My name is Emily and I am from New Orleans. About 5 months ago, my husband and I had just settled into our new home. It wasn't until about one week later that I had started to sense unusual activity.
I have experienced these unusual occurrences three times. The last occurrence was one 6 days ago. I remember all of them in perfect detail and will share them with you.
The first time:
Since I didn't work, I was at home alone most of the time doing chores. It was a Tuesday, sometime in the afternoon, when I was doing the dishes in the kitchen. I had accidentally left one of the cabinets open, and suddenly it loudly slammed shut. Being awfully curious and interested in the entire subject of paranormal activity, haunting, etc., I stepped closer to the cabinet and opened it again. The moment I turned around, it slammed shut again. Still curious, I held out my hand for a few moments. Nothing happened. But then, something grabbed hold of my wrist. It lightly grasped me, then it felt like, whatever it was, its nails digging into my skin. It almost felt like 4 tiny knives were being pushed into my wrist. I screamed, and then it suddenly stopped. I ran to my room, locked the door, and studied my wrist. There wasn't a scratch; it wasn't even anything as simple as red marks.
When my husband got home later that day, I told him everything that happened. He only told me to relax, and he'd finish any chores.
The second time:
Three nights later, it was about 1:30 a.m. And my husband was dead asleep. I, however, couldn't sleep at all because I was scared. Still, I was curious. I suddenly felt the need to open my eyes. I saw before me a tall black figure, standing right in front of the door to my bedroom. It had the shape of a human; no facial features, only piercing red eyes that stared into mine. I blinked and it was gone. I just went back to sleep.
The third time wasn't until months later. I had thought all of the weird things have stopped, but I was wrong. My husband was at work again, and I decided to take a nap. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I saw the image of a child. She looked to be about 3 years old. Her eyes flashed black, red, all sorts of colors. The spirit's eyes closed and the sheets began to tighten, to close in on me. Soon I could barely breathe. I was panting; I managed to let out a scream. The girl's eyes opened, and as soon as she came, she had left.
I had found out some of the history of the house. As it turns out, a mentally sick [not mentally retarded] man kidnapped a little girl named Sarah, years ago. He held her hostage and tortured her. One day, the house burned down, both of them in it. I guess their ghosts still remain