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Note: This journal entry is about some of my (and maybe your!) paranormal experiences. These are not made up. They are not for attention. They are true stories. Just to get that out of the way. If you like these kinds of stories, please continue. I'm fully aware that some of you have been through MUCH worse, but still. But if you happen to like sleep, I suggest you not read further than this.
Alright. We're gonna do things a bit differently this time around. This time, I'm gonna post more of my stories, but instead of just my stories, I'm gonna collect some other people's stories via PM. So IF YOU HAVE A PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE OF...really any kind...PM ME WITH THE STORY AND I WILL PUT IT HERE.
So now that that is out of the way, I'm gonna re-tell my stories from last time. With some added stories.
For any of you that read this, and for any of you that have heard from me that I have been "possessed", this is a true fact. I finally found where I posted the story, and I'd like to share it with you all.
Just remember, this is back in the summer of '06, back when I first started Gaia, so I couldn't really type that well. And I was an annoying, hyper little boy.
But along with this story is another one that precedes it, explaining where I was, and giving a little insight.
So here we go.
Dark_Sasuke_22 Oh yeah one more story because this is the last one I remember...so one week at the beginning of july we went on vacation to Black River Lodge...trust me a couple years ago you would have loved it...but now...meh...well this year was its 60TH ANNIVERSARY!!! anyway at night in my cabin me and my mom only would hear someone walking back...and forth...through...our...cabin...icon_eek.gif I was like "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!!!!!!!" My mom thought it was me... no it was not me, or my dad, or my sister...i thought it was my dad until it STOPPED IN THE ROOM THAT I WAS IN!!!!!!!! AND NEVER WALKED OUT!!!!!!! I was hiding under the covers like the wimp that i am...i looked only once at the direction the noise was coming from...nothing except an odd greenish glow from the bathroom icon_gonk.gif then it stopped in my section of the room and the ENTIRE rest of the night i felt like I was not only being watched but i felt it was LOOMING OVER ME!!!! Then my finger started to twitch for the rest of the night...i wasn't as scared as you would think though...i was getting some calm vibes or whatever from it so i knew it was benevolent and not vengeful...phew...I felt as if I was being protected...
ANOTHER STORY FROM THE SAME PLACE!!!!!!
One night of that week my brother decided to stay so I got to stay in "Manland" as we called it...dont ask I might tell you later if you ask icon_xd.gif...so I stayed there and I was fine until my finger and thumb started twitching like MAD just like they were in my cabin when the spirit watched me...but this...this was different...WAAAY different...after about 30 seconds of my hand doing the mambo, I feel a VERY evil presence float into the room and just FLOAT TWO F**KING INCHES FROM ME!!! icon_gonk.gif icon_gonk.gif And it just...floated there...watching me...that's when my entire body started OHMYGOD twitching! It was like my entire body was having a seizure!!! I couldn't stop!!! Eventually i got so damn scared to death i actually started to CRY. ME. CRYING. I dont cry easily. But oh my dear GOD this presence was the most EVIL, malevolent presence i have, and most likely ever will feel in my entire life...it was so terrifying i started crying...and yes I doubt you have ever felt a presence as evil as this...but it...i guess was just acting evil to try and scare me because it did nothing to me...thank GOD.
Anyone who knows me in real life knows that I am kind of quiet...this is one of the reasons. Not the reason, just one of them.
As I stated, I thought it was just messing with me, but from reading a few other stories that explain the exact same thing, I found out exactly what it was doing.
I also didn't really know how to explain it, and in my freaked-outedness, I left out a few details.
Detail one: It felt like I was being pushed out of my own body. I couldn't talk. I couldn't scream. I couldn't breath. I could hardly move, but I managed to get myself curled up into a ball before it was all over.
Detail two: IT HURT. This was one of the most painful experiences of my life. Not only did it hurt, but it scarred me for life. It strengthened my fear of the dark, my fear of pain, but it also made me realize that if this is the worst they can do to me, I shouldn't really be scared of them.
Detail three: It followed me home. I don't know why it wanted to stick around, but it did. For the next week and a half, it tormented my thoughts. I couldn't do anything without feeling someone watching my every move. I began sleeping with a bright lamp. I still do to this day. I don't know if I'll ever get over my fear of the dark now.
FOR ANYONE who says this is just a "night terror" or whatever, IT WAS NOT. I was wide awake when this happened. For those, you have to be ASLEEP.
Also, this presence has been beaten for most evil-feeling. I shall type up what I remember.
Okay, so I was in the clear for about a month. Nothing had passed through my home, much less stuck around to do anything. (Yes, spirits. I apparently had "wandering souls" going through my house for a period of time.)
I decided to go into my basement to watch some tv. I walked down the stairs...opened the door...
BOOM. It was ******** Bleach-style. This thing was so powerful, it actually knocked me back a few feet. The power of this thing was...intense...
I knew exactly where it was and had an idea of what it looked like and what it was doing at time of door-opening, even though it was pitch-black.
If you go into my basement, the door leads to a mini-hallway. From said door, you can see most of the basement. This...creature...just stood there. In the middle of the room. It was human-like, but also demon-like, if you can visualise that. I could see it's face with my mind. It was just standing there. Not moving. Just staring at the ground. As soon as I opened the door, its power blasted out at me Bleach-style, and it looked at me. I felt it look at me. At ME. There was something in the same room as me with such incredible power that it knocked me back, and it SAW ME. It saw me with glaring yellow eyes...I could actually see its eyes with my own. They were yellow...yellow and empty. And they looked pissed at me.
All of this happened in less than a second, but it felt like days. As soon as it saw me, I slammed the door and took off up the stairs. I was nearly hysterical. This was in MY basement. I couldn't believe it was happening. I never though something like this could happen to me.
I immediately logged onto Gaia to tell everyone in the Ghost Story thread (to which I am a regular...since page 105...) what was happening. As I typed, I felt it coming up the stairs. I became absolutely terrified. Then it spoke. It had no ordinary voice. It had the kind of voice you hear in the movies. I couldn't understand it. Its voice had four tones in one. It sounded like chanting. That was bad. I had nowhere to go. So I just didn't leave the room. For some reason, it wouldn't go outside of the stairwell. It just stayed there...watching me. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it...and hear it...I almost cried...again...
It took me until sunrise to pass out on my bed. Yeah...I passed out.
Okay, it's time for me to stop...
If I can remember them, I will post more stories eventually.
Okay, next story.
This one comes from the week after the possession story takes place. The difference is, this occurs at my own home.
Okay, so I came home from vacation. I got re-familiar with my house (I missed it, what can I say?) after a week of vacation. I was half-happy that I was no longer there since I didn't have to worry about spirits in the middle of the night.
Oh, boy. How wrong I was.
First of all, nothing happened until I felt the same exact presence that tried to possess me suddenly appear in my kitchen. God dammit! It followed me! I decided to ignore it, since I assumed it lost a SHITLOAD of power from the possess-y thing. Again, bad move.
That night was complete and utter torture. All night, the thing circled my bed. I could literally feel the anger coming from it. Somehow, it screwed with my thoughts. I heard things in my head that I don't even remember. I spent the entire night sitting up, trying to force it out of my head...and eventually fell asleep at sunrise. When I woke up, I thought it was all over. I just hoped and prayed that this...creature...was gone and that it was all over. I hesitantly got out of bed...and walked out of my room.
I first noticed that I was home alone. At times like this, I hated being alone.
I walked into the hallway, and as I did, a huge blur of a shadow ran across the wall next to me. I was a little freaked out by this. I continued walking.
Not two steps later, the same shadow. This time, passing the other way. A little more scared now, I continued walking down the hallway.
Three steps...shadow. Again. Now I was completely freaked out, and broke into a sprint for the living room and got straight on the computer.
I went to the thread...Ghost Story thread, kicks a**...and started typing what was happening at the time.
What happened next, even I couldn't believe. I heard a small noise. I stopped typing for a second...
I heard noises...
Voices...
Two of them...girls...talking back and forth...laughing...in my laundry room...
I was scared to death at this point, and started typing frantically. All of this, and the presence was still lingering in my kitchen...
Suddenly, there was a loud BANG on the wall directly in front of me. Seriously, this wall is not even two feet away from me. I was the only one home. I had no pets.
This was too loud of a bang to be just the house. This was caused by something...
I don't remember any of what happened afterwards, but it ended with me seeing a black cat with green eyes in my kitchen, followed by the disappearing of the presence.
I decided to name the cat-figure Midnight after a cat that I had when I was four, who also was a black cat with green eyes. Midnight showed up several times over the next few months, and he would show up every time I felt the presence. It's like he was protecting me from it.
I slept good for the next few months, let me tell you.
I haven't seen Midnight since, and I've missed him. It was nice while it lasted. smile
Next story.
Okay, then. For anyone who doesn't know already, this is the story of my very first paranormal experience. I was seven.
Okay, when I was about seven, I would always go to the kitchen at night to get a drink. The only catch is that we have a sun room next to the kitchen which is always abnormally dark, despite the size of the windows on the doors.
One night, I went to get one. I had a bad feeling, and for some reason...I still do not know...I looked at the glass doors to the sun room. All I really remember is hearing the loudest bang from them and seeing a six-foot slightly transparent white figure pressed up against the glass, looking like he was being choked, and he looked like and older version of my brother. Being a kid, I was really worried about him at this point. I ran the ******** back to my room and hid under the covers.
Who knew my first experience would be a full-body apparition?
Alright, another story.
This one happened shortly after the possessive thingy left my house...finally. I'm not too sure what it was...
Okay, so I was sleeping...yeah, the boring part. For some reason I woke up. Actually, scratch that, a sound woke me up. I was lying in bed for about half an hour thinking it was my dad on the computer, but I sat up and realized it was DEFINITELY NOT. I looked at the time...3:30...I sat in bed terrified, I tried to get up to close my door, but I was afraid whatever it was would hear me. What I heard was the most horrible noise ever: some kinda hissing/screeching noise that makes you cringe when you hear it at any volume. There was also a bit of a screaming noise mixed with nails on a chalkboard. This noise continued until about 5:00 in the morning, when it stopped utterly, with the sound of footsteps and the door opening and closing...
Five minutes later, my dad came out of his room...
About a week later, I heard the noise again, but this time, it was outside my window.
Alright, more stories when I return from school. stare
Alright...now for some smaller stories. These range from missing objects to voices.
When I was little, I always used to mistake the sound of the heater for footsteps. Well, when I got older, I decided to sleep with a fan, since silence scares me. One night, I couldn't use the fan because it was broken, so I had to deal with the silence. The footsteps would be heard often throughout these few nights, but sometimes, they were different. Sometimes I could tell when they were the bang bang bang of the ventilation ducts, but these footsteps came when the heater was off, and they sounded like clear, unmuffled footsteps. You're thinking, "Well, that's just the heater adjusting to not being hot." Well, no. These weren't booming footsteps. These were just light socky shuffles. They sounded like someone walking slowly on hardwood with socks on. For some reason, I would never be scared, but moreso comforted by the noise. I would also picture it as a woman in a white nightgown or something. Ah, well. It stopped a few years ago and I haven't heard it since.
Over the summer, I would always see the reflection of some black cloaked figure run from the hallway to the kitchen in my monitor.
When I first had my bed against the wall, I would have to face my room, because I would hear things behind me if I faced the wall.
One day over the summer, my parents' radio turned on by itself. At first, I thought it was just the alarm set wrong. But then I noticed that the stations were slowly but surely changing.
Over the summer, I would often hear someone talking, occasionally coherently, in my parents' room. I've been afraid of it my entire life, but I've never heard voices in it until recently.
My cat used to come out of the unfinished part of the basement with its tail straight up and all the hair on its back and tail puffed out. I once saw a shadowy figure and heard scratchy breathing come from there.
More when people decide to send me some stories.
 TooHyphy · Thu Jan 03, 2008 @ 01:04pm · 1 Comments |
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