Unwanted guests
BBefore our family friends demolished the garage to build a house for my mother, sister, and I to move into, two of their children (my age) told me about the wooden boards on the ground containing the body of a murdered woman. Now, at 8 years ancient, I was terrified, but I quickly forgot about it.
After a year we moved into a cottage, my sister and I shared a bedroom while my mother was down the hall. The first night I couldn't sleep because I felt like someone was watching me. I turned to look down the hall, where I saw a black image of what I thought was a woman. I pulled the blanket over my head and couldn't sleep for the rest of the night.
The next day me and our friends youngest son decided to search under the house, everything was fine until I came across something familiar… The boards right under where I saw the figure the night before. I remember running out of the house quickly, tripping over my own feet, and running into my mother's room.
Every night that I lived in that house, I saw the same figure staring at me. After about 3 years things started to get really weird. One evening, when my mother and sister were around, I decided to stay home alone and watch TV. The storm started and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs to the front door (ranch sliding glass) then a flash of lightning revealed that there was no one there at all, terrified I ran past. After that night, things started to get weird and I started to hate living there.
When I was 14, my mother decided to find a house with her long-term boyfriend and I was so content to be moving, and then things started to get really scary… After spending the night with some friends, I came home to find my room completely trashed and things strewn everywhere. I met my little sister (11) thinking she did it but no one was home all day. After that night, everything started to change and our devices started going crazy all night long.
When we finally moved, I had never been happier. Now I have my own room, but I sleep alone downstairs, which can be scary, and there's a stream running through the house. I still dive directly under the blankets, but so far I haven't experienced any paranormal activity… But hey, I'm only 14.
Some people may believe this story, others may not… But I know what I experienced and since then I have strongly believed in the supernatural world.
In a public bathroom with the devil?
Tit happened a long time ago when I was 14 years aged. I hung out with a group of “outcasts.” They were called “drug addicts” at school. I didn't care because I started drinking and having fun with them and that was all that mattered then. I lived with my mother across the street from a bowling alley/bar. This is where all the smokers hung out and met. So one evening, while I was hanging out getting ready for an event somewhere, I went to the bowling alley to apply the public restroom. There were about 4 or 5 bathrooms there, I went into one and sat down (sounds weird, sorry, it's true). I heard a deep, growling voice from the booth next to me say, “I am the devil.” That's all. I was so scared that I remember being paralyzed. I didn't move for a few seconds, then I mustered up the courage to lean over to see if I could see any shoes in the stall next to me, there were women's shoes (i.e. pumps). There was nothing strange about them, but I knew what I heard and she was the only person there with me. She then walked out and left the bathroom without saying anything else. I was still too scared to look at what it was saying to me. I was shocked! After a few minutes, I slowly walked out and joined my friends outside, but I never said anything for fear of them thinking I was losing my mind.
I have carried this with me throughout my life. What do you think it was? Anyone?
3:00 a.m. Phenomenon
AND I had a bad experience about 4 years ago. But I think I may have taken something with me when I went to that country where they worship demons (praying and making offerings to them so they don't bother them). I visited old places where there were many hotels where God was worshiped. I was a bit curious and approached many of them. Sometimes it felt like my ears were blocking and I couldn't hear properly. Then I became weird and had bad thoughts (very unusual of me…).
After returning home, I felt strange. I saw shadows out of the corner of my eyes. I was surprised myself after talking to it many times. One night my daughter woke up around 1:00 a.m. crying to tell me that she had a bad dream and that she saw a black tornado suck me in. I continued to browse the Internet, looking for information about ghosts and spirits. Then I went to sleep.
At exactly 3:00 a.m. I woke up from a nightmare. My heart was pounding like it was going to jump out of my chest. I have never felt my heart beating so loudly in my life! Then suddenly the TV turned on itself. I got livid and told my husband about it. We woke up and were in complete disbelief! We couldn't find any explanation for it, so we went back to sleep.
The next night, same scenario. Nightmare, I woke up at exactly 3:00 a.m. with my heart beating, the TV turns on by itself and shows some cult temples. I saw the same kind in the country I visited (out of respect I prefer not to mention what country and what religion the temples were). The day before, I tuned the TV to a channel that broadcasts programs about spirituality. This time my husband prayed in front of the TV and went back to bed.
On the third night I repeated everything again. Nightmare, I opened my eyes and looked at the red numbers on the clock… 3:00. I got really livid. I called my husband and said, “Enough!” I wasn't afraid anymore. I was totally pissed off! I told my husband, “I brought it here, I have to throw it away!” A sudden strength filled me and I began to pray loudly, clearly stating that my family belonged to God. And that I wanted him to disappear from my life and that I wasn't afraid of him (I don't know why I felt it was HIM). My whole body was shaking (I'm getting goosebumps as I write this) and the TV started turning on and off until it finally turned off for good. I have never felt so robust in my life… ever. I was like a lioness protecting her territory and challenging the intruder.
I never had any problems after the night I went against it. But I was curious, why at 3:00 in the morning? The following weekend, my pastor told me the whole story at the bad time of 3:00 a.m. I was shocked! I'm relieved to see that it wasn't just me who thought of it, maybe differently, but still at the same time…