Now, my home is the oldest on my block, and the closest to the forest around our little dead end, and I usually have to stay home alone for long periods of time. I should tell you some lore of my home, being you’d probably understand why there would be spirits on my land. Around 13 or 14 years ago, before my family moved in, a young girl, not even in her teens, was kidnapped and taken to the woods. Sadly, she was raped and murdered, and I’m not sure if these happenings are from her, or other spirits and paranormal entities within the area. Now that you know the lore, let me tell you what happened over the summer of my 9th grade year.
The first few days of summer were normal, the occasional bump and door moving. One night, my best friend was over, let’s call her Toxic, (For identity reasons, ya know?) She was in the living room and I was walking out of my room, when suddenly, the door to the bedroom across from mine lowly opened. My parents were asleep upstairs and my brother at his friend’s house, so it was just me and her sleeping downstairs, and no one should be able to open that door. I raised an eyebrow and went to close the door, when I heard whispering inside. I backed off and went to sit with Toxic, believing I should just leave it alone.
The night went on peacefully, the door closing on it’s own and the knocks starting again, we watched a movie, one of our favorites, ReZort. Around 3:00, I felt something pressing against my chest, as if someone was sitting on me. I opened my eyes and saw nothing. Being the person I am, I commanded whatever was on my chest to get off.
“No.” A scratchy, female voice spoke. I felt the weight get heavier and grumbled.
“Please, get off me. I can’t breathe properly.”
“…” A soft growl was heard from across the room, and the weight lifted. I sighed in relief and sat up, making it hard for something to do that again. I spoke a thanks and fell asleep.
Around five weeks later, my friend was back over again, and we were hanging out in my room. We were chatting and just laughing when she was tripped. There was nothing around her to cause her to fall, and she didn’t take a misstep. I heard a growl from under my bed and I jumped off it. Toxic got up and told me there was a black arm that reached out for her. It was apparently long, slender, and looked like it was made of smoke. Long fingernails and pale white veins. Let’s just say we staid in the living room that night.
The last few days of summer had nothing scary, no.. Activity.. Until one night. Toxic and I were sitting on the porch of my house, it being around eight. We were waiting for our cake to finish when I just so happen to look towards the woods. There, floating around 10 feet high, was a glowing white orb. It around the size of an american football. It stays there for 1 minute before disappearing. Later, another orb, the size of a kickball, the ones you used in elementary, appeared higher and to the left. I panicked and grabbed Toxic’s arm, rushing inside. We went into my brother’s room and played minecraft, well.. Toxic was, I was looking up orbs and willow wisps to calm myself down.
That was all for that summer, but not all for the paranormal and supernatural.