Haunted EXPERIENCES pt. 1

I’ve got a pretty good fair share of my own personal experiences with spirits and what goes bump in the night. I’ve dealt with negative and parasitical entities and I’ve had curious and harmless spirits haunt homes and even items I have owned.
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I have talked about some of these experiences within my personal life story, as many of the traumatic events I had endured began when my father’s attachment took hold of him. This was one of the darkest times of my life… and sometimes it is still a bit difficult to talk about, as I even still to this day question my own sanity with some of the paranormal experiences I had.

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When I was about 12 years old, I was sitting in my room and playing Zelda on my old Sega Genesis. In this game you would enter in your name and when the characters talked, they beeped. However, while they were talking, I heard my name as it was spelling out on the screen. At first it startled me, and I had to do a double take – Was that from the game? Within seconds I heard it again. A little freaked out, I turned off the game, and yet again, I heard my name. It was soft whisper in a woman’s voice. I ran out of my room and into the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of water, freaking out and thinking I was going crazy, and one last time, I heard my name again.
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I sat outside my house until my dad came home and, in a panic, had told him what happened. He was all into the paranormal and got excited, thinking we had a ghost. I personally thought I was going nuts because I was hearing voices. I knew it wasn’t in my head, as it sounded like someone was right beside me, whispering my name, but I knew that it was impossible because I was home alone.

I confided in a close friend of mine who came from a strong Christian family – you know, church every Sunday, prayers before dinner, bible night with the family… I had gone to church with her a few times during sleep overs, and the Pastor of her church happened to live next door, so she set up a meeting for me to talk to him. I explained what happened and he said I was probably stressed and to think nothing of it. However, I was convinced that it wasn’t my own mind playing tricks on me and asked what I could do if it did happen to be a spirit. He told me to recite a prayer, “In the name of Jesus Christ, leave me alone” if I had ever experienced it again.

A few months had gone by and nothing was experienced again, other than a few strange dreams I would have of something chasing me. When it caught up to me, it would just scare the living crap out of me but wouldn’t touch me. When it would scare me, it would breathe me in, like it was feeding off my fear. These were just dreams though, and while I was still pretty young, I tried to use my logical mind to convince myself that they were simply just dreams.

My father would claim that he started to experience some strange things, such as cold spots, seeing the fan in his room levitate, and hangers in his closet thrash about. I didn’t believe him because I knew he was a bit of an exaggerator and was always overly enthusiastic about the paranormal.

We ended up moving to a new home a short while later, and it was almost instantly that I started to experience more unexplainable things happen. Posters that were tacked on the wall would fall off. I remember the first time it happened, I put it back on and messed with it, testing to see if maybe I didn’t fasten it correctly the first time, and it was on there pretty good, so when it kept happening, I knew that it meant I wasn’t alone. Shortly after a feeling of dread would follow, of feeling that I was obviously not alone, but that whatever was there, was not good and it did not like me. It was like a feeling of intimidation, that this thing was glaring at me and it was incredibly uncomfortable. I would recite the prayer the pastor had told me, but it didn’t work, that feeling would still be there, so I convinced myself that I must be going crazy.

I had a friend over and she was helping me get my chores done so we could go outside and hang out. I was in my bedroom, and she was downstairs in my living room. I heard her scream and so I ran to her, and she was pale white, sitting on the couch, literally like she had just seen a ghost. I asked her what happened, and she said a cold gust of wind had pushed her onto the couch. She never came back after that. A few other of my friends had some experiences as well – hearing voices, feeling cold drafts, having a feeling that something was watching them and they all claimed my house was haunted. With hearing this from them, it made me realize that I might not be crazy after all…

My grandmother had visited me for a few days and brought her dog along. Her dog would not stop barking, at nothing, and her hair was standing straight up on her back like she was going to attack whatever she was barking at. My grandmother mentioned that she also felt something pretty eerie and that we might have a haunting. She said she knew of someone who did home cleansings and would have them come out to cleanse our house.

When the home cleansing took place, I was sent to a friends house while it was being done. Afterwards, when I came back home, I was told “Poof, it is gone just like that.” Well… as soon as I stepped foot inside the house, it felt as if the air was so thick and heavy, that I was being pushed down – like you’re walking in high elevation and your knees start to tremble from the added weight of gravity.

To be continued…

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Submissions

Below are stories that were submitted by others. I have not edited or altered their stories in any way. If you would like to share your experience, please fill out the form.

​When I was 19 years old my little sister and I contacted her father Robert from the other side. The intent was to provide her some relief from her grief. She’s a Scorpio, I’m a Scorpio and her father Robert was a Scorpio as well.

I was guided to bring his photo, his beanie and light a candle. We held hands and called his spirit to us. The first confirmation was several dogs started to bark in our neighborhood. The second was the horrible feeling in my stomach. And the third was when I opened my eyes and saw him inside my sister. His face and eyes in place of hers. As she opened her eyes and looked at me I knew she was seeing her father in me too. But his spirit was heavy and dark. It was not of the light it made my head spin.

I knew at that moment we screwed up and should not have called his spirit to us. It seemed like it took an eternity to remove his entity from us.

Finally after breaking my hands from hers I felt a little relief. I felt terror and fear so strongly from that connection. And then I thought back. Robert had done some serious black magic when he was alive. Whenever he drank he turned into a devil and must have had an attachment. He would beat my mother up.

They both were addicted to meth and dabbled in the dark arts. The things that happened to our animals and the home were dark and unnatural. Pillows catching on fire, tapestries floating in the air, animals passing.

Many years later they had my brother Robert James. They both got clean and sober beforehand. This was my Moms 6th child. They were actually happy. He was born 09/14. He passed of crib death on 12/14. I never got to see my brother alive. But I know his spirit is of the light and is with me a lot.

They both were so heartbroken they got hooked back on the drugs to numb the pain. They split up. My step Dad was high and got arrested 3 years later. He resisted arrest and was put in a choke hold by the police. He was not revived for 15 minutes. He was alive but brain dead. He passed on 06/06/1996.

Generational curses are no joke. My sister is also addicted to meth. She hasn’t been sober for 6 years and prior to that many more years. All of her cousins and uncle but one have passed from meth related deaths.

This specific situation stopped me from trusting mediumship gifts out of fear. I’d advise that you only contact spirits of ‘unconditional love and light’! Even if they are someone you loved. I’m finally back to trusting this gift.

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​Being touched by spirit.

Over my 38 years I’ve had 25 people pass away that I loved. And a few of those close ancestors have visited me many times.

They send me signs in nature nearly everyday. Feathers, their favorite songs, their initials and dates of birth, heart clouds, my favorite raptors and butterflies. The signs bring me peace and hope that there truly is an afterlife.

I’ve been touched by spirit multiple times. My grandma Janice was in the hospital in her last days in a coma. I held her hand for a long time and felt energy transfer form her hand to mine. She passed from cancer when I was 17. My mom took care of her and we lived in her house till she crossed over. I slept in her room. One day I was reading a dream interpretation book (10,000 Dreams) in her room when something I read made me cry. I felt her wipe my tears away from my cheeks. So gently, so lovingly and it immediately brought comfort to my spirit.

Many years later in 2008, my father in law Jack Sr passed away in a motorcycle accident. He was actually riding to the hospital and they believed he had a heart attack before he wrecked. This was one of those out of the blue passings. I remember being in shock and had to tell my husband his father passed. It was tragic. I wanted to commemorate him. So a few days later I made a picture slide show showing him at his best for his services. Playing with our daughter, the apple of his eye his Granbaby. I started to cry and he did the same thing, he touched the tears on my cheeks. I felt so much energy running through my body.

They did live on. And I’m I can’t imagine not having them to watch my back! I can’t imagine not getting signs from them in the dimension they now reside.

Both stories are submitted by Raquell - Oak View, Ca, US