When I was little my mom and dad lived with my mom's dad (my grandpa) and my mom's sister (my aunt). I was very little, at least 3 to 4 years old. Every paranormal experience that I have encountered has stuck with me. Even when I was small. Let's begin.
When I was a toddler, I was TERRIFIED of paranormal experiences, TV shows, even nightmares. I never slept alone because I was so scared. My mom said I would run at the door screaming that I had a bad dream. One time she said I was CLAWING at the door to be let in.
One day I was playing on the basement stairs (I was old enough to be on the stairs by myself and I was only on the bottom step) and I felt really cold so I got a blankie. When I came back my toys were moved to a whole different location.
Fast forward a few months, I'm sitting on a chair in my living room when a hear meowing. Our old cat Emma died from cancer just a few weeks after we adopted her. I heard the meows in the kitchen. I searched everywhere I could and I didn't find anything. My mom told me she "helped" look too because I was so frantic about finding the meows.
We were moving out of my grandpa and aunt's now, and boxes clutter the entire basement. I look over to my things and my dad said I was yelling, "STOP SALLY! PUT IT DOWN NOW!" He never heard of Sally and asked me later about her. I replied, "You haven't seen her? She lives in our basement."
I've always got the heebie jeebies when it came to my aunt's house, and I never go into that room again. My aunt always said I acted strange in her room, looking around, frowning, screaming at certain things. They've moved as well and I'm very glad.
Thanks for reading,
HappyCat_Xoxo
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