Everything with me started on my 14th birthday. I was having a sleepover with some of my friends. Two other of my friends and myself have all had separate experiences before. We were all in my living room settling down for the night to watch a movie. When I got up and turned on the DVD player, it started making all these strange beeps and my friend whispered that she thought she could hear someone talking. I turned off the power but the DVD player kept making the noises, nothing we did would make it stop not even unplugging it.
That night after the other girls were asleep my friends swore they could still hear a voice. Then the TV turned on and off really fast. That was it for that night and none of us experienced anything else in my home.
Until the Historic Home Tour came to town. My mom was outside and me and my friend who heard the voice talking were inside watching some goofy show on the TV. A few minutes later my mom came back inside with a piece of paper in her hands. T was about our home. It stated that it used to be a hospital and morgue back in the 1800s and that the doctor and his wife lived here too. After some research we also found out that the doctor was not a nice man. He would try to make new medicines or whatever from the dead, and not all of them died on their own.
After finding this out, I kept seeing a little boy. He could have only been ten. He was a full apparition. You could see him but also through him. His blond hair was deep red with blood and a gunshot wound. I didn't know what to make of this, he seemed harmless and always kept his distance just watching.
I am about to be 19 soon and he has gotten closer and always has a little girl that looks like him with him. I'm thinking this is his sister. Ever since I seen him I had this feeling his name was Raymond.
Now my Grandma who lives with us is starting to get very sick. She woke me up the other night to tell me that he visited her, that he opened his hand and handed her a Monarch Butterfly. I know there is a legend that Monarchs are the reincarnation of a soul that is about to be gone or is already gone. My grandma asked him what his name is. The little girl rolled her eyes and he said, "My name is Raymond."
Could I be right about his name? Why, after all these years, has he decided to come closer? To speak? Is he still here because he does not know he is dead? Or is he here because the doctor experimented on his body? Is it because he died a violent death? Has anyone ever experienced anything close to this?