As a firm believer in the spirit world, I have always had a major interest in the paranormal. I haven't really shared any of my stories as most people in my life are either too spooked to hear it or just think I'm kiding. I have quite a few stories to share but let's start at the begining shall we?
As a child, I always lived in the same house. To this day my parents are still there and I visit them regularly. Now as an only child, I was always able to occupy myself with doing my own thing. I would spend hours in my room playing and using my imagination. My parents told me when I was a toddler I'd be in my room talking to someone, they always thought it was my best friend accross the street who came over but upon entering my room I was always alone.
Now I don't remember ever talking to myself or anyone in my room as I was really young, but as I got older I do remember feeling I wasn't alone. These feelings happened for as long as I can remember. I was always afraid of the dark and always felt spooked in my own room, thinking it was only me being a big baby I would just shrug the feeling off and sleep.
The feelings progressed as I got older and into my teens. There would be times I would be home alone, and as any teenager, my favourite thing was to blast my music loud enough and not have any parent tell you to turn it down. I would love to dance and sing with my music and make a fool of myself. It was my little secret no one knew about, or so I thought. I would be dancing and singing real loud and all of a sudden I got this weird feeling as if someone walked into my room and caught me red handed. I would get the sudden urge to just stop what I was doing and turn my music off. After turning off my music I would then go see if my parents had come home and maybe I just didn't hear them, but I would always be alone.
After turning off my music, the feeling of someone there wouldn't go away but it seemed to leave my room, as if I had pissed them off with my music. This happened quite a bit throughout my teens and seemed to have become a routine. The feeling would always come from my door area and then move into the hall after I had turned off my music.
I have more stories to share with you and will post them soon.
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Until next time...