My mom’s bed came with us to the new house
and into her new bedroom. At this point I was about 11 or 12, and to get
to the bathroom I would have to pass my mom’s bedroom. Every single
time I walked past out of the corner of my eye I would see three black cloaked figures hovering above the bed,
I would whip my head around and they would be gone. This again happened
so often that I grew used to it. The bed was destroyed and replaced
with a new one, and I haven’t seen them since. The only other paranormal
activity I have experienced is seeing my granddad sat on my sofa
shortly after he died looking exactly the way he looked before he died
(I never saw him, again, I was too young and he was severely ill for
almost a year). I explained to my mom his appearance and she confirmed
that was what he looked like right before he passed away (thin face,
sunken eyes).
My great auntie also passed, and my mom was
constantly bad mouthing her affairs because of how long it took for
everything to be resolved after the passing. Every now and again when I
would be talking to my mom, both of us would smell the extremely strong stink of gone off meat and eggs.
It would come, linger, then go. No matter where we were in the house,
windows shut, no one cooking or anything, it would come. It got to the
point where it was always on time, we would start a conversation and it
would sweep in. I told my mom to try apologizing to my great auntie for
badmouthing her affairs - she did - and we’ve never smelt it again. That
was the most perplexing experience I’ve ever had, but:
My most recent experience is easily the most frightening.
Christmas
day, 2 years ago. I decided to spend Christmas with one of my childhood
friends and to stay over at his house so we could watch movies and not
have to worry about driving home late at night. He was renting a room in
an 1800’s manor house which had 6ft tall doors and the names of
‘Henry’, ‘Edward’ and ‘Peter’ still wrote on the doors indicating the
children that once lived there over a hundred years ago. ‘Peter’s’ room
facing in the south part of the house I was told was unlivable because
of how cold it was in there. I went in to explore and immediately felt a
presence in the room, and the coldness was bitter. Regardless we moved
on and celebrated Christmas.
It was later that night when things began to become unsettling.
I
was sharing a bed with my friend and was woken up in the middle of the
night by the feeling of a hand holding down my wrist and another hand
stroking back my hair whispering ‘Shhhh’. I slowly left my dream state
thinking my friend was waking me because something bad had happened,
only to wake up and see nothing there and still feel the presence
crouched down in front of me and touching my hair and wrist. I told it
to ‘GET AWAY FROM ME’ out of pure confusion and fear of what was
happening. I woke my friend asking if he was just trying to comfort me.
He said ‘no’ in his sleep before turning away from me. I then felt the
presence staring at me the entire night from the corner of the room.
Safe
to say I was disturbed, and stayed awake all night feeling the presence
watch me. That fear wasn’t helped when my friend started tossing,
turning and started to have what look like a fit in his sleep. He was
banging his head against the pillow, kicking his legs, punching the air
and moaning in his sleep. Morning came, and he casually told me ‘I always wake up tired in this house’ and I responded ‘I think I know why…’
I
explained to him what had happened and how I had been awake all night
since I felt something trying to ‘comfort’ me in my sleep.
I
explained to him how I think he is constantly waking up tired because
he’s having paralysis sleep episodes because the house is haunted. I
also politely told him I am never staying there again. 2 months later he
moved out and his sleep has improved.
Safe to say I’ve had
enough experience with the paranormal to last me a life time. I am now
petrified of ghosts to the point it is a phobia.
Source:Quora
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