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…
Are there really ghosts in my basement?
MYour dad heard voices in the basement. He said he heard voices talking about what his life was like, sort of the plot of his life.
My cousin and I wanted to explore this topic further, so we took the camera downstairs. I took photos everywhere in my basement. At the top of the stair railing was a pale mark made in pen. If you look at it closely, you'll see it said, “You took it off.” I couldn't believe it. When we moved in, there was a compact sticker in the shape of a hand with fur stuck to the basement wall. My dad or mom must have taken it off because it wasn't there anymore. The ghosts didn't like it, so they found a way to tell us about it.
One of the photos we took with my camera actually moved. It wasn't a recorded video, just a photo. It moved, revealing the approaching shadow and the increasingly foggy air. Another photo showed a blue tarp hanging, as always. But another photo of the same tarp showed the tarp hanging from one strand.
I took a photo of the wall and it came out on my computer and camera as a close-up face, showing the nose and eyes. It was a gray and slightly see-through face.
The last thing that happened was that my cousin took a flashlight and shined it on a white piece of paper. She took out the flashlight and put it back. A quarter of the newspaper was missing. Later that week, I was sitting at my computer downstairs and I heard the voice of an aged woman calling out, “Bradley, Bradley, Bradley!”
Please tell me what you think. Are there ghosts in my basement?
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Blonde in the mirror
ANDit all started at my cousin's birthday party, when I was 11 years aged, we went to my cousin's room and started playing, and about 20 minutes later I looked in my cousin's full length mirror and saw a little girl with blonde hair and a white dress. She looked about 7 years aged. I know I saw something because I was the only one with blonde hair and her hair looked white.
After leaving the bedroom, I asked my uncle if something bad had happened in this house long ago. He had a really weird look on his face and told me it was a very aged house and then asked “what did you see?” I told him about the little girl, he told me he wouldn't hurt me. That night I was too scared to stay the night, so I went home.
Since then I have not been theirs. I'm 13 now and I had to go there to aid my cousin and uncle move because he couldn't pay the rent. So when we got there I asked my cousin if she had seen a ghost recently, she said no, so we helped them pack their beds. We were getting ready to leave, me and my cousin were in her room and the mirror was still there. I saw that little girl again. But this time she waved at me and I waved back. My cousin saw me and asked “what are you doing?” I said goodbye to the little girl… The cousin smiled and we left.
I'm so elated they've moved away, but I'll miss the little girl. When I tell anyone about this, they say I'm crazy. But those who have had this happen to them know what I'm talking about.