As far back as I can remember (around three and four) I've had experiences with the supernatural. My dad isn't a strong believer but my mother and her father are very religious and are constantly warning my siblings and me about the spirit side. Even though my father isn't really a believer, my siblings and I grew up as strong Anglicans.
Seeing as this is my first story I will give you a quick look into my background before I begin with my account. When I was around 6 I started to see people out of my peripheral vision. It started out with every time I walked past an open room and has since died down (for lack of a better word), since we moved. However, whenever this happens and I look back to see if there is anything there; I see nothing.
I also see what I've come to think are "shadow people" all the time. One in particular who stands at my bedroom door and watches me every night since I was a toddler. All of the stuff I have experienced comes with VERY strong feelings (which I never doubt and have never lead me astray) and vivid dreams that started after my aunt died. I've had much more experiences with my dreams than anything.
Back to my experience now... It was about four summers ago when I was still living with my parents and siblings. My sister, cousin and I went shopping at a thrift store and I came across tarot cards. I had always stayed away from them because my mother was very against it and the things creep me out. I wasn't too sure about it but I decided to just try it out.
So when we got home my sister, cousin and I all went down to my basement - typical eh? - to try out these cards. The instructions weren't in the box so we had to Google them but it was pretty harmless at first. It went my sister, cousin and then me and seeing as my sister was the best at interpreting them, she read ours. We did a couple rounds like this until we decided to do a different layout.
Everything went fine with my sister's and cousin's reads. However, when it reached me things got weird. As soon as I split the deck I got a really dark feeling from the right pile. Feeling sort of compelled, I chose that one (in spite of my instincts to tuck tail and run). The cards were normal until my sister flipped over the "death" card. As soon as the card was turned over the room got really cold and there was a very evil, angry feeling and the room was filled with a putrid stench. I probably should mention two things: 1. I do know that the "death" card doesn't typically mean death and usually represents change, and 2. We had gotten the "death" card before.
We all knew something was there with us and I felt like there was a heavy weight in my chest. Also, usually I have a feeling of "light" surrounding me at all times and it was like something had severed it and I started to bawl at the empty feeling. We looked around the room and I asked everyone where they felt this darkness was the most and my sister and I said, "Behind our cousin," while our cousin said, "Behind me."
Thoroughly freaked out of our minds we said a prayer to God and put the cards away. Still crying, my sister said she'd get rid of the cards and I ran up stairs to look up verses from The Bible to see what it says on demons. I did some research since then and many different websites say that tarot cards can act like a portal much like Ouija boards.
The reason I've brought this up is because ever since we used those cards, my parents' basement feels dark, depressing and evil and every now and again it smells like death. Whenever I go to visit my parents I refuse to go into the basement as it always feels like something's watching me. I know that I should have listened to my grandfather and mother's warnings but it seemed pretty harmless at the time. I have never, nor will ever, touch those cards again. I don't know what was and very likely still is, in that basement.
I'm open to all advice and I've been told I'm an empath so that might have a factor in it? This isn't my worst experience but I'd like to know what could be bunking in my parents' house and if there is any way for me to help? Thank you for your time and if you'd like to hear more of my encounters I will gladly write more.