In 2006, me and my family bought a historic plantation house in Kentucky. It was built in 1794 and was originally used as a slave plantation. The house was beautiful, two storey, white house with huge wooden columns on the front porch. The seller mentioned it was haunted, but only little things. The seller also mentioned that the most popular ghost in the house seemed to be a small African-American slave boy, they called him Sambo. Me and my sisters joked about it, but then we grew serious after we experienced the hauntings. The hauntings usually went unnoticed until the fall season.
My mother reported that one night she was asleep in her bed when a hand wiped her bangs off her forehead. She opened her eyes, thinking it was dad. But dad was asleep, and no one else was in the room. Many of the hauntings occur at night.
One night, I was woken up by something. I barely opened my eyes and could faintly see a figure beside my bed. It felt like someone was holding me down, I could barely breathe, and I was paralyzed for a few seconds, panicked, and the feeling went away.
These are only a few of the occurrences that have happened at our house.
Please comment if you have any information that could help find out what the ghost want, or if you would like to here more experiences.
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I live in belgium. Always saw or heard something sinds I was young, but this was sooo scary I just can't explain.
I remember not being able to sleep and when I was finally getting to that my head began to pund and felt very dizzy, my body suddenly was paralised, at the same time my body hurt like hell allover. I couldn't move, I wanted to scream, for someone to please wake up & help me, but all I heard was a litte bit air coming out of my throut. Suddenly something pulled me to the ceiling, I was terrified because I knew by now I must have been dead & I thought I was going to hell because it sure felt like that, it was so intense, so real, my consious was more awake then ever before. People were in my room and screamed at me, I couldn't turn my head and don't know how but I saw them & I also saw the ceiling righ before my eyes. Just as I thought I must have been dead and being dragged to hell (usually that would be going down I guess, but this was straight up in the air)
Something pulled me down again, very slowly, very comforting, very loving and safe feeling like lying in mothers' arms. I went back down piece by piece as if the bad force was much stronger and intense but the good force still overcame. I saw I was on my bed again but still coulnd't move until I felt my body & spirit become one again.
There was no more use in screaming & I felt so hopelessly freaked out, because who would believe me and what if it came back... No human can figh that. It's like I've seen a piece of world of the dead. I broke me and brainwashed me. For three days I didn't say a word, remained in a sort of shock, I don't remember much about what I did afterwards it changed me inside
Sometimes I feel the same pressure in my head coming up again and I fight it immediatly because if I wait to see what happens it might already be too late again. I still don't understand