All of my life I have had strange things happen. I did not understand them and for a long time never talked to anyone about it. First let me give you a background history of my family and myself as it pertains to the paranormal.
When I was 6 years old my mother had just had my baby brother and my uncle had died in a tragic boating accident. She was sleeping when she says she felt this "white" light behind her. She said that she was too scared to roll over, but felt it was my uncle trying to tell her something. When she did not roll over the light disappeared down the hall and stopped at my brother's room, my mother told me about it when I was grown.
When I was about 13 we moved back to my mother's hometown. It is a very old town, dating to the 1800's and is next to an Indian reservation. We moved into a house that I believe was at least 100 years old. It is one of those houses that have no closets; they lowered the ceiling with the fake tiles and had a wood burning stove for heat. My memory of this house is very limited; I know that my Aunt and mother would hear voices at night. The house itself had a bad feeling to it and not only to me, but to my whole family.
When you would come home at night and reach inside to turn on the lights you would feel like something was going to grab you. My grandparents house was just down the street and I remember a few times being over there with just my grandpa, we would hear a noise upstairs that sounded like someone was walking around. He would just say that it was the old lady (sorry I don't remember the name) and brush it off as something that always happens. The upstairs in their house didn't bother me except for one room, that room always gave me a bad feeling.
When you walked upstairs there was a room to the left, one straight head and a loft like room to the right. Only the room straight head that looked out to the garden bothered me, never figured out why. We moved out of our house after 6 months and my mother bought a house in town that our family had owned for years. Again this house was at least 100 years old (most of the town still has houses that are that old if not older). No bad feelings in this house, and for the most part I loved that house. For extra money I would help the elderly that lived in town with chores around their house. One couple I would go over and haul firewood into the house for them. They treated me very good and I really liked them a lot.
One night I was sleeping and had a dream that I saw flashing red lights and my chest hurt. I woke up very scared, ran to my mother, and woke her. I told her what I had just dreamed, I told her that I was afraid something bad was going to happen to someone, but I did not know whom. She took me into the kitchen to get me something to drink and to help me calm down. I think we were in the kitchen for about an hour when an ambulance with flashing red lights went by. The elderly man that I had helped passed away from a heart attack. I was so upset that I did not leave the house for at least a week.
We moved back to where I had spent most of my life, it was a bigger city and not that old. I was about 15 when we returned and started to hang out with kids that liked to go to grave yards and such. I discovered after hanging out with them that I would have thoughts of people I never knew when I would go to certain places and be near certain things. My friends at the time thought it was "cool" and thought that if we got an Ouija board that maybe with my "gift" we could talk to some people that had passed on. Yes I know that was a really bad idea now, but being a dumb teen I thought that nothing could hurt me. I was 16 at the time we did this and up to that point nothing bad had happened in my new house. After a night of playing with the board and nothing happening with it we decided to do it again. If I remember correctly we played with it 6 times before something talked to us. I did not believe at the time that it was real, since nothing had happened before and I thought it was one of my friends making it do it.
As time went on I quickly learned that something mean was in my room (which is where we played with the board) I started to have problems sleeping, strange things would happen in the house (things moved and would be found weeks later) and I started to sleep walk. Now I asked my mother if I had ever sleep walked before and she said I never did, but when I was sleep walking now I would come out and have conversations with whomever was wake (I never remember any of it). About this same time, and after the whole board thing, we (my group of friends) decided to go ghost hunting. We all jumped into the back of a pickup truck and headed off at about midnight to a house that everyone had said was haunted. Still believing that nothing could hurt me, we sat out there for an hour waiting for this ghost to show herself. When she did not and my friends were bored and ready to go, I decided that I was going to tell the ghost what I thought of her; Bad idea, I can tell you that I made her mad. That was my first experience with a ghost being able to touch you if they really wanted to. After that night I decided that I did not want to play with ghost anymore, but sadly the paranormal still wanted to play with me. Between the ages of 16-18 I had small things happen, I still was sleep walking/talking and still having dreams.
When I turned 18 I moved out and got married, my younger brother then moved into my room. After he moved into my old room he started to hear things and see things, but never told anyone. He started to have dreams that within a few days would happen in real life, shortly after that I got pregnant with my first child. While I was 6 months pregnant with my first child my uncle in law died in a boating accident. We decided that if we had a boy we would name it after our uncle. Sure enough it was a baby boy, healthy and happy. Within a week of bringing him home I had something happen that now I wonder more of what it was.
My husband and me were sleeping when something woke us up, now my ex says that we were dreaming, but how do 2 people dream the same thing? Standing in the doorway was this gray image of a man. How do I know it was a man? I do not know for sure, I just feel like it was, it was built like a man. It was looking at us and then turned and "blurred" down the hall. I got up and went to check on my son, who was awake and happy. I always thought it was our uncle coming to see his namesake, but now that I have read that white shadows are good and black are bad I wonder why he was gray. About this same time my brother moved out of my mom's house. He stopped having bad dreams he said and I stopped sleep walking. Two years later I gave birth to my second child. I was in the hospital that night with my new born in my room with me sleeping; I insisted he stay in my room with me. I woke to the door of my room opening, or at least that is what I thought had happened. I thought the nurse was coming in to check my vitals, but when I rolled over I saw this gray man again looking over my son and me. Again I thought it was my uncle coming to see his new nephew. He turned and walked out the door (ok the door did not open, but you know what I mean). I got up and looked down the hall; nothing was there but 2 nurses at the nurses' station. Of course they asked if I was ok and I told them I just wanted some more ice. After that time I did not see him again, not even when I had my daughter (but she was born overseas).
After my daughter was born I moved in with my mother who was still living in our old house. I did not have anything that I remember happening, but my middle child would cry if you tried to put him on the floor in my mom's room. He said there was "monsters" on the floor and they were trying to get him, but if he was on the bed he was fine. I do not know what he saw or if he really saw anything, but my mother said he described them as a troll like thing. My oldest son would talk to someone who you could not see; I thought it was his imaginary friend or something. Shortly after I moved in with my mom I got my own place and talked her into moving in with me to help me raise the kids. The last night that my mom ever was in her house was the first time she had something really bad happen to her. She was finishing cleaning the house, the last thing she needed to do was vacuum the living room. As soon as she finished she started putting things outside and came back in to do a final walkthrough. She said that she went into my old room and was about to leave it when she made a comment " I'm glad we are leaving this hell hole" (she didn't mean it to be hell, but just that it wasn't as nice as our new place) she said that something pushed her, she caught her balance and went to leave quickly and then she said she heard something say "get the F*** out". Well you can only image how fast she left, but as she drove away she said she felt like something was watching her from the windows.
When my first son was 5 or 6 we moved yet again and at this new house he would sit on our stairs and talk to a picture of our uncle that had passed away when I was pregnant with him. Now on that wall was many pictures of many family members and we had not at that time told him who that man was or if he was dead or alive. But if you asked him whom he was talking to he would point to the picture. He continued to do this for at least a year, after time I just ignored it since I did not think it was anything bad.
At about 3 months before my 25th Birthday I started to have nightmares (the same dream over and over each night), now I won't go into all the details about that because it still scares me, but I can tell you that they didn't stop until I turned 25. After the dreams stopped I never really experienced anything. Sometimes I would hear something or think I saw something, but never anything consistent until December 2009.
I have a little girl that is attached to the land my house sits on. She has been there for 10+ years now and has shown herself to my oldest son and played with my daughters toys at night. We also think that she tried talking to my mother, but my mother just thought she was imagining it. The house is owned by my ex husband, and 1 1/2 years ago I moved in to the house. My kids have lived in that house for 10+ years when it was my ex's week with the kids and they had always thought there was a little girl there, but their father said that they were dreaming and convinced my kids they were imagining it. They never told me about it or anything that had happened. My oldest son said he would see her, she is dressed like someone on "little house on the prairie" and would walk the hall between his room, my daughters room and my other sons room. She would also move toys from my daughter's room and play with her tea set at night. When I moved in I had no experiences what so ever, I never heard her or saw her.
Thanksgiving this year my son who is now 20 moved out. I decided to take his room since it is the warmest room in the house and I am always cold. On December 18th I was asleep in my room (my son's old room) and woke to a girl's voice saying "mom mom". My daughter had left earlier that day to go out of town with some friends and my son was sleeping over at a friend's house. At first I thought my daughter had returned home and was letting me know she was home. I got up and looked in her room, then I checked the living room and lastly I checked the porch (she will sometimes sit on the porch with the dog). She was not home and the only person that was home was my mother, who was sound asleep (she snores so I know she was out cold). I thought I was imaging it all so I went back to bed. Where I had my bed, if I slept on my left side my back was to the door and I was facing a wall. As soon as I lay down I had this feeling that someone (a small child) was standing next to my bed. I did not roll over to see if anyone was there. I guess in my mind, I knew there was not anyone living standing there and I was afraid to see something. Instead I told whomever it was that I was tired and wanted to go to sleep and to leave me alone. I felt that it did leave and I went to sleep.
The next experience was on December 20th, my daughter and son were both home that night, but my daughter had gone to bed early since she was so tired from her trip. Again I woke, but this time it sounded like someone was crying. I again went to check on my daughter and again found everyone asleep. On December 22nd (I believe that was the night) I decided that I was going to record while I slept to see if I could find out who she was and what she wanted. At this point I just wanted her to go away. I did not set it to record when I went to sleep since the kids were still up and I knew it would just record them playing video games. I woke up in the middle of the night, everyone was sleeping and I went to grab the recorder to start recording (nothing woke me up that I know of, I just woke up) as I reached for it I had this very strong feeling that I should not do it. For the first time in my life I listened to that voice and did not. The next day I told my family, my oldest had come over for a good meal, about what had happened and my oldest told me about the little girl. This was the first time I had heard about her and what she looked like.
So as a family we sat down and laid out the rules for the little girl. The next morning we woke to find my childhood teddy bear in the living room. All was going well; I figured I could live with her and since she is not causing us any problems why worry about it. A few nights later got me worried. Now I am not saying anything is going on, it could be that I overreacted to nothing, but with what has happened in my past it does make me want to be on the safe side. Again my daughter left town (she did not leave until 10pm) and my son was not feeling well so he went to bed at the same time my mother did (which was 8 or 9). I was in my room with my cat, who always sleeps with me and other than she will stare at what I think is the little girl, she has never ran away or hissed at anything. It was about 11pm or so and I started to get this feeling, I really cannot explain it. It was a feeling of worry, and at first I thought I was worrying about my daughter. At 1am my daughter texted to say they were there safe and sound and that she loved me. I still had not slept, and still had the TV on. As soon as I got the text I thought to myself, "Ok see, she is safe now you can go to sleep". I turned off the TV and had this (I really do not know how to explain it) feeling like something was outside. I did not feel like it was in the house or in the room, but that it was close and it was scaring me. My cat kept looking at the window with a strange stare. Now for those of you that have pets, you know there are different looks your animals will give you. This was more of when another cat comes around and she is about to get "puffed up". She did not hiss, but just kept looking at the window (blinds and curtains closed). I started to feel like I was going to have a panic attack (yes I have had them before, but it was when I was stuck in a Locked room and could not get out). I then felt like there was someone (I believe it to be our little girl) at the end of my bed away from the window. I felt like she was standing at the end of my bed looking over me. It made me feel a little better, but I still did not sleep well. I woke up all the time and kept feeling like something was outside.
After some advice from people in the paranormal, I decided to smudge my house. We decided to do it New Years eve and everyone except for my middle son and daughter wanted to be smudged too (my daughter was out of town that week and my middle son said he didn't believe in that kind of stuff). I started in the living room and worked my way around to each room (even my middle son's room and my daughter's room). Then I used sweet grass, started in the living room and ended in my mom's room, which is the farthest north. When I entered her room everything was good, and then as I went to leave the room I walked under the ceiling light and it got very bright, it stayed bright for the rest of the evening. Two weeks later all the light bulbs in that ceiling fan had melted the glue stuff that holds the bulb to the metal part and had to be replaced.
Friday and Saturday night everything was nice and calm. I was still leery and I woke often, but I had no feelings of anything outside. Sunday night is another issue, I went to bed around 10pm and my middle son stayed up late. My daughter was still gone on her trip and as normal my mother was fast asleep by 9pm. I woke the next morning to get ready for work and to get my son off to school (he was 17 at the time). When I walked into the living room my son was sleeping on the couch (he never does this) and my mother said that he had a bad dream and something in his room scared him, but he did not want to talk about it until I got up. I woke him and asked what had happened and this is what he told me.
He had a dream that he went into my room (my old room) to find it filled with a white smoke; there was a candle with some wires wrapped around the bottom it and he thought that was what was causing the smoke. Next to that was an aquarium filled with smoke, I was laying on my bed with my mouth open like I was trying to breath and my chest was up in the air (I guess like someone struggling to breath). He went to call 911 on the home phone (we do not have a home phone since we all have cells) and was so upset about me dying he could not talk to tell 911 what was wrong. He woke from the dream upset he said, but not really that scared until he opened his eyes. At the end of his bed was this tall man, he said that it was almost as tall as the ceiling, it was pale white (he said its whole body was the same sickly white, as if it was wearing a cloak made of the same sickly white skin of his head/face area) no facial or body features. He felt that this man was agitated at him and he was very scared of the "man-thing". He was able to move, but since his door and light switch were close to it he did not want to. The man disappeared and then he noticed this crouching black thing at the end of the bed that was moving around to the corner, but once it got to the corner it was gone. At about that same time there was this gray thing (he said it was almost as if it was the upper part of a man's body) hovering over his feet on the bed. That last thing was only there for a split second so he did not get a good look at it. Once everything was gone he flipped the lights on and ran out of the room. He was so scared, but did not wake me because he did not want me to be upset about him waking me at 3 or 4am when I had to work. That day I had him look up things that he thought would help to keep the man-thing away, and he decided that Onyx and Quartz might help. I ran out and got him an Onyx necklace, a Quartz stone, Amethyst and a Citrine stone to place under his bed. He has never seen this thing again, but I can tell you that I hate to go into his room. It scares me and I always feel like when I go in there that something else is in there, but our cats will go in there when my son forgets to close the door.
Sometime after that I was outside with my dog about 10pm or so. I was standing on my porch, the dog was out wandering the yard to remove all the other dog smells, there was no wind, and it was a normal cold night. I have short hair so my hair does not really move when I shake my head, but it felt like someone had touched my hair below my ear. The first time it happened I turned, saw nothing and called the dog to go in. The next time it happened I told it to leave and not allowed to harm my family or me. Since the thing with my son, things have calmed down.
I still feel like there is something outside, but it does not feel like it is outside my window anymore. The little girl is still in the home and has made herself part of the family. She gets upset if you yell at her and I will hear her cry if someone does. She loves my cat and I have woken a few times to my cat rolling around on the floor as if she is playing with someone, I just say "take it to the living room please so I can sleep".
So the man-thing in my son's room still worries me. I don't know what it was or what it wanted and if it will come back. Any ideas?