Lyssaret again here to tell one more of my paranormal experiences. This one takes place when I was nine and I had just moved out of my old house with my newly married mother. She had married a guy named Nick and we didn't get along very well. I used to act up in the new house a lot to get attention from my mother, because she was always with Nick. In the new house, we had a basement where my play/game room was, so I spent most of my time down there. Especially when I had friends over.
Convinced I could no longer see paranormal, I had no more trouble with it, until one day I brought my friend Cassidy over. We were down in the basement making a lot of noise to get my mother to come down there, when all of a sudden Cassidy stopped. I smiled and asked, "Is she coming?" because Cassidy had sharper ears than I did. Cassidy just backed away from the stairs and started crying. I was worried. I didn't know what was wrong.
"Cassidy,what's wrong?" I held her shoulders. She told me that a man was in the house. I told her the only man in the house was my step-dad but he was at work. She just started crying harder and told me she didn't want to go back upstairs and didn't want to make any noise.
Later that night, I woke up to screaming in the kitchen. I ran downstairs and saw Cassidy in the fridge's light starring in the living room. I followed her gaze and in the living room saw a dark figure of a man running down the hallway to the guest bedrooms and bathroom. Cassidy all of a sudden fell to the ground and started screaming and crying. I told her to quiet down, but she wouldn't. The glass she was holding was shattered and milk was everywhere. I asked her why she got up without me and she told me she never remembered getting up. This worried me.
Cassidy was not allowed back over after this. None of my friends were for a while. Then I had a slumber party for my 10th birthday party! It was a girl-boy party, but only the girls stayed after. Cassidy was actually sick at the time but we figured she probably wouldn't stay the night anyways.
Me and my friends were down in the basement watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, when my friend Taylor had to go use the bathroom upstairs. I didn't want her to go by herself, so I went with her and told everyone to just continue to watch the movie. We reached the bathroom, and I stood outside the door when I heard the tub running. I told Taylor that was not the time to take a shower since it was getting super duper late. She opened the door and said she wasn't running water. I looked behind her and the tub wasn't running, and the noise had stopped. All of a sudden we heard a high-pitched blood curdling scream coming from right in the bathroom. We took off! We were so scared! We didn't sleep well that night.
Later that week, I was bouncing on my bed in my room and throwing things around to get my mom's attention, when something threw one of my fuzzy round pillows back in my face. I fell on my bed and picked up the pillow. I threw it back, and it sat there. I shrugged and when I got back up the pillow hit me in my back. (I was turned in the opposite direction of which I had thrown it.) I screamed and my mother came running into my room and yelled at me for making so much noise. She went on and on and on about how I was too old to be doing this. Then my mother turned into a complete stranger. She came up to me, shook my shoulder, and then shoved me off the bed. I hit the hard-wood floor with a loud THUD! I had hit my head on my dresser in the process and was on the verge of blacking out. My step-father came running in and when he saw me on the ground started yelling at my mom. All I remember is my mom screaming and asking how I was on the floor and then I blacked out.
More stories next week, but I want to believe my mother was possessed since she would NEVER do anything to hurt me. She just pushed me off the bed out of nowhere. She would never ever ever do anything like that. So I'm wondering, could it have been that black figure that possessed my mother, or was she not possessed? After that I went to live with my dad for the last time. That was the last time I saw him, and one of the only two times I saw my brother and sister. (Read my 2nd story if you haven't.)
So, questions and comments welcome, email me if you need more, and please answer my question so I can know why my mother hurt me like that. Thanks for reading!