So what I'm about to tell is 100% true that I have experienced over the years. (Mostly in my teenage years.) I hate fake "ghost" stories. These stories may or may not be related to each other but I like to think that it's all related to this one "haunting".
I was at my girlfriend's house my sophomore year (of course now my ex). We were bored (the girlfriend and 2 friends) and she has told us previously that her house was haunted. One of my friends (let's refer to him as J) was a non believer, so we came up with a bright idea of scaring him by doing a séance but only get out neighbour friends to help make noises outside.
So we tried to begin... When we realized we didn't know how to do a séance at all. So I came up with the idea of just cussing the spirit right out. But refused to do it, my friend S gladly took up the offer and said some extremely vulgar, things I won't post here because I try to respect the dead myself. But just to get an idea of what he was saying; "you know if you were alive right now I'd take this knife and murder your a** again!" Hey we were young...
It's winter, the house was warm with the heaters on. You have to understand this was a small house, 3 bed 2 bath, kitchen and dining room was almost the same room. We all say on the couches in the living room with 3 candles on. The cussing begins and within 30minutes we're getting distinct cold spots that seemed to float around the room. We start hearing tapping in the master bed room. When I asked the girlfriend if she got anything back from the friends next door she said "they're at a party, I don't know what do you want to do now?", "well let's try it out."
Now to save time and some pain I'm going to just list the things that happen at her house those nights. Because its been 5 years since this happened and it was multiple nights, keep in mind every night we tried this is was a scary success.
So it started out the first night just seeing a shadow running around the room. What I mean by this is everyone was seeing a shadow, running from living room to kitchen, kitchen to living room. We assumed it was everywhere because it happens a lot by the kitchen but that was the only place you could see it, on account of that was the only place that had windows with lights outside.
So w're excited we are getting results, soon enough we are hearing whispering and more random noises. As far as I remembered we stopped there that night.
We start again the very next day, bring over the same friends. When S finally appears, I ask "you ready for tonight? You gotta get pumped your my boy!" He laughed and picked up a knife and started jabbing the air saying he was going to murder that SOB. He put the knife back in the holder and as we walked towards the living room we heard something back in the kitchen... Sure enough it was the knife stand; it moved and pointed right at us, very creepy.
So as we're doing the same old stuff the same things happen... So S was getting frustrated and went extremely vulgar. He got what he asked for... The room got cold, with a lot more cold spots and three windows in front of us (kind of hard to explain their position) starting from farthest to nearest, shook... Shook extremely hard as if they wanted to shatter. They stopped when it reached the last one nearest to us. Not three seconds later a laugh, old man laugh, sinister laughed to what seemed right in front of us. This was enough to stop for the night. I called my friends to reassure it wasn't them, to my surprise I heard loud music and the slur of my buzzed friend. Shite.
The nights we slept in her room were weird we would see a figure of a man. The shadow would be dark pitch black instead of just the normal darkness of a room. (I will explain this later)
One night I woke up (just me and the girlfriend in her bed) and my girlfriend found scratch marks on my neck. Three were three distinct nail marks right square on my neck, up and down. It was enough to what looked like some popped blood vessels. Yeah that's when I knew things got to real.
So let's end this haunting with something almost everything will dismiss as fiction. And that's okay I'm not here to argue what happen those nights, I'm just here to tell you what I experienced and hopefully the story will be preserved here for times to come.
So one of these nights we were doing our thing, and I was staring at the curtains right in front of me. Just looking in the pitch blackness of the master bed room through the crack of the curtains. It was a weird thing I was zoning out on this crack... Now that I think about it I guess you can say I was almost in a hypnotized state... Next thing I remember was looking at the back of all of our heads. As if I was staring through someone else's point of view. When I saw one of my curls (I had long curly hair) get lifted... No hand moved it nothing... It was just that curl floating up... And just dropping back down into place. Again I found myself staring into the curtains and it hit me like a brick what just happen, it took me a minute compute what the hell just happen and I threw myself under the blankets onto my girlfriend's lap and just bawled. I don't know why I was sobbing it was just forced tears. And that curl, when I was staring into the darkness was ice cold, and it travelled to the bottom of my spine. It was enough not to stay in that house for another couple of weeks.
Sorry for the not so descriptive story, I'm writing this on my smart phone and it is a pain. I'm currently away from a computer for another week and was just compelled to write this now. I will get back on to edit and add more details. Please feel free to ask questions I will try my best to answer promptly.
This isn't the end of the story, just one out of a few. This is just the oldest and seems like its fading from my memory the quickest.