I have alot of real iron clad stories, but for now I will just reveal my first paranormal experience. It was absolute in my eye's and converted me
from total non-believer to a skeptic, then eventually into a believer.
Now still to this day I remain skeptical of most cases, but there are some that I have tried to disprove with every measurable.
Let's travel back in time to November 2002.
I was doing a foundation repair job at this home of a man whom committed suicide. The house had this odd feeling about it, just the way it looked with
the creepy 70's family portraits everywhere, it was even odder when we walked into the room where he ended it all. They left it all the same it was,
he rigged a weight bench longside up and tied a rope to the bar. Conclusion of reason of suicide was never known. I learned of this information while
doing the estimate.
There was me and a friend at the time doing this job, it was deep in the country, only house for 7 miles.
We had to go underneath the house to fix the beams and repair joists. As the other guy held the measuring tape underrneath the floor, I crawled to the
other side to hold the tape to gather an accurate measure.
Then out of nowhere we heard what sounded like scratching on the floor above us, kind of like feet kicking. Me being the skeptic of everything unless
I seen total proof at that time( sometimes that wasn't even good enough), thought it was just a mouse eating some of the old wood that had gone bad
above the floor between the walls.
We both heard it and looked at each but thought nothing of it.
Then I heard a sound right above my head of what sounded like a broom hitting the floor, I asked my friend if he heard it and he agreed. I asked him
to get out quickly cause we thought someone/thing/animal was in the house. There was no one, not a soul.
We were alone and wanted to quickly finish and even if there was anyone we would have seen them coming, for a mile radius on each angle of the house
was open range. Feeling comfortable about staying late into the night we did so to finish. Around 9 p.m. we put some lights underneath the old danger
filled area underneath the house filled with bones of rats and other things from snakes or whatever else has been down there in past 40 years or so.
There were tons of spiders too and the height underneath was only 18 inches so it was a tough job.
We were replacing a main run and we heard a clear sound of walking in the rooms, one room to another we just sat silent and kept giving each other
the hush treatment then we heard a sound of the door shut. It wasn't loud but it was loud enough to rule out normal occurance. We jumped out from
underneath and ran inside within' 30 seconds and when we walked into house the door slammed behind us enough for us to jump and curse.
We ran outside and quickly scanned every area and nothing, keep in mind there is nowhere anyone could have just popped out from, there was no
attic.
We laughed about it to seem tough but we looked at each other with the look of knowing we were dealing with some weird ****.
It got to the point where we were hearing sounds enough to where it just got to aggrevating to concentrate enough to do the job with total confidence
so we decided to finish in the day, not to mention we were both thinking something fishy was going on, we just didn't see how it could be done, there
was NOWHERE for anything to hide bigger than a coon, and last I checked coon's don't slam doors and walk with human gait, but first we wanted to see
if the foundation itself was causing the door to slam from being unlevel. One problem though, it slammed, it didn't close. It was unlevel but not
unleveled enough to cause it to even shut at all.
We sat in the kitchen area for about 30 minutes didn't hear nothing else. We caught out.
I told the inherited of the home we heard noises the next day and he also said they and the person whom died heard strange sounds throughout the years
specifically the door slam. I never mentioned the door to him, even after he told me, just noises. When we finished I went back by myself to finish
picking up my tools. Before I locked up I looked around for one last sweep and everything was accounted for.
Something in my nosy human nature just wanted to go in that room and look one last time at the area. It felt weird in the room, it smelled of mold and
as I looked out the window I felt a dreadful feeling as I was looking out the same window the person that killed themself was probably looking out. I
heard a floorboard squeek in the living room. I instantly walked into that area and heard the floor squeek yet again this time in the room I was just
in. I decided to leave, my work was done, I got paid, and this home was getting me in a depressed mood. I had a feeling that later down the road I
would learn is classic energy being felt from something that was around me, the feeling of being watched.
As I backed out the driveway, I parked to put my T-square in the truck bed, something told me to look one last time at the house and as I looked the
white window curtain in the window where he died was moved back like someone was looking out the window I walked towards the house again in more of a
jog and it moved back in place like someone moved out the window quickly as I approached. I got in the truck and drove off kind of stumped. I mean I
was right underneath the floor in the begining and me and my friend heard hard soled human steps, even see the dust fell from the sub-floor. There was
nowhere to hide, and nowhere to run to keep from being spotted in anyway, shape or form.
From that day forward I knew there was definately real paranormal activity in the world. As I opened up the pandora's box of it all, I found alot of
places and have had even stronger experiences, but nothing was as creepy as the first time.
It's a feeling you can only have in your bones when you actually see and hear something with your own eyes when you are well aware of your
surroundings and have a skeptic mind instead of just believing in something that troubles you. I can still see the window curtain moving and still
have no explanation. It just was not a big enough home or had enough areas where something could infiltrate.
I was going to go back and do a investigation a view years later once I learned the craft, but as it so happens the home was destroyed by a hurricane
so I never got that satisfaction.
Sometimes things you don't believe in finds you even if you don't look for it.
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