For years I have doubted and questioned my own visions, feelings, and experiences. I over analyze and try to find a reason or cause to discredit my own sightings. I am finally ready to share some of these experiences, as I feel I may be losing my mind. The home I live in now is over 100 years old and is incredibly haunted. But my story starts way before I moved to Cuyahoga Falls.
This first story is the beginning of what I am not sure exactly I would call it. This scenario is indeed more of a psychic story, but it seems like ever since this incident is when the ghosts started following me. This is why I feel compelled to give you the back story, maybe it may have relevance, or at least make sense to someone; as it doesn't to me at all.
One time after looking over and spotting a deer on the side of the road; my mind sucked into its reflection of it's eye and I was in a semi truck drivers mind, seeing what he saw. Suddenly he puts his arms up over his face (also my own at this point of view) and there is the deer, many of them, in the road. Next instant I am filled with sorrow, back in the darkness of my own car, knowing that I witnessed the last seconds of that man's life. Two days later, the accident on 250, the fatal one of a truck driver after trying to swerve and rolling his truck...
These Instances don't happen too often. They are not intentional, controllable, nor wanted in all honesty. I don't claim special powers, nor would I want that responsibility. I have enough stress in my life without adding a million strangers' problems too.
But this is the tough part, I have an issue with ghosts. Everywhere I live, places I have gone, even had one come home with me once! I do not speak to them, I am terrified of them, and try very hard to pretend I don't sense these things. Often times I think I perhaps imagined them, or was dreaming, even though I know I am only lying to myself.
Two years ago I moved from a house in the Falls, but not so downtown. The first time I met my ghost, I was downstairs in my basement room, waiting for my boyfriend to get home. I was leaned over washing my face or brushing my teeth or what not. Then all of the sudden, someone grabbed my butt. I instantly thought my boyfriend was home, but I didn't see anyone in the mirror. Then I looked behind the door, thinking he was hiding. I searched everywhere, but no one was there. I checked on the kids, who were all still sleeping. I sat on the porch freaked out until my boyfriend finally got home. He wasn't sure about my story being believable, but he knew I was shaken.
For whatever reason, this ghost enjoyed playing jokes on us. He would put random objects in the middle of the floor when no one else was around to do it. Things would go missing for a week and "magically" reappear where it had originally been. I named him Bernie. I don't know if he told me his name or what, but somehow I knew that was his name. Sometimes I told him to leave me be and he was scaring me and then nothing would happen for a week or two. Then one day he really just didn't come back.
My next encounter was a little scarier. I went to the Mansfield prison for the Halloween haunted house. I had this eerie feeling the whole time that I was waiting and it was even stronger in the doorway. There was a strong, angry force telling me not to come in. As I walked up the steps of the inside corridor, I knew that there were angry spirits and I wanted to turn back so badly. But I kept going. The craziest part is the dumb props, and random things they had set up did not scare me, the cells and the prison itself were so terrifying though.
Then I got this odd feeling of sadness as I walked down one hallway. I no longer had the fear I felt when I came in, just this heavy sadness and oddly felt I knew where I was going even though I had never been in that building before. I couldn't speak. I was completely silent the rest of the "tour". We walked back to the car and I still could not speak. I sat looking out the window and suddenly I saw it.
MY reflection was that of a black man, and I am riding in a white van and was looking out at bright blue skies and the greenest grass I ever saw. (Mind you in reality it was night time and I was sitting in a dark green cavalier.) I could feel the deep sadness and fear, but knew it was not my own. I could hear in the distance my friend asking if I was OK, then again if I was sleeping, but I still had no voice. I was fixed on that grass flying by as I was heading toward a desperate situation out of my control.
Suddenly, I am in a cell, not floor level but up higher, almost level with one of the small rectangular white slots that you cannot see out but light tries defeatingly to shine through. I feel the pain, I see the blood, I see my arm as it lays outward, hanging out the cell bars. I am dying. I cannot do anything but pray for forgiveness of my sins and be glad to be released from this hell that was so long my home. I am still silent. I tell him in my head, "its okay. Its over now. You can be free from that terrible place. But you have to go home, you cannot come with me." I heard a thank you in a deep, whispered mans voice. Suddenly I can move my feet, speak and it is all over. I know it was not a dream, I never went to sleep. He used me to be free of the hell his soul lived in for so many years. And then he left.
Finally this brings me to the present, my current home.
Downtown Cuyahoga Falls is historic town where native Indians and settlers followed the river and started building. There is a lot of stories about crazy murders right down the street from my current house. The town is now turning 200 years old this year. Who knows what occurred on the grounds before this house was built, or what occurred in the 100 years after, but I don't feel they were positive by any means.
I have had a lot of crazy experiences, and it seems like its getting stronger. I think they are mad that I don't want to acknowledge them. I don't speak to them, I pray that they will leave me alone. I never talk directly to them. I have heard a child laughing, and screaming. I feel like something is just lurking and following me on the stairs. It sometimes feels so strong I literally run down the stairs.
I have seen a figure standing in my room, though I was alone. As fast as it was there it faded away. Sometimes I am sure someone is looking at me in the shower. Our house is very old, and very cold. But there are times when it is so ice cold in areas, even when the heat is on. Leaky windows? Sure, I thought that too, only this truly isn't the case.
My kids and I have heard footsteps up and down the stairs and they walk for hours sometimes. My boyfriend just recently was walking down the stairs and saw a shadow and it was not his own and was hesitant as he was walking right through it. And he is SUCH a doubter and logical person. Even he had to admit it was out of the human realm.
In the last year especially it has really seemed to be making a presence. What is starting to freak me out are the awake dreams. I know there is some kind of paralysis disorder and sometimes I question if I am losing my mind or not. But its always as I am trying to fall asleep and after last night I now know I am not dreaming. The first experience was when I was sitting, yes sitting on my couch. I wanted to nap but my daughter was home sick from school and sitting next to me.
The next thing I know, there is a little girl, dressed in a dark, old fashioned dress, with a white smock or over layer dress, I don't know what its called. And she has dark short hair and is ANGRY! She is standing over me with an ax held above her head. And I am trying to yell, scream, trying to move. I know Taty is sitting next to me, I can hear the dang TV but I cannot move, and finally I said a prayer and it went away and my daughter was looking at me terrified. Was I asleep? I was trying to yell, she said she could see me moving and trying to yell but couldn't. I was not asleep.
The next time this happened, I was lying in my bed wide awake, knowing I needed to get up early and wishing I could sleep. All of the sudden this man is standing in my room, old farming clothes, white, long face, staring at me, no expression but I feel his anger. He won't let me move! I felt like I was in a trance and could not move. I tried, my feet and hands were numb, I tried to stop and relax and rationalize what was going on, but his force pushing me down was hurting my chest, making my breathing so difficult I started to panic. Finally I started praying and yelling to god to make it stop and let me up. And eventually, I could.
Last night I had what I believed to be proof that none of these previous events were dreams or imagined out of "paralysis hallucinations". I was trying to sleep, just watching some stupid show on Adult Swim. I cannot sleep in the dark and in silence due to what I hear and see. Then it happened. I felt the weight, the paralysis, still hearing the show on TV, looking at the clock 12:41 am. I try to move, try to pull out of the trance, this terrifying awake dreaming. The presence is close to me, he is so mean and angry, yet he says nothing. My heart is racing, I remember from a TV show about this to say "I am Kimberly" over and over, trying to create a protective aura around myself. But it isn't working. I try to move my eyes, my hands, my body. There is this humming vibration, it is so deafening its hurting my ears. It is moving my body, yet I still cannot feel it myself. The humming is so vibrant and harsh it makes it harder and harder to breath. The force above me is relentless despite my terror. I am freaking out now, praying to god, yelling in my head to him for help. Finally it ends.
I look at the clock, 12:42. I was definitely not asleep. The show is still on the same show, same stupid storyline. I was awake, and terrified. I reached for my phone next to the bed to call my boyfriend, I was too scared to move. Finally I decided to just go downstairs and tell him but the heavy presence on the stairs made me run down as fast as I could, I felt like I was being chased. When I got to the bottom he was sitting watching TV, and looked at me and laughed and I realized he wouldn't believe me anyhow.
And now it is today. What will be next? What do they want from me? Why do they keep bothering me? I don't like this anymore. I want it to stop.