Let me start off my saying my name is Tina and I am 16. I strongly believe in the paranormal but I am a bit skeptic I want to relay a couple of my encounters and see what you all think.
My first encounters with the paranormal were when I was young, however it was more my moms expierence then mine at first. My parents have lived in the house we currently own for about seventeen years. We have a finished basement and have since we moved in, however when you walk down into my basement there's a kind of creepy feeling as if you're being watched. When I was younger I had a reoccuring nightmare about being chased down there (typical nightmare I know). My mom told me a few years ago that when she was down there alone she would hear people calling her name in a soft whisper (she never told me as a child because she didn't want to scare me.)
Even before my mom told me about hearing a voice call her name I would hear a man's voice call my name in a whisper as well. It would only call my name when my dad, little brother, or any other male was near me or at my house. I've heard my name whispered about four times in the past nine years or so.
Me and my friends (we will call them D and S.J.) are very interested in the paranormal so we decided to take out the Ouija board my mom had given me when I was thirteen. We sat on my bed in the best circle we could manage and placed the Ouija board on our laps. We asked if there was anyone was there with us and it slid to yes. After about an hour we learned that the spirit we were talking to (at least according to what it told us) was named Hellen but we could call her Little Angel, she was eight when she died and she died around 2006 I think. We even created a pattern on knocking and asked her to repeat and she did. Since then my friends and I have always talked to her whether it was through the Ouija board or just saying hi when we were passing through my room. This has been going on for almost a year now. The wierd thing about this encounter was ever since I was younger I always felt a little girl was watching me play in my dining room.
A few months ago my friends S.J., Kat, and Jay were playing with the Ouija board but instead of getting Angel like we thought we would, an eighteen year old boy named Vaz came through, he said he was Arab and died in 9/11 but was NOT a terrorist, he said that he fell in love with me and was here to protect me from another boy who died in 9/11 whom was a terrorist and wanted to rape me while Angel protected my sister. You can imagine how scared I was when this happened. Especially because for the past year I would wake up with my pants and underwear on the floor when I know I put them on. I talk in my sleep but I have never undressed in my sleep, this happened about five times. I never told any of my friends because I was afraid to call attention to it.
Since then nothing really happended, but one afternoon me and my younger sister were on my bed in my room watching t.v. When my dad and my brother came in and sat, my dad on my couch and my brother on a random folding chair. As soon as my brother sat on the chair a picture frame of my little cousin went flying off my dresser and landed about three feet away. It creeped us all out so bad my dad and my brother ran off quickly to my brothers lacrosse practice leaving me and my sister alone.
So far things have been quiet except for the occasional shadow running around or door slamming when there's no wind and such.
Thank you for reading.