Being interested in the paranormal at an early age, this story is about a small collection of events that happened to me in early January, May and June this year. I guess it all started when I bought an automatic writing kit at my favorite bookstore. I was so excited, thinking that I would be able to talk to spirits, well... "Automatically." At first the writings from the planchette were completely illegible, unless the scribbles and dots were some type of map or code. I began using it around two or three times a day, thinking that it was some great hoax for people to get in touch with their divine selves. I was really wrong on that outburst there!
I would come home from school, drop my books and stuff on the living room table, I would immediately go upstairs to take off my shoes and nice school clothes for lounge wear. When I would walk up the stairs and hit the top of the flight, I always got the weirdest feeling, like I was about to have some type of seizure or throw up. I felt this way the strongest in my mom's room and the computer room, but never in my own room. I could usually see slightly figured clouds or mists of gray or black in corners of theses rooms, and they were not shadows! I told my mother about these ongoing feelings, and she told me to get rid of that writing crap and dump it in the trash. I was kind of glad, like the burden of being watched over by some maloevent, unseen force was over.
Now, this next experience happened only three months ago while I was still living in my house mentioned in the story above. So, that new movie that people craved over and wanted to see was, "Paranormal Activity." I had to admit, the previews were scary enough to convince me to rent and watch it with my cousin. It probably drove me up the wall, and I really wanted an Ouija board like in the movie. So, I decided to buy one, with my mother's permission of course, and took it straight home. Once again, I rushed through whatever I was doing and ran upstairs into my room and tore open the box that read, "The All-Seeing-Eye Board." I plopped down in my desk, placed the board flatly on top, and gently lay my two index fingers on the planchette. "Are there any spirits that would like to talk?" The spirit took awhile to respond but said, "Yes." I asked if it was a good spirit, it said yes. Now, you may think, "Oh, it's just a friendly ghost! What's the worst that could happen?" Even if it was, we're all humans and we rarely ever deal with these types of things, so if we encounter things like this we're practically blown out of our socks and scared to death by something we can't see! Well anyways, I talked and talked with this spirit for days whose name was Todd.
On one particular night, I was lying in bed not really tired staring at my ceiling fan, just TRYING to urge off this achy feeling through my body, like someone was watching me. I blinked and my eyes grew as wide as the moon. I heard light, quick footsteps on my wooden floor but they came to a quick stop dead in front my dresser. I saw a fuzzy, dark grey outline of a manly figure about my height, which is 5'9". My heart was beating at a rate which felt like it was going into my throat! I calmed down, but felt a tug on my sheets, like someone was lying on the floor or standing up to pull off my sheets. Then, I felt something kneeling beside my bed, almost like it was looking at my face and my profile. My top sheet pulled down off me about a good few inches, just enough to see my chin and neck. The day after that, I woke up, and trashed that Ouija board quicker than I could even remember.
So, what do any of you guys think of this? Was it my imagination, or something more? Thanks for reading.