I'm not the type of person to ask for advice online, but at this point, I don't know where else to turn. I've been experiencing some pretty terrible things lately, and a friend recommended me this site, saying that the people were very helpful when he told of his own haunting. So I guess you can call this a cry for help.
I'm fourteen years old, and me and my family have lived in one home all my life. I've never experienced anything I believed was supernatural until three weeks ago, and I never imagined that if I DID have such an experience, it would be in the supposed safety of my own home. I live with my mother and father, and my grandfather as well- until recently.
My grandfather passed away one week before these encounters began (aka four weeks ago.) He went peacefully in his sleep, according to my mother, and he has since been cremated. I took it pretty hard, because my grandfather and I had always been quite close. He was the classic cool grandparent, occasionally undermining my parents' better judgement and always being there to turn to for advice.
The idea that he passed peacefully brought me some comfort, but it was short lived when my relatives- aunts, uncles, cousins and whatnot- began to take his things over the course of the next week. He hadn't left us with a will, so I suppose my family decided that they'd just each take an item or two. I, however, got my grandfather's prized possession- a music box. I have no idea what the song it plays is called, and neither do my parents. I don't think my grandpa knew either, but then again, I never asked him.
The song was definitely peaceful. I enjoyed listening to the calm melody it played. Unfortunately, by the end of the week, things got... Strange, to say the least.
I began to notice that my room seemed to rearrange during the night. Nothing major, just that sometimes when I woke up, there were books or papers on the floor that I knew weren't there previously. I didn't think much of it, figuring it was probably just my mind playing tricks, and looking back, I envy my old mindset.
By the next week, I was noticing that cupboards, doors and whatnot would violently open and close (I'm the only one home during the day.) I can't even tell you how many times I thought the house was being robbed that week. It didn't happen every now and again, either- it happened constantly. And the scariest part was that the door that opened and closed the most was the door to my grandfather's old room.
It makes me sick to think about even now, but something clicked when I picked up on that detail- was my grandfather the cause of all this unusual activity? My grandfather had never been the type of person to behave this way. He closed doors gently, he never made a mess of anything, and he was in fact very quiet and polite. That's what baffled me. If this was a spirit, it sure wasn't acting like my grandfather. It seemed like too big of a coincidence, but also one that made little sense.
But the worst part is, I'm fairly sure my grandfather is actually unhappy with me in particular. My parents never seem to hear or see any of the things that occur, and my room seems to be paranormal activity central- at least at night. Day by day, the events grew more and more violent. My room was destroyed practically every time I woke up this past week. I figured that maybe my grandfather wanted his music box back. I tried putting it back in his old room, and I got on my hands and knees, begging him to stop, but it was no use. I've been feeling sharp pains in my sides whenever I'm in one spot for too long- sleep is no exception. I've been noticing bruises and scratches all over my body, and it's frightening.
Ever since I put that music box back in his room, I can hear it every now and then, but the music seems a lot less soothing now.
I've tried staying awake all night so I wouldn't have to wake up to a bedroom that looks like a tornado hit it (oddly enough, my room didn't seem to get turned upside down unless I was asleep), but sleep really does catch up to you after a few hours. My sleep schedule is ruined. I have to spend two hours every single morning repairing my bedroom. I've gone to my grandfather's room and pleaded, but things only get worse and worse every day.
I don't know what my options are. I don't know how I feel about banishing my grandfather's spirit from the house, assuming it's him in the first place. I don't know how I'd even go about banishing a spirit anyways. I can't tell my parents, they'd think I'm losing my mind- or they'd get pissed at me, and tell me I should be ashamed of myself for making up such lies about my grandfather. I don't think they believe in ghosts regardless.
This is sort of a last resort. Any advice helps. I don't know where else to turn at this point. Only one of my friends even believes me, and he couldn't provide me with any real help or advice (though he did link me to this website, so I guess I have him to thank for that.)
I can't keep dealing with this. I never feel alone anymore, and I don't mean that in a good way. My grandfather would never put me through something like this, and I'm just... Confused.