I never felt alone, I know why now!/u/AbleOperation6283

The Paranormal | January 7, 2023

I never felt alone, I know why now!/u/AbleOperation6283

I never felt alone and now I know why

I (24f) grew up in a a 4 bedroom country house I always believed to be haunted. It was a 4 bedroom, double story house with plenty of garden space for me and my 2 siblings to play in (me 7, sister 9 and brother 13). Since I was young, I remember my family mentioning my sleep walking, I never woke up in strange places or remember being startled awake, yet I can recall this being discussed well into my adulthood.

My siblings, being older, always tried to scare me with the idea of our house being haunted. They told me stories of Mrs Maisel that died in the house and like to abduct little misbehaving girls. Being the youngest I believed every word and "tried" to be the best behaving little the girl in the house so she would take my sister instead.

When my parents started mentioning strange things happening in the house, I assumed it was Mrs Maisel and told them so. Taps in the siblings shared bathroom would open at night, the baby gate for our Yorkies would be opened at the top of the stairs etc. Small things would occur that my parents would eventually blame on me and sleepwalking as my door would be the only one open during their findings.

Everything seemed innocent enough until my sister (10 at that time) said she was was pushed down the stairs one night while going to the loo. Our shared bathroom was across a small hall past the stairs. She luckily didn't suffer major injuries (just her right arm broken) but she also didn't see who had done it. Because of my sleepwalking and my brother sleeping in the downstairs living room that night, it was assumed that it was me.

These are the main instances I remember as at the age of around 13, we moved into an apartment in the city and everything paranormal quieted down. I was sharing a room with my older sister that demanded to have some light in the room (the bathroom across) to be able to sleep.

My brother and sister moved out eventually to study and start their lives. By the time I turned 18, my parents started going through a divorce and my mother and I stayed in the flat as it was close to the uni I wanted to attend.

I decided and applied to study psychology. I qualified for a partial scholarship that also covered half of the rent. Year 1-3 I used that money to help my mom out with rent. Year 4 was pretty stressful for me, I broke up with my first serious bf, I started going out more with friends spending less time with my mom, the result was that I started to fail some of my subjects having to get a part time job to pay for re-takes.

It was during this time that my mom would accuse me of doing things I knew couldn't be true. Again like at the previous house, I was apparently opening and not shutting drawers, I was leaving taps open, I was leaving the fridge door open, etc. I don't remember any of these things. I felt gaslit at this point and wanted to prove to her how insane this sounded. I made a big deal about sticking tape from one side of my door frame to the other at ankle height. If I were to sleepwalk across this, I would either trip or break the tape I thought.

The next morning I wake up and look at the doorway first thing, the tape was intact. I looked at my phone and saw that it was past 9 am, my mom didn't wake me up for class. I stepped over the tape and went to her room. As soon as I opened her door I could smell gas, it was winter and she had a gas heater in her room. I phoned emergency services and she was revived. After she came home she started dropping hints that it must've been me, sleepwalking, trying to kill her. I mentally gave up at this point, knowing I was innocent, looking for a new apartment.

I found a place very close to campus although it wasn't looked after very well. I had to spend a small fortune to scrub that place up and down to even be livable. As I was nearing the end of my 4th year, I knew I had to repeat some subjects next year and I had to find a second part time job to cover the difference of my scholarship.

I started bartending at night, closing off and being home at 3am. My 9 am classes were difficult, but I made it work. Life was hectic but peaceful for the first 6 months. On the 7ish month of independence I started falling off the wagon. I went out more, dated more and started experimenting with substances. I started missing classes by prioritizing events, friends or recovery from hangovers above all else.

I started sleepwalking again and would wake up to open taps, the fridge emptied onto the floor, the cupboards open and bruises all over my body. I always thought the bruises on my body were proof of the destructive sleepwalking, so I never mentioned it to my family as a child. Now, my adult self had difficulty rationalizing finger grip bruises on my upper arms and skin-breaking scratches on my legs.

I started going to a psychologist after I experienced hallucinations of moving shadows. I would feel awake, yet my shadow would be moving on the wall across my bed. My apartment would be ransacked by the time my alarm would go off and I would wake up with new bruises. I just couldn't deal with anything at this point and everything felt out of control.

One night the bar closed particularly late due to friends of the owner staying behind buying the staff drinks. I got home around 5am and decided to disable my alarms for the next day as I would sleep in. I sat on my bed when I had an idea, why not pour baby powder on my floor to see my sleepwalking in action the next day. Drunken thoughts led to drunken action, my floor was plastered with baby powder from the kitchen to the foot of my bed.

I woke up the next morning forgetting about the dumb plan I had made and just looked at the baby powder mess from my bed. The only steps made were my own at that moment while thinking about the mess I had to clean. As soon as I stepped out of my bedroom, I saw the disaster in the kitchen. All the cupboards were open, the pots pans were on the floor, the fridge was open and the stove plates were on (luckilyelectricand not gas).

I know what psychosis is and I don't want to mention my experience to anyone, but I know I didn't cause the strangulation marks on my neck or the scratches on my arms. I am almost a psychologist but I believe my shadow is haunted. I feel asif it feeds on my despair and if nothing is done, it will kill me.

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[link] [comments]I never felt alone and now I know why I (24f) grew up in a a 4 bedroom country house I always believed to be haunted. It was a 4 bedroom, double story house with plenty of garden space for me and my 2 siblings to play in (me 7, sister 9 and brother 13). Since I was young, I remember my family mentioning my sleep walking, I never woke up in strange places or remember being startled awake, yet I can recall this being discussed well into my adulthood. My siblings, being older, always tried to scare me with the idea of our house being haunted. They told me stories of Mrs Maisel that died in the house and like to abduct little misbehaving girls. Being the youngest I believed every word and "tried" to be the best behaving little the girl in the house so she would take my sister instead. When my parents started mentioning strange things happening in the house, I assumed it was Mrs Maisel and told them so. Taps in the siblings shared bathroom would open at night, the baby gate for our Yorkies would be opened at the top of the stairs etc. Small things would occur that my parents would eventually blame on me and sleepwalking as my door would be the only one open during their findings. Everything seemed innocent enough until my sister (10 at that time) said she was was pushed down the stairs one night while going to the loo. Our shared bathroom was across a small hall past the stairs. She luckily didn't suffer major injuries (just her right arm broken) but she also didn't see who had done it. Because of my sleepwalking and my brother sleeping in the downstairs living room that night, it was assumed that it was me. These are the main instances I remember as at the age of around 13, we moved into an apartment in the city and everything paranormal quieted down. I was sharing a room with my older sister that demanded to have some light in the room (the bathroom across) to be able to sleep. My brother and sister moved out eventually to study and start their lives. By the time I turned 18, my parents started going through a divorce and my mother and I stayed in the flat as it was close to the uni I wanted to attend. I decided and applied to study psychology. I qualified for a partial scholarship that also covered half of the rent. Year 1-3 I used that money to help my mom out with rent. Year 4 was pretty stressful for me, I broke up with my first serious bf, I started going out more with friends spending less time with my mom, the result was that I started to fail some of my subjects having to get a part time job to pay for re-takes. It was during this time that my mom would accuse me of doing things I knew couldn't be true. Again like at the previous house, I was apparently opening and not shutting drawers, I was leaving taps open, I was leaving the fridge door open, etc. I don't remember any of these things. I felt gaslit at this point and wanted to prove to her how insane this sounded. I made a big deal about sticking tape from one side of my door frame to the other at ankle height. If I were to sleepwalk across this, I would either trip or break the tape I thought. The next morning I wake up and look at the doorway first thing, the tape was intact. I looked at my phone and saw that it was past 9 am, my mom didn't wake me up for class. I stepped over the tape and went to her room. As soon as I opened her door I could smell gas, it was winter and she had a gas heater in her room. I phoned emergency services and she was revived. After she came home she started dropping hints that it must've been me, sleepwalking, trying to kill her. I mentally gave up at this point, knowing I was innocent, looking for a new apartment. I found a place very close to campus although it wasn't looked after very well. I had to spend a small fortune to scrub that place up and down to even be livable. As I was nearing the end of my 4th year, I knew I had to repeat some subjects next year and I had to find a second part time job to cover the difference of my scholarship. I started bartending at night, closing off and being home at 3am. My 9 am classes were difficult, but I made it work. Life was hectic but peaceful for the first 6 months. On the 7ish month of independence I started falling off the wagon. I went out more, dated more and started experimenting with substances. I started missing classes by prioritizing events, friends or recovery from hangovers above all else. I started sleepwalking again and would wake up to open taps, the fridge emptied onto the floor, the cupboards open and bruises all over my body. I always thought the bruises on my body were proof of the destructive sleepwalking, so I never mentioned it to my family as a child. Now, my adult self had difficulty rationalizing finger grip bruises on my upper arms and skin-breaking scratches on my legs. I started going to a psychologist after I experienced hallucinations of moving shadows. I would feel awake, yet my shadow would be moving on the wall across my bed. My apartment would be ransacked by the time my alarm would go off and I would wake up with new bruises. I just couldn't deal with anything at this point and everything felt out of control. One night the bar closed particularly late due to friends of the owner staying behind buying the staff drinks. I got home around 5am and decided to disable my alarms for the next day as I would sleep in. I sat on my bed when I had an idea, why not pour baby powder on my floor to see my sleepwalking in action the next day. Drunken thoughts led to drunken action, my floor was plastered with baby powder from the kitchen to the foot of my bed. I woke up the next morning forgetting about the dumb plan I had made and just looked at the baby powder mess from my bed. The only steps made were my own at that moment while thinking about the mess I had to clean. As soon as I stepped out of my bedroom, I saw the disaster in the kitchen. All the cupboards were open, the pots pans were on the floor, the fridge was open and the stove plates were on (luckilyelectricand not gas). I know what psychosis is and I don't want to mention my experience to anyone, but I know I didn't cause the strangulation marks on my neck or the scratches on my arms. I am almost a psychologist but I believe my shadow is haunted. I feel asif it feeds on my despair and if nothing is done, it will kill me. submitted by /u/AbleOperation6283 [link] [comments]

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