This happened while I was younger. Before I moved to Massachusetts and for the record it had nothing to do with the haunting, I do not remember much about the house's history, however I believe there were people in it before us. So it started because I had lots of nightmares back then, these nightmares would range from things perfectly normal in a nightmare such as falling off a bridge in a car, but the thing that was really odd about them was, I could feel and experience the things even though I did not know what it felt like from any experiences. And furthermore, no matter what I tried, I could NEVER tell I was in a nightmare, I simply couldn't think of it I always thought it was real.
One of these nightmares was extremely odd, you'll want to remember this one for later. One of the nightmares I got up for some unknown reason as if possessed, looked out the window, and spotted a orange sky with a very slight purplish tint around the trees that surrounded my circle. And above one particularly tall tree flew four owls, that's all I can remember of the dream before I woke up.
Another nightmare includes one that had a continuing nightmare, the first being a large horrifying abomination that was completely black with eyes that looked like they could have been glowing yellow and infested with worms to make them look blackly bloodshot, and the second the same creature was towering over my bed just starring at me throughout the whole dream, which DID last a while.
Now here's when it gets creepy. No more dreams, one day I was in my driveway, and accidentally snapped a tree branch, as it snapped I heard a deafening ear piercing scream that nobody else appeared to hear, I do not know if it was some weird phenomenon where I heard the tree, or whether a ghost was haunting me.
The second sighting I was in bed, I looked up because I saw something, and a completely black figure crossed the hallway despite the door being open and the hallway light being on. I never saw it again but knew it wasn't a dream because I sat there in the same position paralyzed in fear for the rest of the night, in the morning I wandered out, looked where I thought the thing had walked, and immediately had a nervous breakdown just because I was that scared of what I COULD have seen, though I saw nothing abnormal.
But there was 2 more hauntings, remember the owl nightmare, because here comes a real one. For a long time I thought nothing of the fact that I would occasionally think I see owls out of the corner of my eyes. But I only saw these apparitions through windows or other glass things. And one night the day before christmas, I heard a large thump right outside my window, immediately causing me to hide under my covers screaming. It was a very large thump. But it turned out that a christmas reef had apparently fallen out of the window, but I doubt a fluffy reef could have made a noise that large alone.
And the worst was one day in bed, I felt something hurting my toe. And realized one of my feet looked really big, so I peeked under the covers, and a small owl was sort of nibbling like a friendly dog does on my toe, but in a bit more of a painful way, I immediately screamed in utmost horror and ran like the dickens out of the room to my parents, who I forced to come and see, but there was no sign of anything ever being there except my bed sheets being al upturned. However they still recall me annoying them. And that makes me know it couldn't have been a dream.
Ever since then I have been a bit fascinated with ghosts, even though even reading stories such as on this site leave me terrified no matter what I tell myself, I still like reading them. One night I always believed I saw a large pair of eyes staring at me from the far off woods between two houses, I never looked twice however. I have not experienced any hauntings in my new house.
And back in my old house, after I bought a dream catcher, all my nightmares and dreams altogether randomly stopped, and to this day I still have that same catcher on my window. And I no longer dream.
First of all I waited several hours to check on the printer. I have since moved twice the previous house haunted and my newest house in slight doubt. (Honestly? This new house, is a very old house. And it was in pretty poor shape when bought... And I live in the basement! I'm kind of surprised I haven't experienced anything decisive yet.)
But anyway, there are other things that are simply off. Whether it be spelling or things that could've been described better.