Hotels and death spells
Ffirst of all, hotels seem to be some of the most haunted places in the world. I participated, not in many, but in several. If you have been to a haunted hotel, write about it in a comment. My story begins in an aged motel in Scotland. We were on our way to visit a friend named Sarah. My mother was staying at the hotel and booked us in for one night. When we got to the hotel, I felt very frigid and started coughing.
Later that night I dreamed that my mom and I were huddled in the bathroom. A ghostly girl could be seen through the door (it was one of those limpid doors from the aged hotel). She shook herself and went to the bathroom. She was chanting strange spells and words I didn't recognize. I saw the knob turn and then I woke up.
I took a deep breath and turned on the lightweight. Nothing was observable. Later that morning, my mother said I had a coughing fit during the night. She said she was very worried about me because my forehead was sultry. When we checked out of the hotel, I immediately felt better.
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Pulled chair
AND several events happened to me that I cannot explain. But there's something I'll never explain. It was a hot summer day and I was sitting in my room minding my own business. My parents were at work and asked me to keep an eye on everything in the yard, and I agreed to keep an eye on everything. My oldest brother was watching TV, I was just reading a story on the computer, and soon I felt like someone had pulled my chair back. I almost fell out of it. Fortunately, I didn't do that. I looked around my room to see if anyone was there, but there was no one. No one could have been in my room unless they walked past me because my door is next to the computer and my brother was in the living room watching TV but no one else was in my room.
I continued reading and felt my hair being pulled. It hurt and I screamed. It takes a lot to make me start screaming. I looked around and there was no one there. I looked out the window and saw some goats. They weren't allowed in the yard, so I told my brother, but I didn't tell him what happened because I knew he, of all people, wouldn't believe his 14-year-old sister. He went and started shooting at them and they left. I always felt a strange but safe and sound presence in my room… I guess I'll never know.
Bathroom door
ANDMy name is Cynthia and I lived in my grandparents' house until I was about 11 years venerable. I lived with my mother and grandparents in a wonderful house in Blue Bell. One day I was about 7 years venerable and I was sleeping in my mother's room because at that time my room seemed very strange. In the middle of the night, I suddenly opened my eyes and saw a wall. I looked around the shadowy room and heard the bathroom door creak open on the other side of my mother's bedroom. My mother wakes up very easily, so I nudged her shoulder to tell her what I heard. When she got up, I followed her to the bathroom. I'm 100% sure that night, right before I fell asleep, the bathroom door was completely closed. Well, at this point everything was open! I looked at my mother in surprise, just as she looked at me. She tried not to let me be scared by the fact that she was scared too. She simply said uncomfortably that it was the wind, which was impossible because the bathroom window was always closed. We went back to bed, unsure of our other encounters.
Since then we have experienced many other terrifying things. Like when huge balls pop out in every photo we take at home. And while my dog is still barking in the closet and he and I are sitting at the computer desk. Or when I was sleeping in my room, I woke up and very faintly saw the figure of a boy appear in the corner, next to my closet, he looked at me, walked to the bed and fell to the floor, disappearing next to me.
I have known all my life that my home was in the nursery campground on George Washington's battlefield. It was here that all wounded soldiers went for rehabilitation. My grandparents still live there and I visit them often. I love this house because I grew up in it. Fortunately, the ghosts haunting this house will not drive me away.