Heyyo! My name is Mary and I would like to share a true paranormal event I had experienced about 2-3 years ago in the beautiful country New Zealand, Auckland. I use to have a habit of whistling, A LOT. My mum would always tell me that I shouldn't whistle so much, especially at night time because it calls for spirits. It kind of creeped me out at first, but then I thought it was probably just some superstition & mum was just trying to scare me. So I still whistled, just not as much.
My cousin Kara came from up north and stayed at my place with my mum, dad, younger brother and two younger sisters. Kara and I stayed up one whole day straight, (we were competing to see who could stay up the longest), anyway, we wanted to try stay up 2 days, and it was going on to night time. Everyone went to bed besides me and Kara and we just played games on the computer, I began whistling... And didn't stop, I whistled for a pretty long time. While I was sitting on the seat next to Kara by the computer, I felt this cold (really cold) air on the side of my arm, I then stopped whistling, and thought of what my mum said. I was kind of scared, but I managed to take my mind of it and I pulled my sleeping bag up to cover my arm.
Kara and I were too tired, and couldn't stay up any longer. So we walked to my room and she slept on the mattress on the floor, and I slept on the bunk bed, at the bottom. I couldn't get to sleep, and my cousin Kara was well asleep. I then got a really bad feeling, and I started thinking about what my mum said and I began to wonder if I called a spirit, and if I did, was it good or bad?
I got pretty sweaty, and hot which made it harder to sleep, but I didn't want to open my eyes because I was afraid someone or something would be there in the room. All of a sudden, I heard doors slamming in the passage way, shutting and closing, and it scared me, A LOT. (my bed was close to the passage way, and the bedroom door was open) so I peeped and I saw no doors slamming and opening. I was so scared, I started sweating, my heart was beating so fast! And I was praying that it would stop and go away, I couldn't even think or move and then I was just so scared I fell asleep.
I then woke up in the afternoon, and I had the worst sleep ever, but I was glad that everyone was up and it was day time. As I got out of bed, I turned my head side ways, and my neck hurt like hell! I looked in the mirror, and asked my younger sister if anything was there and there were three scratches, like claws on my neck, it looked like a cat had scratched me, and Kara had a really bad (worse than mine) scratch on her belly, only one though.
Anyway, I told my mum about it and she nodded her head in disappointment saying "I told you! That's why you don't whistle at night, you could have called a bad spirit! But I don't think that spirit will hurt you anymore, if it doesn't then it was probably just teaching you a lesson to listen next time". Then I apologized to her, and I said out loud in front of her, "Sorry ghost, or whatever you are for whistling. I won't do it EVER again." and I was never bothered.
Around last year, I realized that if it wasn't the passage way doors slamming, it was probably the kitchen cupboards. And I know you are probably thinking it could have been your mum or someone in the kitchen, but I asked everyone if they got up at all at night time, or should I say like 2 in the morning in the kitchen, and no one did.
But yeah, sorry if it's long, just wanted this to be detailed enough for you to understand. Comment below, your thoughts or you're similar experiences. Thanks:)