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Something Very Malicious Followed us

first, a little about myself, I’m 18 years old, male, don’t do any drugs, do drink a little bit.

so a few nights ago, me and a few friends were invited to party, (you know, stay up stupid late and get drunk in a park, that sort of thing) at about 10:30 at night, one of my friends (ill call him James) said he was going to leave to go buy Marijuana off a dealer. me and another friend, (joe?) decided to go with him as he was very drunk, and we both wanted to make sure he was okay. (I myself had only had a little to drink, I don’t normally go to these things, and had only come to hang out with a few old friends I hadn’t seen in ages).

We got there ok and did the deed without incident, on our way back I rolled my friends a crappy joint (they were both really messed up and at this point I was kinda sober sitting them), we missed the bus on the way back, so we decided to walk back, at my friends suggestion, we cut through a graveyard, I was very careful to avoid stepping on where people were buried, but my friends, being the drunk, high morons there were, decided to jump from headstone to headstone while saying really vile things about the people buried below them.


A Haunting in the Country

To start, I have been a strong believer in the paranormal since I was a young child.  I have childhood stories that I’d like to share at a later time. But for now, I’d like to talk about what happened to me about 10 years ago. I’ve never been more afraid of the other side than that time. I’ve never submitted a story before, but felt that I needed to share about this experience. To share it with people who maybe have experienced some of the same things. It’s a little long, but nonetheless scary.

It was the summer of 2007. My husband, daughter and I had to move from where we were living to a trailer in a very rural community away from my hometown where I grew up. To give you an idea of the area, forest surrounded everything. Our trailer was right next to the only main road. Behind us was a cow field, then 4 other trailers in a line about a half mile away from us. It was a very nice location, and the inside was just what we needed with a 7 year old. But I always had a strange feeling, like something lurking behind my shoulder. I just shrugged it off as being stress from moving away from my hometown to a brand new area.


Always Watching

You know the sensation you feel when someone is watching you?  I have.  I always have felt that way.  My name is Julianna, me and my mom have had experiences with the paranormal, many times.

Let me start with my mother, this will end up explaining everything.  My mother lived with her parents and elderly grandmother or better known…  Mama.  (I was always told that she might’ve had affiliation with the Italian mafia.)  My mom lived with my family…mama had died when my mother was my age.  (I’m seventeen.)  It had been a long time until mama made contact with my mother, it happened when she was pregnant with me.  My mother’s body couldn’t handle carrying me…so she was in the hospital at the time when this happen.  First the smell of her favorite lotion when my mother had appeared in the smell that was once rubber and saline now turned into rose, than herself, mama showed herself to my mother.  She had showed herself to her one time before that.


My haunted home and high school

I am a firm believer in the paranormal.

I have only told this story to a couple of people, my friends mostly.

First, here’s some background.


Sorcery

I should like, if I may, to tell you of the happening that first started me off on the road of Sorcery. I will take it as a matter of course that by the end of my first sentence you already know what I am, and what I do in the Dark.  It happened on a thanksgiving night when I was only eight years old. The nights had just started to get the Fall chill and the smoke aroma of chimney fires.

All my fathers immediate family had gathered at my grandmothers house (this was before the passing of my grandfather).  Crammed in the corner of their large backyard was a little shed that held their lawnmower and housed their drying vegetables, which hung from the rafters like rag dolls. It is this homely little building that will be our main point of interest tonight!    Even after all these years my skin is breaking out in gooseflesh as I relate this to you (not in fear mind you, but in excitement).


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