My family of four had moved from Phoenix, Arizona to Portland, Oregon on October 4, 2008. My family consists of my mother, father, me (I was eleven at the time), and my brother (who was nine). We moved into the house and everything was fine. But over time the downstairs level, where my brother and I slept, felt creepier and creepier. I started seeing shadows out of the corner of my eye and it was unnaturally cold all the time.
One day last summer (2010), I told my friend Kayla about it. We both believe in the paranormal, and she wanted to look up my address on this thing she downloaded that's supposed to tell the history of houses. When she did, it said that there was a fire that had killed two girls back in 1988. And the girls, two 15-year-olds who were clinically insane and kept inside because they were violent towards everyone except their parents. They drowned their baby brother in the bath tub.
A month or two later, I was still seeing shadows. The creepy feeling got so bad that I couldn't go anywhere downstairs without it feeling like I was being watched. That day, for once I was actually in my room. I was sitting on the floor when all of a sudden I felt someone blow on the back of my neck. The door was closed, and the air vent was across the room and didn't blow over where I was sitting. None of my windows can open, either. There was no explanation. But that's not all; it felt exactly like when you blow on things to cool them off. I believe this was my first meeting with one of those girls.
One morning about a month later I woke up with an odd red mark on my arm. It looked like a scratch, but thicker than one that my cats could do, and thinner than what I could've done. It was slightly swollen, and I was confused as to where it came from. I was talking to this guy who wasn't really my friend, and he said that sometimes that happens from HIS cats. So, I brushed it off and forgot about it.
The feeling of being watch continued to grow. I knew nothing was different except for the fact that they just were making themselves known, and they weren't really any more powerful. Oh, how I was wrong. My father and I fought a lot, and sometimes things would fly off shelves. Well, mostly just fell, but it was odd enough that my family would joke that I moved it with my mind out of my anger. I think all that negative energy was feeding them.
One time when my brother and dad were fighting, my brother went downstairs and slammed his bedroom door. I didn't want to be around my dad anymore so I walked downstairs to my room. A few minutes later, my brother came to my room and asked if I rattled his door. As in, I grabbed the handle and shook the door back and forth with force. I knew that I hadn't run down the stairs, so there was no way the door could've rattled on its own. I think it was one of the ghosts living there.
At my birthday party on March 5, 2011, I had my 14th birthday party. I had a few friends over for a sleepover. Throughout the night, I kept seeing this shadow of a tall man standing near my bedroom door (we were in the family room downstairs and my room connects to it). I didn't say anything, in fear that I would freak out my friends. A few days later when I was talking to Kayla, she said she saw the same thing. It didn't really do any damage, but it sure was creepy.
About a month ago, Kayla, my other friend Miranda, I did a calming ritual. Just envisioning us pushing good energy out from ourselves, we didn't talk to them or anything. Kayla and I am both Wiccan, and Miranda is still thinking about if she believes that, so we all thought it could probably work. It did. The shadows were gone from my room and at night I saw things moving in the family room but nothing in my room. It felt nice. I was able to actually feel sad in my room without worrying that I was going to give them more energy.
Then about three weeks it came back. There were even MORE shadows in my room and more things happening than originally. But of course, all three of us had a sleepover in which caused us to all have lice. I still have lice, so I can't have them come over to do another calming ritual.
The night before last night (July 5, 2011) I had nightmares. When I woke up, I had eight "scratches", exactly like the thing I saw before, on my left arm. They came in twos and were all in a V shape or just parallel lines. There was one on my right arm, 2 one my right leg, and one on my left leg. One of the ones on my right leg started burning, but besides that nothing hurt. I took pictures of some of them, but they had disappeared before my mom had gotten home from running errands. I can think of no plausible explanation of how I got those, and after looking around on the internet it makes sense. This morning I only had one, another V shape on my right arm. It wasn't as bad, but it was a scratch. You know like when you scratch an itch and it makes your skin white because you scratched some up, kind of? It was like that.
Well there you go, that is my story. This is not all that has happened, and there's definitely more to come. I know it's not the scariest of stories, but it's definitely an adventure.