Tag: paranormal

I lived in a haunted house

So to start this story off, I was about 8-9 years old. And at the time we were moving to California because my dad had a job offer, keep in mind that he is in the film business so California was the place to be.

Now, we had found this really nice two story house in a really nice neighborhood. We signed a 2 year lease, and this will be important later. Anyway, when we first stepped into the house there was a terrible smell. So my mom, being the clean freak she was, decided to try and get the smell to go away.

A Weird Visitor

When I was young I lived with both my grandparents, my mom and my aunt in this one apartment. I hated sleeping in my room so bad. It just had a weird and very bad energy around it. I guess I was around 6 or 7 at the time this started happening, but my family was telling me I was too big to sleep with my mom, so they’d make me sleep in my room.

The door was always left open just a few inches, and the lights on the corridor would be turned on. When I say that I couldn’t sleep, I meant it. The only way I managed to sleep was by passing out of exhaustion, and so that happened often. It was odd, though because it seemed to happen right after a recurring nightmare I’d have, even if I don’t remember sleeping at all.

Home For The Holidays

When I was younger, I had an uncle, he was my mother’s half-brother, and he was this incredibly kind young man. I wasn’t around him much, only on the weekends, which is when I would visit my mother and grandmother.

He helped build the house that they lived in, it was a big house, and in the concrete on the back porch, my mother, my uncle Jacob, and my uncle Jason all three had put their hand prints and their names in the still-wet-cement (I wasn’t there that day). I was there for a lot of the construction, a tiny child playing on sand and dirt mounds, talking excitedly to them, asking questions, enthusiastically going on about how amazing it would be to walk up a spiral staircase.

Encounter with a Skinwalker

This all happened one day when i went to spend the day with one of my friends. We’ll call him David. David is one of my closest friends and has been for the past 7 or 8 years. We grew up in church together and would always beg our parents to let us go to each others house after our Sunday services. That all changed about a couple of years ago. It was July 1st 2010, David was having a sleepover for his 9th birthday and i was invited. Now, before I start to get into the story, I would like to explain the layout of the property, which will be important further into the story. His house is set on a flat level field and is about a quarter a mile from the nearest house. The backyard is very wide and stretches all the way to a tree line behind the house. They had a swing set for his younger brother set just a few meters away from the tree line.

I arrived at his house about 4 O’clock. The party didn’t start until about 4,30, so i was a bit early. Me and him went outside for a while to shoot is BB Gun until the others arrived. He set up 4 cans on a barrel he got from his fathers tool shed and we just had at it. We were outside about 25 minutes and we saw that the others started arriving, so we thought we would head inside. That night, I woke up about 12:00 and didn’t know what woke me up. I just assumed it was my instinct to get up and use the bathroom, but i didn’t really have to go. I decided to go down stairs and get a drink of water since I was extremely thirsty. I got a glass of water and started to head back upstairs when i noticed the slightest movement outside of the kitchen window. I brushed it off, thinking it was a cat or something and continued to head back up stairs.

The Girl In the Mirror

This was…fairly recent, and honestly I’m still shaken up. Let me give you some background.

I’m a 16 year old who never fits in and my parents think I’m insane. The house this encounter took place in is in Ohio, where I was born and raised. The people who live there are my relatives, and they aren’t exactly….normal people. We all have those oddballs in our families, right? Well, this goes way beyond ‘odd’. The man, whom we will henceforth call ‘Jack’, would flirt with my mother when she was young, and even does the same to me. So, fairly creepy. His wife, whom we will call ‘Jane’, is a former alcoholic. She herself is fairly normal, aside from the occasional tendency to act….extremely akward at almost every family outing. She respects privacy, unlike Jack. Jack is the kind of person to talk your ear off every chance he gets, and will even talk to complete strangers for as long as possible. Maybe he’s just lonely, but it can get pretty creepy. They’ve been married for many years, and have always had a strange connection to the house in which they live. The house itself is right on the edge of a forest, with Broken and rusty playground equipment out back. It’s on the top of s steep hill, and is extremely old, though I don’t know the exact age of the home.

What I’m about to tell you will seem fake. It will seem made up, and it will seem outlandish. But it happened. I had a witness to it happening and I’m sure he may still have the recordings. I never want to go back to that house, becuase of what I saw, heard, and experienced. Whatever is in that house…. Whatever is out in those woods……it’s not human. Maybe it used to be, but it’s not now. Not anymore.

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