This experience is not for the ones who are scared of ghosts. I was a teen, and my mom and I got into an argument. I told her not to close my door and turn out the light. She does it anyways. I am sitting under my blanket, and all of a sudden, it flies off of me. I pull it back on, and something hits my face. My little brother, 12 at the time, came in and asked me if I was ok. I was screaming. He took a look at my face. The right side was a maroon hand print, twice the size of mine. He got my mom. She said to cut out the crap. The next day in my algebra class, I was set up against the wall in my desk. I felt something breathing on my neck. I looked above me, and the air vent was on the other side of the room. That night, I fell asleep.
At 1:00 am, I woke up feeling very cold. I opened my eyes, and could see my breath. Next thing I knew, my favorite stuffed animal was grabbed out of my arms. I started crying. Next thing I knew, my arms were being scratched by a fork. How the fork got up there I don't know. I wore a jacket to color guard next day, and the scratches that bled profusely the night before went away, no trace of scabs.
The next night, I was sleeping, and at the same time the night before, I felt cold. Again I could see my breath. I looked next to me, and saw a long imprint in my bed. I put the blanket over my head, and it flew off. Then, my "figure" started to flip my hair. I checked out a lot of books, and they were all coincidental to me. For example, poltergeists usually revolve around one person. Second, they usually occur between the age of 10-20. Lastly, the person it occurs to is usually either sad or angry. I was both...
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