First day first story.
Allow me to first say that paranormal experiences run in my family, each of us has had numerous experiences, but this one has me a little confused.
In my home there is one hall with all the rooms in it, most located on the side but one particular one (which is now mine) is at the end of the hall. This room has always seem to be the one that everything flows into, and has seen the most activity, some not very pleasant. When I first agreed to take the room from my brother I had no idea what I was getting into. Things moving, voices, and a strange attraction to the wooden wind chime I have being only a few of the minor happenings.
Last night I was present for one of the stranger occurrences. I woke at 3:30 in the morning to find my blanket flung across the room and my books beginning to fly off the shelf one by one. My wind chime was jerking around like mad and my bed moved a good foot to the right, accompanied by the falling of my picture frames off the walls. Now I am not one with nerves of steel and as such was...well...cowering behind a pillow.
In all the commotion, it took me a moment to realize that my room had gotten darker, and continued to do so until it was so dark I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. It was cold and harsh, but when it cleared a few moments later my room was silent and still.
This has never happened before and I have never heard of it happening to anyone else. So I turned to the internet for some insight and found this site. I am curious to see what you all have to say and what you may know about this.