1/5/2009 10:22 AM
posted awhile ago
Re:True Horror
Great thread idea! I'm a big fan of shows like Paranormal State on A&E, Ghosthunters and the like. Mostly because I've had some paranormal experiences I can't explain. As a younger kid I suffered from frequent (probably about once a month) vivid deja-vu, reoccurring dreams/nightmares that seemed to herald an event in nearly every instance, and a few possibly paranormal encounters. I have to say, I am more skeptic than believer but there have been two main 'encounters' I can't explain...
The first was when I was about 17. I was still in highschool, living with my parents just outside Chicago in a house they had bought when I was 5. My room was on the top floor, halfway down the hallway and up the stairs to the left. My parents room was across the hallway and a little closer to the stairs. Keep this in mind...
Anyways, I believe it was around October/November. I know it was fall. I was home alone, which I was fairly frequently. I had a dog at the time, a very very mild mannered Sheltie who I only had seen act aggressive once in her ten years, and that was when my friend and I were play wrestling and she thought he was trying to hurt me. She promptly lunged for his throat, and tore his mitten off his hand and ripped his coat. Any other time, she would only growl at UPS trucks and chase squirrels.
I was watching TV downstairs in a room towards the back of the house. The night was a very eerie night in general. The moon was full or close to it, the trees were bare and the sky was a creepy purple like you generally only see on TV, with thin whispy clouds interrupting the moon on occasion. I kept getting a feeling that I wasn't alone. It nagged and nagged me. My dog wasn't with me, which was unusual for her. I used to let her up on the couch to watch TV with me when my parents weren't around, and she always took advantage of that (smart dog!).
I got up to go look for her, and she was in the downstairs hallway staring towards the front door. She was staring kind of blankly and inquisitively, almost in a trance. I went to touch her back to interrupt her stare, and she immediately bristled and braced herself. She took a step back towards me, and started a low growl/whine. I put my hand on her back and she started to walk backwards towards me, growling louder. I freaked out a bit but tried to calm her.
I tried to reassure her there was nothing there, so I walked forward which seemed to calm her a bit. I was still on edge, so I decided to go upstairs and check out the upper level just to reassure myself we were alone. I walked up the fourteen stairs, made the two left turns and as I made my second left at the stop of the stairs, I witnessed the door on my room start to close slowly and then slam violently.
Freaky, but not unusual. We had large upstairs windows which stayed open almost year-round because of the house's daytime sun exposure. I walked into my room and checked the windows... sealed tight and locked. I then thought about my parents room being across the hall and knew that if their back windows were open the draft *could* push my door. Probably not that hard, but you never know. Their windows were sealed tight as well. I looked outside to see if there was a wind, and the night was still as death itself. The dry leaves weren't even rustling. There wasn't a bird chirping or any noise at all... unusual in our area.
I promptly scooped up my dog, got in my mom's car and drove to my friend's house, breaking my curfew and house rules. When I showed up at my friend's, I was visibly white and shaking apparently. Later, years after moving out of that house, I would find out from my dad after my second experience (which I'll write out below) that the house's previous owners were a single mother and her two very troubled sons. Apparently, in my room he had found knife holes in the walls with deep red stains in wall board under the paint. He also found evidence of occult activities, and apparently the sons had tried numerous times to kill each other, themselves and their mother. Neighbors wouldn't even talk about the family hardly, except to say they were glad they no longer lived there.
My second experience was at our house here in Michigan. I was home alone again, this time for a week, as my parents were preparing to sell the house. It was a fairly new house, no weird history. Anyways, my dad had been packing up boxes in the furnace room where his workshop was. I needed some tape or something, and walked into his downstairs office and went to push the door open into the furnace room, but it only opened about 1/2". I thought it was jammed so I pushed harder and I felt something *very* heavy slide about 3", just enough to crack the door and peer into the dark room.
I couldn't see anything blocking the door, but as my eyes adjusted I realized what it was. My dad had a tower of about four large boxes, each completely filled with hardcover books on top of a wood cabinet. Each box probably weighed at least 20lbs. Somehow, the *entire* stack of boxes had moved over so the boxes were almost half hanging off the shelf, still perfectly stacked and pressed firmly against the door. Here's the kicker: there is only ONE door to that room, the one they were pressed against. There is NO way this could have happened unless they were pushed up against the door from the inside.
I slept with a good sized knife next to my bed the rest of the week, needless to say! Interestingly enough, my dad also commented that his collection of antique guns had been messed with that week in another room adjacent to that one...
I'm looking forward to hearing some other people's experiences. I have one other one that trumps both of these by a long shot but not sure if I'm ready to share it or not...
Dr_Gor:
This discussion is open for all of you to contribute so if you have had a paranormal or "horror movie" situation happen to you I would like to hear about it! This does not have to be a ghost story! It can be an encounter with a Monster like Bigfoot or The Lochness Monster or a giant Black Leopard or with a psychopathic killer like Henry Lee Lucas or Jack the Ripper... Mine is a ghost story and I will share it with you now...
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