The shadow

Back when I still lived in California I lived in a two story house. I loved that house and when I moved out I was pretty sad but hearing my family tell the paranormal experiences they had in that house doesn’t make me miss it as much.

All of their stories were creepy but my sisters was the one that I found the creepiest. It was Christmas and my parents were working but they were going to be home early since it was a holiday. My sister was home wrapping the gifts until she realized she ran out of tape.

She called her friend to see it she was available to go to Walmart with her for a little while.

She said that she could go but they would have to wait for her sister to come after they were done. They arrived at Walmart and bought whatever they needed then waited outside for her sister.It took a while because she had some things to do first. My sister got impatient so she said she would head home first so she hopped on her bike and rode home.

She finally reached our home and was about to put her bike in our backyard.

She opened the gate and was about to walk in until she saw something. We never have our backyard light on but our neighbors do so my sister was able to make out the shape of a man sitting down with his legs crossed looking forward. My sister looked back and fourth at the lightbulb to the shadow to see if there was something  making up the shadow.

Then the worst thing that could’ve happen, happened. The shadow turned its head in my sisters direction. My sister jumped at the sudden action and ran for it. The bike’s tire was stuck onto the gate so once she started running it opened the gate even more. My sister pounded on the door hoping that someone would open the door to save her from that horrible experience.

Eventually my grandma opened the door and let her in. My sister didn’t tell my parents because they would tell her that she’s saying random things so she kept it for herself. That night she couldn’t go into her room and sleep because her room was above the place where she saw the shadow so she slept in my brothers room. She slept on the floor but it was better than sleeping in her room.

We eventually moved out and realized that when people moved in they never stayed for long.

Possible Werewolf/Dog Person?

I only wanted to post this because I don’t exactly know what I had experienced. Although I didn’t see it, this was all based off of hearing things.

Okay, so I would always go to my grandpa’s house. He has pretty big woods in his backyard, so we would always hear coyotes. It was calming at first. Until my stupid self decided to go into the woods one evening.
I went to the pathway of the woods, I felt very unnerved for once while I was just standing there.

Then, I started to hear something. It kind of sounded like walking. Since they were a large bit of woods, I just thought someone was walking. But the odd thing was that the footsteps were coming towards me. I was looking everywhere to find whatever it was! But it somehow hid itself very well.

Then I started to hear this terrifying growling. I was thinking “why the fuck was there a human growling?” because I saw only a shadow figure until then it came out of a bush from far away and I could of swear to god I saw it change shape into a dog like creature.

I bolted out of the woods in tears. I know this is short, but I just wanted to know what the hell that thing was that I saw.

Doppleganger in my House

This happened to me a little less than a year ago now, but first let me set the stage:

My name is Amber. I am a 29 year old single mother, currently residing in Tennessee. living with me are my now 7 year old son, my elderly disabled mother, and at the time of this occurrence my cousin was sleeping on our couch. Here’s the fun thing about my family: we ALL know that the paranormal is real. My mother was trained as a Shaman, my dad used to do energy work, and my cousin and I are Pagan and were raised, or rather trained, to deal with things that most people refuse to believe exist. Have you seen the show “Supernatural”? Well, one reason we love it in my family is because they tend to get the lore, and the “how to fight this beastie” stuff, pretty close to accurate, and my cousin and I especially love it because it is about as close as mainstream media is likely to ever come to showing how we were raised.

Now, he and I actually didn’t meet until high-school, and didn’t know we were related for a long time. He just became friends with my older brother, and became a part of our family, and THEN we realized we have common blood. small world, right? anyway, we grew up separately, but our families both raised us in much the same way. We each grew up in a relatively stable home, not a massive amount of moving around like the boys on the show, but were taught to study as much lore, on as many creatures and spirits, as we could find. As a result, although we don’t usually drive far to investigate paranormal happenings, when something DOES happen near us, or near our friends, we can usually figure out what it is, if it’s dangerous, and if so how to get it gone, without much trouble.

now, on to the actual story.

about a year ago, my cousin showed back up after having basically fallen off the face of the earth several years ago. he was now working doing private security in town, and our house was closer than his own to his current posts, so he asked if he could stay with us for a while, and we agreed. One night I was trying to sleep, and I overheard a conversation between him and my mom coming from the other end of the house in the middle of the night. I could hear what they were talking about, but since I missed the start of the conversation it didn’t really make sense. I remember hearing my mom’s voice ask a question that I couldn’t understand from so far away, and hearing my cousin respond with a sentence that ended with “at least this is plastic”. I assumed from the tones of the voices that my mother had found my e-cigarette on my desk (I may be an adult, but I didn’t want to deal with the confrontation bound to occur if she found out I was vaping), and that my cousin was sticking up for my right to do so.

I didn’t want to deal with it right then, I was tired, so I decided to deal with it the next day. my mother had been sick for a while, but it wasn’t getting better, so the next day she went to the ER by ambulance, and was admitted to the hospital. she was gone the entire day, so I knew I wasn’t going to get shit from her for vaping at least until she got back. I wanted to get it over with, but I also didn’t want to bring it up myself, in case I had misunderstood and they had been talking about something entirely different. so once she was gone, I asked my cousin “Hey, what were you guys talking about last night?” He looked at me kind of funny and asked what I was talking about. I told him “I overhead the ‘at least this is plastic’ part. did she see my e-cig?” At which point he told me that no such conversation had taken place. In fact, he didn’t remember talking to her at all the night before.

Ok, strange, but not overly so. After all, he might just not remember, or I could have possibly been hearing things, right? Even though I was sure that wasn’t the case, I brushed it off. No biggie.

However, that day I had my son raking the leaves in the yard. I didn’t expect him to do a perfect job of it, after all he was only 6 at the time, but he needed the practice, and I needed the help since I have a bad back and raking is almost impossible for me anymore. And while he’s raking he asks me for some tea. Not cold super sweet lipton, like most people down here tend to drink. No, in my family we like REAL tea. HOT tea. Especially in the fall and winter. He’s working hard, so I tell him sure, keep raking and I’ll make you some tea. I go in, boil the kettle, pull out a tea bag from the box he enjoys the most, etc. etc. I get the tea steeped, sweetened, and pull the tea bag out, but the tea is still pretty hot, and he’s got a sensitive little mouth. so I go set the mug on the wooden railing of our front porch, and yell out to him that it’s still too hot, so give it a couple of minutes before he goes to drink it, and I go back inside and to the back room where I was working on cleaning. now, through all of this my cousin was taking a nap on the sofa in the living room, which is where the front door enters. There are a bunch of windows in the wall across from the sofa, that are all grouped together to make one large super window that looks out onto the front porch and yard. my cousin did not hear me come inside, somehow, but his text alert went off on his phone a few minutes later, waking him. He sat up, and was fully awake texting back and forth with the person who woke him, when he looked out the front window and saw me standing there on the porch. He says he saw me dip my finger in my son’s tea mug on the railing as if I were testing the temperature. So it greatly surprised him when, just a minute later, my son comes inside yelling for me, asking me if his tea is cool enough, and I answered from the back room I had already been in

When I answered from back there, he asked if I had come in the back door, to which I said “no”. Then he asked how long I’d been back there, and started to be visibly agitated when I told him I’d been there a good 10 minutes or so. He told me there was something in the house, and told me what he’d seen on the porch just a minute earlier, and we put it together with what I’d heard the night before. His voice and my mothers, having a conversation that never happened. At least not between the real them. I keep an EMF detector app on my phone, and have tested it under controlled circumstances, so I know that it’s accurate enough for what I do with it. I pulled it up, and we went through the house, looking for spikes. Basically, hunting for where my wards on the property were breached. We finally got a spike with no electronics or wiring near enough to cause it, as well as a cold spot, right in the middle of my mothers bedroom.

This is where things got fun, because my son had never seen me banish anything before. People think dealing with spirits has to be all formal and precise, done exactly this one way and no other. I’m here to tell you, that ain’t true. The main things you have to get right are the intent, the faith, and the power behind the words to make whatever it is believe what you say. And by “faith”, I don’t necessarily mean religion, but you have to believe that what you’re doing will work. Faith in yourself can be faith enough to get rid of a lot of stuff, at least if you’re not dealing with anything too powerful. So, I stood where the breach had happened, and at the very top of my lungs shouted:

“OI! FUCKTARD! You think you can come into MY HOUSE, and fuck with MY PEOPLE?! Oh HEEEELLLLLL NO! You’re going to leave, right now, and you’re going to stay gone, or so help me, by ALL the Gods, I will FUCK. YOUR SHIT. UP!”

The funny thing is, if you’re sensitive to such things, you can actually feel when they leave. This one left in a hurry. And, of course, I immediately smudged the entire house (using sage I had lit from my third gen. Brigid’s flame candles), and smudged all of the occupants including our pets, and then re-did the warding on my house and land, including sprinkling salt around the perimeter. This was the first time I’ve ever had to deal with a doppelganger, but all in all it was far from the worst thing I’ve ever run up against. We managed to get it gone before it did any harm, so I call this one a win.

The Doll House

It was my first year of college and I had decided, last minute, to go to a really small music school in a small town in South West Iowa.  The town consisted of about 7,000 people and it was a huge culture shock for me as I was born and raised Los Angeles.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, Why on earth would you want to go to a school in the middle of nowhere to go to a music college when you could’ve just stayed in LA?! And to be honest I actually liked the idea of going away for college, they had offered me a scholarship and they also gave me a place off campus with four other music students.

My room mates names were Mike, TJ, Tim, and Katie and they had all witnessed some strange happenings in our year at the doll house but this is just my experience.

The doll house was a huge, two story, victorian style house that was built so early in the towns existence, that the town had put an official plaque at the front of the house, next to the front door, recognizing it as a historical landmark. Now you may be wondering why we used to call it the doll house.

Well, everyone in town called it that because it was painted a soft shade of purple that made it look like a giant doll house.

Creepy, I know.  Who paints a house purple?

Let me give you a quick layout of the house as it’ll help you picture the events that transpire throughout my time living at the doll house. I remember the first day I moved in, the landlord had told me to put my stuff in whatever room I wanted as it was a “first come first serve” kind of thing, so I immediately put my stuff in the master bedroom upstairs and two of my room mates, Mike and Tim, had already moved into the rooms next to mine.

All the rooms in the house were painted weird pastel colors like a doll house too. Mine was this mint green color, which I actually kind of liked, and Mike and Tim’s rooms were pink, Katie’s room was yellow and Tj’s room used to be a study or an office so it was just white.  I remember thinking how dirty the house was which I later found out was because the doll house was known as the party house.  I moved in and started to take a little tour.

There were three entrances to the house; the side kitchen entrance which was right next to the two car garage, the front entrance and another side entrance on the opposite side of the house, next to the stairs, that we never used.

There was two bedrooms downstairs and three bedrooms upstairs each with their own entrances but in order to get into Tim’s room you had to either go through Mike’s room or you had to go through a door that was in the dining room that led to secret stairway up to his room.

There were always people at our house even if they didn’t live there because our house was basically a place where all the music kids would just hang out and party, so I was hardly ever alone. And I remember never feeling creeped out by sounds and things because it was always either my room mates or someone else from the school who would just come over to hang out and use our internet or something.

But one day, a few months into living there, I remember being alone for the first time because it was getting close to finals and recital time and everyone was at school practicing.

I had decided to go home and get a quick bite to eat and work on some homework there.  I remember getting a bowl of cereal and going straight to my room to start working on my theory homework.

And something you should know is that the door to my bedroom didn’t actually latch and instead had a door knob and a hole on the side of the door where the latch would’ve been.

I didn’t mind because the door did actually close but that was because it was a little swollen from the humidity there.  It took a bit of force to open and close it, and made a big cracking noise when you tried but like I said it was an old house and I didn’t mind.

Anyway, as I was sitting there doing my homework on the floor I heard a CRACK!  and my door opened.  I looked up and immediately got a little scared but I shook it off and blamed it on a breeze running through the house so I got up and forcefully pushed the door closed.

I went back to doing my home work and about fifteen minutes later, CRACK! and my door had opened again only this time it was a little wider as if someone had pushed it a little harder.  I immediately got so annoyed and thought it was Mike trying to mess with me so I stormed into his room but he wasn’t there.  I checked down stairs and no one was home.

I went back upstairs and shut my door again feeling really creeped out but I didn’t want to leave because I didn’t have a car then, which meant I would have to take all my books and backpack and ride my bike back to school. I wasn’t about to do that so I just decided to suck it up.

I stayed in the room for a good twenty minutes before, CRACK! my door started to open again. I ended up leaving my stuff there and biking back to school without my stuff.  That was the first of many strange occurrences but the creepiest was spring break.

I couldn’t afford to go home or leave town during spring break and neither could Tim so the rest of the room mates left and we stayed behind.  He had told me he was going to stay in town and that he would probably just chill at the house.

Tim was this quiet, keep-to-himeself kind of guy and he and I didn’t really talk too much aside from the normal good mornings and good nights and occasional chores and things that we needed for the house so, I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t really see much of him during the break.

He was a bit of a night owl so I found comfort in seeing his light on every night I would come home from hanging out with my friends or practicing at the school.

I remember always leaving early and coming home late around 2am sometimes during that week and I always looked up to see the light on in his bedroom window and I even found myself purposefully checking if the light was on before entering the house just to feel better about not being in the house alone.

I would usually go straight to my room and go to bed and sometimes I would hear him walk through Mike’s room and go into the bathroom which also had a closet with the washer and dryer in it and I would hear him run the washer and dryer.

So throughout the week this went on. I would leave in the mornings, I’d come home, see his light and I would hear him walking around and washing clothes. And as I said I wasn’t too close to him so I never bothered to even check in on him and it was always late and I was always so tired that I would just fall asleep.

Friday soon came around and I had just woken up around 11am and I went down stairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

I pulled out some eggs and then went into the freezer to pull out some frozen waffles when Tim walks through the side door.  He had bags as if he was going somewhere and so I asked him, “Hey Tim! Where are you headed to? Break is almost over.”

Thinking it was strange for him to be going somewhere so late in the week and what he said next sends shivers up my spine even today.

He responded, “What are you talking about?  I just got back from the twin cities with Forrest.”

I dropped the box of frozen waffles and felt the blood drain from my face. I felt cold and he asked me what was wrong. I frantically told him that there was someone in his room and that I saw his light on at night and that the washer and dryer were on and everything.

He looked at me confused and I could tell he was worried and kept asking me if I was ok and he didn’t seem to understand from how fast I was talking. I started to have panic attack and he slowly tried to calm me down by helping me breath slowly and when I finally could, I told him everything that happened.

He got so spooked , he didn’t want to sleep in the room for a few days after that.

We later found out that his room used to be the servants quarters which is why it was connected to Mike’s room and had its own stairway that led straight to the dining and kitchen area.

Mike’s room used to be the nursery room so the servants would have access to the kids whenever they needed them.  The house was probably haunted with the ghosts of the servants that used to live there.

Other strange things would happen at the doll house, like balls bouncing down the stairs and laughter being heard and footsteps upstairs when everyone was downstairs and a bunch more but none as scary as when I was alone at the doll house and didn’t even know it.

I never stayed alone in that house again and I moved out the next year. Last I heard the owner actually sold the house and I’ve since moved back to California but I’ll never forget my year there. It made me believe in things I never thought possible.