So it’s 2 am, I’m very tired right now, procrastinating going to sleep, so apologies if this post is incoherent. I’ve never told anyone this story before, because they’d probably think I’m crazy. I myself am atheist, though this memory sure raises some doubts.
I’ve decided to believe it was hallucinations caused by anxiety, since at the time I had terrible social anxiety, along with generalized anxiety disorder. It was also during the same year my depression came on suddenly and hard. My parents divorced. My mom moved into an apartment, and I spent every other weekend at the old house with my dad.
Now, this was in 8th grade, and I remember middle school was when the vast majority of my nightmares were about demons and ghosts. So that would also have raised my anxiety surrounding that.
So probably the easiest thing to dismiss was one weekend, I saw a tall dark shadow moving out of the corner of my eye. Another time, as I was getting into bed, I saw a bald, white man, walk towards the wall, only for a split second. Those are whatever, people see things out of the corner of their eye all the time.
Whenever my dad was out of the house, and I was sitting in the bedroom upstairs, I would constantly hear footsteps downstairs. If I went downstairs to look, nothing would be there, and the sound would stop. I go back up and into the bedroom, and I would hear it again.
You know the cracking sound of settling? I would hear it relatively frequently at night.
Ok, so now I’ll describe the Big Night that absolutely terrified me. My dad was out of the house, and I was in bed upstairs trying to sleep. I heard that cracking sound nonstop, every few seconds. Then, I started hearing the very distinct “click” of the plastic cap of the string on the curtains hitting against the wall. It was very regular. Like it was tapping the wall once per second. At that point I was getting very anxious, and I put on my headphones and started listening to music to calm down.
At the time, I used tumblr, so I was also scrolling through that. Suddenly, a chill went down my spine, and I got a very strong feeling that I was being watched (I think this was because I subconsciously heard the garage door open, because my dad did come in the room a few minutes later, but I’ll get to that).
Anyways, chills down my spine, feeling of being watched. Soon after that, I started hearing talking through my music. I couldn’t make out any words. It was a man’s voice, just sort of talking normally. First, I closed tumblr in case it was an ad or something on there, but it didn’t stop. Then, I closed the music app. It still didn’t stop. A second or so after I stopped the music, the voice turned deep and angry and honestly demonic, and was yelling. At that point I ripped my headphones off, ducked under the blankets, and started hyperventilating. Maybe a minute later, my dad ran in the room asking what’s wrong. I just told him I didn’t hear the garage door open and thought someone broke in the house. I didn’t want to say I was hearing voices.
Something like that has never happened to me since. A month or two later, my dad moved into an apartment, and I never had to go back to that house again, thank god. Although in one bedroom in my mom’s apartment, if I’m in it at night, I would constantly hear footsteps from the kitchen downstairs. But nothing extreme ever happened like in the original house. And now she’s moved out of that and bought her own condo, so I’m completely free of haunting paranoia, haha
I’m just sharing this because I’m curious what someone who believes in hauntings has to say about my story.
Oh, and another experience that I can’t explain: in 6th grade, I heard the future. Though it’s actually a pretty boring story. I had a male bus driver in the morning, and a female bus driver in the afternoon. One morning, I was on the bus, and suddenly heard my afternoon, female bus driver yell “Hey!” I looked around, but no one had reacted to it. And I double checked the driver, it was definitely the male one.
That afternoon, I was on the bus home with the female driver. At one point a girl on the bus screamed, and the bus driver yelled “Hey!” And it was exactly the same as the yell I had heard that morning.
The first story, I can mostly write off as anxiety induced, but I have no idea how to explain this one. The memory is so vivid, I am certain that I’m remembering it right
I should probably go to sleep now… I should really work on going to bed at a decent hour more, lmao
Sorry about this being so long. I like to ramble sometimes when I’m tired
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[link] [comments]So it’s 2 am, I’m very tired right now, procrastinating going to sleep, so apologies if this post is incoherent. I’ve never told anyone this story before, because they’d probably think I’m crazy. I myself am atheist, though this memory sure raises some doubts. I’ve decided to believe it was hallucinations caused by anxiety, since at the time I had terrible social anxiety, along with generalized anxiety disorder. It was also during the same year my depression came on suddenly and hard. My parents divorced. My mom moved into an apartment, and I spent every other weekend at the old house with my dad. Now, this was in 8th grade, and I remember middle school was when the vast majority of my nightmares were about demons and ghosts. So that would also have raised my anxiety surrounding that. So probably the easiest thing to dismiss was one weekend, I saw a tall dark shadow moving out of the corner of my eye. Another time, as I was getting into bed, I saw a bald, white man, walk towards the wall, only for a split second. Those are whatever, people see things out of the corner of their eye all the time. Whenever my dad was out of the house, and I was sitting in the bedroom upstairs, I would constantly hear footsteps downstairs. If I went downstairs to look, nothing would be there, and the sound would stop. I go back up and into the bedroom, and I would hear it again. You know the cracking sound of settling? I would hear it relatively frequently at night. Ok, so now I’ll describe the Big Night that absolutely terrified me. My dad was out of the house, and I was in bed upstairs trying to sleep. I heard that cracking sound nonstop, every few seconds. Then, I started hearing the very distinct “click” of the plastic cap of the string on the curtains hitting against the wall. It was very regular. Like it was tapping the wall once per second. At that point I was getting very anxious, and I put on my headphones and started listening to music to calm down. At the time, I used tumblr, so I was also scrolling through that. Suddenly, a chill went down my spine, and I got a very strong feeling that I was being watched (I think this was because I subconsciously heard the garage door open, because my dad did come in the room a few minutes later, but I’ll get to that). Anyways, chills down my spine, feeling of being watched. Soon after that, I started hearing talking through my music. I couldn’t make out any words. It was a man’s voice, just sort of talking normally. First, I closed tumblr in case it was an ad or something on there, but it didn’t stop. Then, I closed the music app. It still didn’t stop. A second or so after I stopped the music, the voice turned deep and angry and honestly demonic, and was yelling. At that point I ripped my headphones off, ducked under the blankets, and started hyperventilating. Maybe a minute later, my dad ran in the room asking what’s wrong. I just told him I didn’t hear the garage door open and thought someone broke in the house. I didn’t want to say I was hearing voices. Something like that has never happened to me since. A month or two later, my dad moved into an apartment, and I never had to go back to that house again, thank god. Although in one bedroom in my mom’s apartment, if I’m in it at night, I would constantly hear footsteps from the kitchen downstairs. But nothing extreme ever happened like in the original house. And now she’s moved out of that and bought her own condo, so I’m completely free of haunting paranoia, haha I’m just sharing this because I’m curious what someone who believes in hauntings has to say about my story. Oh, and another experience that I can’t explain: in 6th grade, I heard the future. Though it’s actually a pretty boring story. I had a male bus driver in the morning, and a female bus driver in the afternoon. One morning, I was on the bus, and suddenly heard my afternoon, female bus driver yell “Hey!” I looked around, but no one had reacted to it. And I double checked the driver, it was definitely the male one. That afternoon, I was on the bus home with the female driver. At one point a girl on the bus screamed, and the bus driver yelled “Hey!” And it was exactly the same as the yell I had heard that morning. The first story, I can mostly write off as anxiety induced, but I have no idea how to explain this one. The memory is so vivid, I am certain that I’m remembering it right I should probably go to sleep now… I should really work on going to bed at a decent hour more, lmao Sorry about this being so long. I like to ramble sometimes when I’m tired submitted by /u/OneGold7 [link] [comments]
