seems as though she had decided to invite over a couple of dodgy providers into her room and along with them had arrived a very young(!) lady that looked like she could be in high school, maybe 15-16 years old (The lady with the drug problem was actually about 60 years old, but she looked quite youthful). On that evening then, when these two thugs had entered her room, (I was exiting my own room, while they were all entering theirs). Well what do you, my reaction was perfect anger, shock, anxiety that she might be doing some perfectly wrong, foul, or vile with these bad thugs (they were black and she was caucasian by the way..). I seemed to have stormed out of my room, angry that these types of persons were entering anywhere near my personal living space- and so, I totally started to freak out. I began to flip the lights on to the complex with very "Shaft," The Movie "bad" attitude and ultimately I had to jump in my black truck and drive away as fast as possible anywhere, to cool off, recompose myself and let the anger completely out of my system. So I got on the highway, and I wound up driving for a while eventually finding a Ralph's supermarket which was open 24hrs; while I was there I went quickly to the restroom, and went to the register to purchase a pack of gum, any gum just to continue to get the anxiety out of my system. I wound up purchasing Bubble Yum! More specifically: "Strawberry Bubble Gum".
I kept driving for another while and finally I decided to return to my apartment even though it may have been a bad idea to return there. I returned. When I arrived, everything was quiet, and apparently everyone was asleep so everything seemed alright. I unlocked my room entry door, and I entered my room safely. I paused and looked to my computer- I returned to the computer where I had been sitting reading and writing when all of this had begun earlier on at 11-12:00pm. Once turning to my computer and sitting down to the desk, after feeling as though everything was going to be alright, I looked at the screen on the computer, where the a hotmail webpage was open. Unimaginably, the login id name printed in the login box was the following: "Strawberry Bubble Gum."
I was so terrified that I promptly in the next following days moved out of that apartment immediately.
I also informed the authorities as to the misgivings of the older lady residing next door. In the meantime though, I was left dumbstruck and in perfect dumbfound awe that something, some kind of "Power" had left that dark, blinking, defiant message "Strawberry Bubblegum," on the computer screen. It was perfectly malevolent and evil feeling- It was terribly ominous and threatening- I felt as though I had been very firmly warned against something really really wrong: I had been firmly warned against my own inappropiate attitude and my own inappripriate behavior. I had been warned against my own inappropriate handling of that endlessly endangering situation. It's just not wise to entertain or to overreact to neither thugs, nor providers nor users, and I totally did!! Wrong!
In any case, the warning, "Strawberry Bubble Gum," may have actually been a blessing in disguise, as I later interpreted it and later understood that I was being guided, instructed or shown that I needed to recitfy my behavior, and instead of fighting "thug badness" with " my badness," that I needed to re-remember to let go of anger, shock, and fear and just ride through that situation with more easy go lucky ease and benevolence.
It was a stunning moment, but very very scary-- it kind of reminded me that I was not as hot as I thought I was. I'm tiny peanuts and compared to the powers around us that are either there to guide and protect us, or that are there to harm us.
I don't know, but I felt somehow sort of lucky at the end.. but I'll never be able to explain how "Strawberry Bubble Gum" appeared and was written on that computer screen- The sensation that I physically felt while reading it was sort of like satanic, grotesque, like someone telling me: GO TO HELL!
I really got the hell out of that place as quickly as possible as I understoo that there were elements living there that were incompatible with me and my way of operating and seeing things in the world. Really scary though! Paralysis.
It would be fun to hear some of your impressions about my spooky story though, I hope some of you might be interested in entetaining and discussing it. This is totally a true story btw.
]edit on 31-10-2013 by tony9802 because: (no reason given)
reply to post by Believe_nothing
That they were African American wasn't the problem, but rather their demeanor and evident intentions with the older lady. You're right though, that shouldn't be a reason to overreact. What I meant actually by devilish or demonic was that these adults, including the older lady, were actually entertaining drug use and perhaps other activities with a minor the young high school gal. That was what I was referring to when utilizing the term devilish or demonic. Thanks for noticing that though..edit on 31-10-2013 by tony9802 because: (no reason given)
Everyone tells me my building where I live is haunted though. Everyone else says they have spooky things happen to them. I never have... lol.. maybe I am just dull or something.
I have no idea what it was that we experienced. I suppose it could have been a 300 pound owl.