I always had this weird feeling in my room and I always thought it was just because I was young and afraid of my own shadow. But it never stopped me from locking myself in there and playing music full blast. I always ignored it, until four months and three days after my thirteenth Birthday when I got my computer.
I walked into my room and as soon as I stepped in, I had this sudden wave of depression and sadness come over me. I didn't know what to make of it, so I ignored it and played some music quietly and began putting my birthday cards away so they didn't get damaged. I noticed once I had finished that the music was quieter than I had originally set it to. I turned it up to 76% and turned around to see that all the Birthday cards were back in the exact same spot. I was confused and as I put them all back away and left my room, I wondered if I had actually put the cards away. But no matter what I tried to convince myself, it didn't make sense. This was what started me believing in Poltergeist's. Nothing else happened for the rest of that day.
The next day after school I walked into my room and saw that my music was on again and my clock was set three hours behind. I knew that it was right that morning. I freaked and walked out of my room. About an hour later I went back into my room to do my homework and saw my computer and Clock were the same as when I left earlier. I turned off the computer and re-set the clock and sat on my bed to finish my homework. Once I finished the strange feeling washed over me again, so I thought to play more music. This seemed to calm the feeling. Then all of a sudden a feeling of pure hate washed over me and I stormed out of my room and slammed the door closed. As soon as it was closed the feeling went away.
That night I woke up at 9:57pm and I saw the pale face of a woman staring down at me in the darkness. Instinctively I thought it was my mom. "Mom?" I said. The face smiled at me then disappeared. I got up and turned on the light and saw that my cards were stacked next to my bed on the table and tied together with a ribbon. I turned on my laptop and saw that Microsoft Word was open. There was a message typed on it in the font Lucida Handwriting was a message. "Thank you. Play this." And there was the name of one of my favorite songs. It was "The Graduation Song" By Vitamin C.
To this day it still confuses me who the woman was. But now every time I play "The Graduation Song" I feel comforted and I know that I'm not alone. I believe now the woman is at peace.
Has anyone else had this happen to them?