I have issues with basements because as a young teen my friends and I were down in my now ex-best friend's basement and we were playing with a Ouija board. I never really believed in the paranormal so I thought it was all a joke and I made fun of it. When the cursor started to move it got really cold in there and I felt like I was being watched. We thought we were talking to her grandfather. We were wrong and after about ten minutes of talking I said that this was a load of crap and decided to get up. I was going to leave but then I felt something grab a hunk of my hair and yank roughly. I thought it was one of my friends but they were all still sitting down. I felt the back of my head and some of my hair was missing. Ever since then I've been having a lot of experiences and I have been terrified of basements.
I am a 17 year old girl from Camp Hill, Pennsylvania but my experiences don't start there. When I was in 9th grade I went to Philadelphia to see ESP. I was with a large group of my fellow students. Stupid me, was standing in the back, taking in the sights ect... When suddenly I felt someone shove me roughly. Mind you, no one was behind me.
Later on during my freshmen into sophomore summer vaycay I was sitting in my living room, alone, well my dog was there but anyway, we have these bells that my mother had hanging on the pantry door, oddly enough I was watching ghost hunters when I heard something messing with the bells. At first I thought it was my dog, but when I called her she was in the den with me. Next thing I know, I hear the bells being thrown to the floor and smash. They were glass.
The next year in April my dog had to be put to sleep. I was still going through the mourning process when I was lying in bed I felt something jump onto my bed and lay at my feet, I knew it was my dog.
This year has been the most active. When I moved to Camp Hill I heard rumors about my school being haunted. It's true. I was walking to the bathroom one day when I felt what seemed like a child, hugging my leg, later on I heard children giggling. It was cool.
A couple of months later I was sleeping out in my living room and at around 2 in the morning I felt someone shaking me roughly. I thought it was my mother and something was wrong, nope, no one was there when I opened my eyes. I haven't slept out there since.
A day or so before I was going to go to ESP a second time I was sleeping at my grandmother's house in the living room. Around 4 am I felt something tugging lightly on my pillow. At first I thought it was my cousin but she was still asleep in the chair across from me. The light tugging soon turned into a rough yank.
The monday after that was the day we went to ESP my friends and I were taking pictures of a half-open and dark cell, when my one friend took a picture using flash, we heard the bed in the cell groan, as if someone was sitting on it. Later on I was asking some questions on a flight of stairs and I asked that if a spirit was there, if it could knock on the railing three times, it did. Ever since then my friends have referred to me as the "paranormal magnet".
*Editor's note: ESP is Eastern State Penitentiary
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