I am very sensitive to the paranormal and experience it on a daily, hourly basis. This is just one of my experiences. Where it all began really. I had had many small, seemingly insignificant experiences before this, but since this I've never been the same really.
Now I am heavily non-religious, yet I do believe in evil, demons, spirits, exorcisms and recently...angels. Just all in a non-religious way... If that makes any sense...
I recently spent a long time away from home on an extremely remote island (I'm not going to give any details as to where and why by the way) and lived in a cabin sort of house with 6 other people. Many of my housemates complained about unexplainable things happening there, like footsteps down the hall or the shower turning on in the night. I am extreme believer in the paranormal, but at first I thought they were just over-exaggerating things.
We all took loads of photos of the house and there were always orbs that seemed to have faces. Loads of orbs in all the bedrooms and down the hall. I have a very strong sense for spirits and I always felt that one corner of the bedroom, which I shared with another housemate, had someone/something in it.
I clearly remember seeing a dark figure in that corner. I felt that it was an evil entity and I hated being anywhere near that corner. I snapped a photo from my bed one time of that corner and a big orb showed up right in that corner. That, for me, validated what I was feeling. I think that spirit was the one doing most of the stuff in that house. And boy did it love to torment me.
Most of the housemates complained about spiritual activity in the house but I hadn't ever really had anything happen to me in that house other than the eerie feelings. They said things happened like footsteps, doors opening, drawers and cupboards banging, the linen closet would creak open and shut all night, the toilet would flush, the shower turned on, they could hear running past their windows at night, weird noises from outside like talking or weird screaming. It got to a point where people were talking tongues or what was described as 'seizuring' in their sleep. It was rare but it did happen.
I heard it as well but it only really hit me that things were really not right in that house when something really honestly traumatizing happened to me.
I was fast asleep one night when I had a nightmare. The nightmare was that disturbing that I still can't talk about it and I'm not going to say what happened it but it was utterly horrific. I woke up from it in a sweat although the room was very cold and began I to uncontrollably shake. Not because I was cold, I just was. Maybe I was in shock? I don't know? I worried that I was going to wake my roommate as we shared a bunk bed and I was making it move like crazy from the shaking. I was already terrified from the dream and kept on closing my eyes and seeing faces (as I often do). I wouldn't have minded if my roommate had woken up at this point. I began to calm myself down and tell myself to just go back to sleep. It had to of been 3-4am. I was still shaking but a lot mentally calmer when I began to hear things coming from the kitchen and hallway, almost everything that's stated above was happening to me right now. I could hear the linen closet door creaking open and slamming shut, and that linen closet door is literally right next to my door.
Then the worst part came. This was by far the most terrifying moment of my life and a lot of paranormal things happen to me. I was just nodding off, ignoring everything that was going on. I heard the sound of someone running on wet grass directly outside my window, right beside my head. And it was no dog or wallaby! It was the distinct sound of a human running. I didn't dare turn my head to that window. I had the sense that if I turned my head an entity would be standing right there, looking back at me. And when I have these senses they are usually right!
I remembered that I had left the window open a little to air the room out and had forgotten to close it, which didn't make me feel any better. I began to relax again when again the running came back but this time there was also this screeching noise, like someone scratching a window. I lifted the covers over my head and forced myself back to sleep.
Ever since that night I had felt differently about the house. When I was in the shower I would almost have panic attacks over the delusional thought that beyond the shower curtain was the 'thing' from my nightmare. In the toilet I would stare at one corner of the small room not-blinking until I was done, as I thought something was there.
If people are interested I will make a part two, as there is so much more to tell about this house:)