My entire life has been filled with paranormal experiences. The first sign that something was wrong is when I was very young I kept asking my parents if we had ghosts. They would always answer with," we bought the house brand new", so no one had died there. I would try to believe them, but I always had a nagging feeling they were wrong.
When I got a bit older I started having horrible realistic nightmares. They would range all over from childhood nightmares of an evil leprechaun sized dentist who wanted to kill me to flying snakes. Some were not so much childhood imagination.
Nightmare 1: It was my mother's birthday and I had just learned how to read. My grandma had gotten my mom a card and said I should read it to show my mom how good I had gotten. I don't remember what it said but it was hard to read and I botched it horribly. The second I stopped reading it my mom died. My grandma then started laughing as I bawled my eyes out. This one was so vivid I had awoken my dad who coaxed me awake and had to comfort me for at least half an hour.
Nightmare 2: This one is short, but recurring. Basically a witch was living in the walls of my Grandma's basement.
Nightmare 3: Before I had fallen asleep I was in the playroom watching Blues Clues. I don't know when I had fallen asleep, but I had an awful nightmare that a witch had come out of the closet and tried to attack me.
As you can probably tell there is a recurring theme of a witch, I don't know why and still haven't found out.
As I grew older and my parents divorced I was switching back and forth every week. I never had any experiences at my mom's and the one's at my Dad's had settled down a lot. Until I moved in with my dad except every other weekend.
It didn't start right away but I still had an uneasy feeling in the house especially in the old play room. One day I had gotten ready for school and was walking down the hall from the bathroom to the living/kitchen area. I didn't realize such a short walk would leave such a long memory.
As I got to the end of the hall and could see into the kitchen I saw a black shadow in the shape of a man. My dad was at work for another hour or two and it was too tall to be my step mom. There was a lamp at the end of the hall and I was not going to be an idiot and look away and the shadow would be gone. So without looking I tried turning on the lamp. It wouldn't come on. As I'm staring trying to get the dang lamp to turn on, the shadow starts to move. When a person walks there is a bounce. This did not have any bounce; it just glided to the right toward the other hall behind a wall.
I was frozen in fear for a couple minutes then I finally got the lamp on; nothing was there. I did the typical thing and followed it cautiously and it had just disappeared. I booked it out of the house and just for good measure texted my step mom and asked if she had been in the kitchen. She texted back saying no, my text had awoken her.
Eventually I had gotten into some trouble and switched arrangements and moved in with my mom and her boyfriend. I figured at least this place isn't going to be haunted. Boy, was I right and wrong. It wasn't I am.
Nothing happened for a while. Then one night as I'm trying to go to bed and can't because of my mom's boyfriend watching TV too loud. He finally turned it off to go to bed and I started to ease into sleep, facing the wall. Right on the verge of unconsciousness I heard a man yell very clearly "wake up!" Once again frozen in fear I waited for what felt like forever and slowly turned praying not to see a face. Nothing was there.
The next day at dinner I was recounting what happened to my mother. Her boyfriend piped up telling me that it might have been his mom's ex whom she had shot dead in our field for his abuse towards her.
A year or so later I was talking about all the things that I had experienced and my mom told me a story of her own. She had dabbled with a ouija board with friends. They had stopped to get some beers from the garage and when they came back the TV was on and apparently on channel 666. I think my mom might have invited something into our lives that day. While we were swapping stories my now step dad says "oh, stop you're a teenager who thinks it's cool to be haunted so you're making up stories". A bottle that was on top of the fridge in the back was thrown at his head.
Now, back to the nightmares. My older sister had told me she had a dream of the wicked witch coming out of the closet, but I always assumed it was at my grandma's where she spent most of her time.
The two of us and my dad met for lunch and I had asked if the activity at his house had stopped. Now that I was older he was more honest and told me yes, after I moved out it had stopped, but they still burn sage for good measure. Well my sister didn't stay at my Dad's after the divorce so she had no idea what we were talking about.
So we started telling our experiences and after talking about nightmare 3 my sister stopped me and told me she had the same nightmare, at the same age, in the same room, of a witch coming out of the same closet. My dad then states that he has always felt uneasy around that closet.
I have two theories on why I am haunted. 1) my mom invited something into our lives with her ouija board experience. 2) the closet at my Dad's house was somehow a portal and they followed me because I am a sensitive and have always been open minded.
Years later I met my boyfriend and his cousin shot himself. We rushed to the hospital but he was already gone, but everyone wanted to say goodbye. So, we went in and everyone is crying and all of a sudden so do I and I have the worst feeling of guilt and all I can think is "I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean it. I am so sorry." Over and over again. As soon as we left the room, it stopped.
I still have occasional experiences but nothing like I used to. I know this is kind of all over the place but my life has been full of random occurrences that I still have no answers to.
No she actually shot him. And no I never felt my childhood was unstable. My parents got along very well for my sake and they divorced when I was like 2 so it was normal to me. Not that my family life has anything to do with these stories. Also, the same thing happened to my sister before our home lives were unstable