My name is Felix, I'm 16 and I live in Sweden. For as long as I can remember, I've been very fascinated with the paranormal, and it seems as though I always have spirits around me, wherever I go. When I was five I had my first experience with a ghost. I lived in the countryside on a small farm with my dad, his girlfriend and her daughter, and my sister. I don't remember everything that happened there, but I do remember that the attic, where I had all my clothes, really freaked me out.
One time, I went up to the attic alone, and when I stood in the doorway I saw this small figure (it was not taller than me, but it looked like an old man. Like a midget or something) standing by the window in the other end of the room. I gasped when I saw it, and then it disappeared, but I could still hear it giggling and running around in the room behind all the clothes hanging in there, I even saw some clothes moving like it was windy or something. My dad told me that whenever he was alone in that house, he would hear people running through the rooms and children's voices yelling "dad!" I'm glad I don't live there anymore.
When I was ten, and had just moved to where I live now with my dad, stepmom and two brothers, I found out that my older brother John was having ghost-problems at night. He would wake up every single night to people whispering in his room, and several voices waking him up by yelling "John, wake up!" in his ear. His TV would turn on and off by itself, his lamps would also go on and off. And this happened every night; they never let him get a good night's sleep. A friend of ours brought two psychic women to our home. They said that our home was so crowded with spirits that it was even a bit hard for them to breathe. They also said that we have THREE portals (like doors/windows for spirits to come in and out of whenever they please), and one of the portals was in my brothers room. So we all went into my brothers room, lit a candle and put it on the floor, and then we stood in a circle around the candle, holding hands. One of the psychic women told us to close our eyes and imagine that we were filled with a white light that kept us safe and protected while she contacted the spirits. Then she told the spirits to leave and stuff like that, and she closed the portal. After that, almost all of the activity in that room stopped, and my brother could sleep again.
About a year after that, my brother switched to another room, and I took over his room. I was scared of the room, but I wanted it anyway because it was big, and I was sleeping in a room under the attic which was only big enough to fit a bed, and it didn't have any windows or anything, so you can understand why I wanted to get a "normal" room! At first I didn't experience anything special, but then I would start getting the feeling that somebody was physically blowing in my ear. I could actually feel the sensation of someone's breath tickling my skin; almost hear the blowing-sound. This happened every week.
One day when I came home from school, my books and CD's that I always kept organized in my bookshelf, were on the floor, all of them lying with the front facing the floor. Only a few books were left in the shelf, and all of them were scattered all around and out of order. The day after that, when I came home from school, my bed was made (I never made my bed in the mornings) and I first assumed it was my dad who had gone into my room and done it, but when I asked him he said that no one had been in my room that day except for me. This happened quite a few times, but it never really bothered me, because whoever did it did a good job, the bed looked nice.
One afternoon when I was twelve, I was lying on my father's bed, reading a book, and my dad was in the kitchen. There was no one in the house but us. Suddenly my dad comes and looks confused, and he asks me if my brother John has come home. I said no. My dad said that he had just been standing in the kitchen doing the dishes when he heard someone moving in the hallway, so he turned around and in the doorway he saw my brother walk by and say "Hello" with a smile, and then disappear. I was really freaked out when my dad told me that, since it had just happened a minute ago, and since it really wasn't my brother.
Ever since we moved into this house, every one of us has seen a black kitten running around in the hallway at night. But that really doesn't scare me. I mean, it's a little cat, it doesn't really seem to be harmful It's just playing around, minding its own business. But something that does creep me out a little is that my dogs very often seem to see something that we can't see. They very often start barking or growling for no reason, and stare at an empty doorway, or just at a wall or something. I often see shadows in the corner of my eye, it happens like every day, and sometimes I've seen objects in my house move around a little, but that doesn't really scare me that much. But I definitely think that there is something here that's trying to scare me or get my attention, because something weird is going on.
Almost every night when I'm trying to go to sleep, it's like I can hear someone talking inside my head, and it's not a voice that I recognize. Sometimes (if I'm really really tired) I don't even think about how weird it is, and I answer back to the voice. But every time I answer back, I wake myself up completely with the sound of my own voice. I usually wake up to myself saying "no" or just laughing or giggling. It's really weird. But it's only made me scared once, so far, and that was when I woke up to myself screaming loudly "STOP IT!" I also never can remember what the voice has said.
A few months ago, we held a séance here in my house, with a medium. She also said that our house is extremely crowded, and that we have a few portals, so many spirits come and go in our home, and that we also have quite a few spirits that are here permanently. During the séance she turned to me and said that I have someone attached to me, and that he has been blowing in my ear. I was really shocked that she knew that (he's been blowing in my ear every week for several years now, and I've never told anybody about it). She also said that he is an old man, he is related to me, and she described the way he looked and stuff like that. I didn't recognize the description, but my dad thinks that it's my great grandfather on my mother's side. But I never knew him, so I can't say for sure. Anyway, it feels nice knowing now that the man that is attached to me isn't evil and he doesn't want to scare me in any way.
I still have scary things happening to me sometimes (and my stepmom, who has the gift of seeing and communicating with spirits, she says that she sees things every day, and my brother John does too.) About a year ago I started having really strange and scary dreams. What scared me the most about them was that they were different from normal dreams, they did not seem surreal in any way, and every detail in them was as real as it is in real life. The dream that scared me the most was the one where I dreamt that me and my family were being haunted by something demonic. In the dream we were in our house, and we could hear really loud and heavy breathing echoing throughout the entire house, and outside our windows there were these regular power-lines, but they were really close to our windows and in the lines there were dead children hanging from regular metal hangers in the power lines, and all the children had had their lower body chopped off, and they were all bald, and they were smiling and we could hear them laughing even thought their lips weren't moving. All of us inside the house could just here the breathing closing in on us, and we could just feel the evil in the air, and we all were scared to death. I have had several dreams like this one, and they always include chopped off body parts and strange ghost voices. It is really freaking me out.
This past few months, I have heard strange noises when I'm trying to sleep, and a while ago (this was in the middle of the night, I was in my room, using the computer) I had my headphones on my head, connected to the computer, but I wasn't playing any music at the moment. Suddenly I heard this really loud, super creepy, very evil laughter in my headphones. I checked the computer to see if anything had popped up on the screen or something like that, but there was nothing. That really scared me, and I did not go to bed that night.
Actually, just last night something strange happened. I was once again the only one awake (I'm a night-owl, so I'm always up until like 4am or 5am) and I was in my room, using the computer. And all of a sudden I heard music, coming from nowhere. It sounded like classical music, very soft and very slow. I thought it was just in my head at first, but then I realized that I really could hear it with my ears. So I turned on the speakers on my computer, no sound coming from there. I opened my window and listened, nothing coming from outside either. I opened my bedroom door, and the house was quiet. But when I closed my door the music was still here. I couldn't find out where it was coming from. And after five minutes or so, it stopped. It was very strange.
Also, about a week ago, I took a friend with me and went ghost hunting in a graveyard. My dad had just bought an EVP-recorder, so I was dying to try it out, so I recorded the entire time we were at the graveyard. And, while I was being very respectful while asking questions (just like I've seen them do it on TAPS Ghost Hunters, my friend was NOT. She laughed and said the rudest things (she doesn't believe in the paranormal at all, so she didn't take it seriously. I knew that before I asked her to come with me, but I didn't want to go alone. And I told her before we started that she should not laugh or anything like that, but I guess she didn't care. I constantly apologized to the spirits for the things my friend said, because I didn't want her to put us in a dangerous position, like upsetting or angering a spirit. When I got home after that, I listened to see if we had caught anything on the recorder. And I found three noises that I can't explain, it sounds like someone sighing or breathing heavily, and then is sounds like someone hissing (please note that I made sure to keep the microphone away from me and my friend all the time, so we couldn't have made those noises, because they were far too close to the microphone for it to be us.)
So, do you think that the classical music I heard could have been connected to some spirit I might have "brought home" after my ghost hunt, or am I jumping to conclusions here? What do you think is going on in my house? Do you think someone/something is trying to scare me and my brother? (I forgot to mention: my brother has been having those problems again when he is trying to sleep)
Please comment, and thank you for reading my loooong text!