Discussion in 'Archives' started by BreakFree, Aug 4, 2006.
Great stories thanks for sharing.
Thanks for bringing the thread back guys!
KEEP IT COMING!
I got another one for you guys, its not as good as some of the other ones in the thread but its a little interesting(that one where the guys neighbor said he saw the lights going on and off with figures moving around while the guy was sleeping is fucking freaky as hell).
I was real young, I think I might have been 6-9, somewhere around there. I don't really have much memories from my childhood, just little bits and pieces, but I remember seeing two really odd things when I was a kid.
The first was in my bedroom. I slept in a bunk bed on the top bunk(my brother slept on the lower bunk). I remember one night I woke up(must have been late, it was very dark and I remember that no sound was in the house) and I looked down at my feet and I saw a person staring at me, one hand on the top rail of the bunk, the other resting on the rail near the bed. I couldn't make out any features, and I was still very young and I remember not being scared at all. So I just leaned down over the edge to where the night table was and grabbed the lamp(I still remember that lamp, blue with some crepe paper to shield the light with crayon streaks) and turned it on. Nothing was in the room. Closet was closed and the room door was closed as well. I didn't think much of it and turned off the light and quickly fell asleep again.
The second time this happened was during the day. I remember I was playing in the yard beside the door, and I went out to the front door to look at the mushrooms near some shrubbery in our front yard. As soon as I walked past the gate it closed shut and I remember turning around and saying my brothers name asking him why he shut the gate(the gate used to be a big deal because it was pretty tall, the only way I could get back into the yard was to go around and go through a loose board). What I saw was the shape of a man, but he was all black like a shadow and I remember thinking that he's on the gate like how Spiderman climbs up a wall, then the figure went really fast to the backyard where I couldn't see it(it was real fast, must have been less than 2 seconds). Same thing again, I wasn't really scared I just kind of stood there wondering what it was.
I've read a lot about the paranormal, and one thing I've heard is that negative emotions give the ghosts a type of strength so that they can manifest or move things around. If it is true, than I think that might have been what happened. My childhood wasn't that great, my father was very abusive to my mom growing up in that house. After he left I never saw that shadow figure again, though some odd things would happen every now and then.
I know that some people will call bullshit, but I have very few memories of when I was a child, but I remember these two distinctly.
Good stories what were some of the other things that happened every now and then?
I have a story. It's more creepy than scary, though.
When I was 9, the first two times I slept over at my friend's house I slept in the living room on the couch, because he kept his room way too hot for my liking (vents closed, ceiling fan off), and it beat sleeping on the floor. The first night I slept in the living room I heard this soft thumping in their garage/basement at about 11PM. They had these plain unfinished wood steps that went along two of the basement walls and led to the hallway door. It was a very long stairway with really, really gradual steps. I didn't know why it was like that until later.
So I hear these little thumps that were barely audible but pretty quick in succession, and they gradually become harder thuds but longer and longer apart. It was starting to freak me out, but I remembered that my friend's older brother had left his baseball bag full of a few bats, balls, etc. at the top of the basement steps. So I figured it was just shifting and falling down the stairs slowly. I knew that didn't quite make sense, since the noises were slowly getting louder, not more quiet as they would have gone farther down the stairs, but I figured my mind was playing tricks on me. Finally it sounded like the thuds were right at the hallway door, but no more sounds came. I was too scared to fall asleep for about another hour, but there were no more sounds, and I finally fell asleep. I didn't mention it that time.
A couple of weeks later I was spending the night again, and the very same thing started happening. There were really soft thumps that were pretty rapid. When we had come upstairs from the basement that night, I was pretty sure his brother hadn't left his bag at the top of the stairs, but I wasn't completely sure. I heard a few more thumps and was nervous as hell, shaking actually. I finally kind of scolded myself and got up and went to the hallway door. I didn't hear any noises for about 30 seconds so I cracked the door just to see if the bag was there. I couldn't see it through the crack, but I figured that it had rolled down the stairs too far, maybe. I opened the door a little wider and didn't see it, or hear anything, so I just opened it all the way to kind of kick myself in the pants and quit being a wimp. No bag. All the way down the steps that went along the one wall, I started to step down into the basement and see if it was laying at the bottom of the steps that ran along the other wall when I heard a "thud!", and I whipped the door to and nearly jumped out of my skin. The only thing that kept the door from slamming shut was the cold basement air that was in the way. I pressed the door the rest of the way closed hard and ran back to the couch, my skin crawling. I sat there and listened as the same thing happened. The noises got louder but farther apart. Then when the noises were nearly at the door, they stopped. I sat there for about two hours before I was finally able to get to sleep that night.
Later, I figured I had just psyched myself out completely, and told myself not to be such a pansy or dare tell anyone....even though I did sleep in my friend's room, although it was always way too hot, from then on.
A couple of months later when we were going up those steps I asked him why the staircase had such short steps and ran along two walls, almost like a ramp. He told me that the lady who had owned the house before them was very old, and couldn't really negotiate regular stairs very well. She was driving home one day and had some sort of attack. She managed to make it home and into the garage, but had to crawl out of her car. She was dragging herself up the steps trying to get upstairs to get to the phone, but she didn't make it and died on the staircase, right at the hallway door. They found her later that day, because she always called her daughter when she got home, and her daughter never got a call and she never answered her phone when her daughter called her.
My skin felt like it was freezing over, because I had never told him what I had heard those two nights, or why I started sleeping in his room when I hadn't before. I never said anything about it to him after he told me about the old woman.
What's wrong with what he said? hmmm I'm definitely missing something.
Charlie Campbell. That guy is a full on cult leader. Guilt trips, isolation, mind control, separation from family/friends all in the name of "God". I knew him well... at the moment I'm still recovering and I know of many who went through the same.
lets squeeze out a few more stories fellas
I have a few weird experiences myself.
I believe in paranormal, but I'm more of a skeptic than anything. I'd have to be there to truly understand if you know what I mean.
Always when I was younger, around 5-10 years old I used to hear my name being called out. It would always sound to me as if someone was yelling for me, MICHAEL! MICHAEL!!
My step father calls out for me like that from upstairs so I always assumed it was him. So I'd run upstairs and ask him if what he wanted. He would always say "You can't hear me when I need you, but you hear me when I'm not calling for you..." Here's the kicker, I'm hearing impaired and I heard this voice clear as day. Back then hearing aids were not that good and you definitely couldn't hear someone from upstairs yelling for you when you are in your own room on the other side of the house. Always confused me... what the hell did I hear?
Around this time I used to see a shadowy figure moving around my door and sometimes approaching my bed. I never slept with night lights and am a really heavy sleeper, but I would just "feel" like something was in my room and wake up to see the shadowy thing. It was definitely darker than the room, as my window(I had blinds)was right by my bed ther would be just enough light to see details.
Every now and again you'd hear weird noises, but I always chalked those up as random things in the house making noise, like wood expanding/shrinking, etc etc.
Towards the end of High School we got us a Yorkshire Terrier, great dog. But sometimes he'd be sitting on the chair with me in the living room chewing on his toys or whatever and I'd be watching T.V. and you'd see him look up and move his head right to left as if he's watching someone move through the living room. He never liked sleeping in my room with me. Was always waking up around 3 in the morning and barking towards to the door. I'd get up and make a search around the house, looking out windows for animals, etc and nothing, Weird part is, he runs straight to his little cage/house and just stay in there for the night. I couldn't even coerse him into coming out.
We had to put him to sleep in 2008 b/c of cancer. Anyways I moved out of the house a few months later. Moved into an apartment for a year and my mom gets a new dog. A yorky/maltese mix named Louey. I moved back in 2009 b/c my apartment got broken into and I needed to save money to replace shit I lost. Anyways This dog does the exact same shit the first dog did to the T.
I also see stuff out of the corner of my eye when I'm on the computer playing games or whatever, so I know I'm focused on what I'm doing, but I always see a shadowy figure flash by towards the living room. ( I can see the living room from my room and I always have my door open). I usually dismiss it as something my eyes are doing, but it's hard to debunk.
I've never had like full body apperitions or anything like that, but definitely weird and I can't logically explain why they happen or what causes it.
A few other things I forgot to mention.
I used to freak my Mom out b/c I used to talk in my sleep, like really loud. She would come in and check on me and I'd be there in the sitting position talking to someone by the door at 3am a few nights a week. I never recall being awake.
I supposedly attacked a friend one night when he was sleeping over after my birthday party. He said I was talking to someone and they told me to punch him and I did. Needless to say he left that very night and I don't recall anything about this. My mom did confirm that I was sleeping, but that my friend had a bleeding lip. I never saw or heard from him after that.
Also during a very hard time during my life I had become extremely violent in my sleep, I'd wake up with holes in my walls... Had a hard enough time explaining to my dad why those happened.
That's some freaky shit if true, I would have gotten a hotel room.
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