This story tells of a good time in my life that I like to think back to and just smile.
It was a time in my life when a lot of very scary stuff was about to happen. I will say that it is different from my past stories because it has to do with a lot of my personal relations with my girlfriend at the time. Since one aspect of the story builds from the other, I feel I must tell it all. I will warn you; I like to be brutally honest, if you read this you will get a good dose of life through male teenage hormones.
As a kid I had a group of friends that used to run around and explore all the local hauntings. I started poking around at the local hot spots early in high school (grade 9), but it wasn't until later in grade 11 that the really bazaar stuff started to happen.
Our group really started to form when we started to investigate the local graveyards. We visited many grave yards both active and historical. We had many late nights with not much happening, but a few produced some hair raising events. In the middle of all this was my social life. Many friends came in and out of our circle, but only a few chose to stay for the real scary stuff. One of them was a new girl that seemed to remain in the group no matter how hairy things got.
She was a very pretty young thing, the "girl next door" with a little grace and mystery in her being. She had a smile that could light up a room and a giggle that could make every guy smile. She was a relaxed easy going girl that knew how to "keep up with the boys" and was always up for fun. I think this is why I fell for her.
A few months after we met and we started hanging around it became pretty obvious that we had connected and paired off from the others. I think for the longest time she was only participating in our nightly adventures because I was there... But truth be known, most of the time I was only participating because she was there.
Regardless to say we went out a lot before we started dating and this drove the group to explore almost every inch of our county. We had many barn parties. (the equivalent to a modern day rave party) and drove all over the country side in the middle of the night looking for adventure or alcohol. (Although...we always seemed to find trouble)
She lived in town, in an apartment building. (the same girl and building where we conducted our messed up Ouija séances.) Since she had joined the group our exposure to the paranormal doubled if not tripled. (looking back... She seemed to be a magnet for ghosts and odd happenings)
Just before we actually started to date we became very close and often got together just the two of us. (I call this time the "foreplay time" in a relationship. Both people know they are attracted to each other and that the other is reciprocating the emotion, but neither has taken that step yet to announce it.)
Regardless we talked about everything from the moon and the stars to ghosts and the afterlife.
One of the topics we quickly zeroed in on was sex. (...of course)
Of the many talks we had, one of them really stuck with me. At the time it was just because I was a little horny teen boy but later I had a significantly different take on the topic.
She had told me that she often had vivid sexual dreams and woke having orgasms. I am sure at the time all I heard was "bla, bla, bla orgasms"; As I did not put any thought into the statement other than my personal interest.
Later as we started dating other events happened and they started a chain of reasoning that led me to question the innocence behind her dreams.
She often spoke of sounds in the night that woke her or hearing footsteps or feeling like she was being watched; specifically in her room or in the shower.
A few times she would say she thought someone was in the bathroom when she took a shower. She took long hot showers and the mirror would fog up and eventually little droplets of water would run down the mirror and create little clear streaks in the fog. It was in these streaks that she said she could see a figure or shadow move when she got out of the shower. Sometimes she would even scream as she was startled and draw her father's attention.
When we hung out in the basement, (in the pitch black dark) she would often say she felt something touch her. (yes... Sometimes it was me. But not always!...and for the times it wasn't me, I had no idea who it could have been.) These events happened to her often and she passed them off as an oddity of life. I think she had lived with it for so long that it was not much more than a vague nuisance to her.
It did not take long for us to get "involved". We would sneak away from the group all the time for some "quality time". She was a very promiscuous girl, but not in the sleazy way. Once we started to date we were at it like two energizer bunnies on Red Bull. So we were very successful at finding dark remote places for "quickies". And well... Many other naughty things.
Although in the beginning I was not paying much attention to anything other than her; some time passed and I often got those same feelings that "we were being watched" or that "there was something out of place". I did not have her resolve to brush them off and they bothered me. (not to the point that I was going to stop my side excursions with her, but I did take quite a few mental notes... Of the paranormal events of course!)
Well after a few months of dating we got a chance to sleep together for the night at her house. Her parents were off visiting a distant relative and left her at home so she did not have to disrupt her studies. (As a parent now, I have no idea what they were thinking!)
Regardless we took advantage of this time and had an all nighter. Regardless to say it was early in the morning before we actually started to sleep. (And I was exhausted.) Laying there in the dark of her room, I started to get that feeling of being watched. I can remember wanting to get up to check the place out, but I was too tired and sore so I skipped it. Of course my conscious lingered on the feeling that something was not right and I could not fall into a good sleep.
Her room did make noises like someone was walking. I felt like someone was looking closely at my face and when I popped and eye open, nobody was there. I had a very hard time getting to sleep. Also she was a cuddly person and hung onto me like a teddy bear. I like cuddling... But when it comes time for serious sleep I like some space. So I took a pillow and a throw blanket and slept on the floor.
I started into a deeper sleep. The noises still continued but the "in your face" feeling left.
After a few hours I was stirred awake by a quiet muffled moan. Being exhausted it was really hard to pull myself from a deep sleep, but the noise was not going away so I forced myself to open an eye. It was blurry but I could see my girlfriend sleeping on her bed, she was slowly shifting around under her sheets and was having a really "good" dream. This definitely got my attention and I found it easier to wake myself.
I sat up and shook the fog from my head. Then I realized that the dim light room had a large shadow out of place from before. It was hovering over her bed and as soon as I focussed on it, it zipped back to the corner, where there was a larger natural shadow. It took me a few minutes to realize what I had seen and in that time my girlfriend had settled back to a silent still sleep.
I had a hard time sleeping after that and in the morning when I told her she really did not believe me. (but I think she did because it seemed to upset her)
Shortly after that night she started to put trinkets in her room and eventually put salt around the perimeter of her room; to ward off bad spirits.
A little while passed and all seemed quiet. But then we found an Ouija board and got into trouble again.
I think she really did attract these shadow creatures. After we broke up, our group split but I never had many problems since.
I am thankful those times are over as they were very scary. But I can only hope she too is no longer being bothered.
This really makes me wonder if some people are like magnets attracting paranormal entities.
By the way, your teen adventures are no worse than most.