I have always been excited by the idea of paranormal activity because I was the only one in my family who ever experienced it before. On vacation with family we decided we just had to go to the haunted house. I was with my Uncle, Aunt and cousin. It was our last stop before we left and we were excited.
I couldn't wait to go but when we were buying the tickets outside I felt a weird vibe from the building. I know you are probably thinking 'of course it was a haunted house. You were probably just scared' and if I was reading this I'd be thinking the same but it was not fear that I was feeling. What I was experiencing was a feeling that something wasn't right. Of us all I was the one everyone least expected to get scared and I hid my bad feeling well. However, as we entered the building, I started to feel sick.
My cousin could tell something was wrong and when I started to quietly explain what was going on my uncle decided to scare the two of us. She wrote it off to being afraid. I decided to just get with it, not wanting to believe that I was experiencing anything else as we entered a haunted house. I knew, even then, that it was not fear though. I felt like this before in my house, which is another story.
When we went through, I'll admit I was impressed by the house, however I felt nervous knowing that something was not as it should have been. Nobody else felt it, which I found odd in our 10 or so person group. When we went through the rooms the feeling got stronger as we drew closer to what I refer to as 'the dark room'. The room was pitch black and the small lights that came from the necklaces we bought at the entrance didn't help. Only my cousin and I got one and now they were useless.
It was in this dark room that my uncle had to let go of my shoulder to feel around for a door or something. I now felt even more hopeless because I no longer knew where I was going and didn't have my uncle to help direct me. As we made our way through this room everyone was silent but me. I wanted out. I was desperate to get out of that room. I felt ill, I couldn't see and I started to get a strong headache. When we were in what was the middle of the room I felt someone grab my shoulder and judging by the size of the hand it was not my uncle.
When I confronted my cousin about it, to see if anyone or anything touched her, she said that nothing did. There was no light source in order for anyone in my group to grab me. When the hand grabbed me it was strong and larger, which didn't math the profile for anyone near me. It was then that I panicked. Those who went with me still do not know about this story.
It wasn't until after we got out of that room that my headache went away and my uncle grabbed my shoulder again. When we got out of the house and went back to the car I still felt a little ill but as we got farther away I was fine. I don't know who or what is haunting that haunted house attraction but I want to go back in the future and find out.