Hello, my name’s Kal. I’m no stranger to the paranormal, but all the ghost stuff usually happened when I was with my friend—she had a spirit attached to her. So, I wasn’t expecting anything ghost-related to happen to me.
Well, back in 2018, I was living in this shared house where you rented a room. The house had four levels, I and one other stayed on the very bottom of the home. From my understanding, no one else experienced anything paranormal, and this was the only time I had a run-in with a spirit while living there.
To quickly explain the layout of my room; it was square shaped, and when you first walked in, to your left was the closet—which was along the same wall at the door. I had my bed up against the opposite wall of the closet. I had other bits of furniture strewn out, but that’s where my bed was located—the furthest point away from the door, this is important to the story.
Anyway, I was heavily depressed, so I would remain in my room most days—only coming out when I took a shower, or was cooking food. It was around 3pm, maybe earlier, I can’t quite remember. I had just woken up from a nap and had my back facing the rest of the room—I was looking at the wall, doing my usual brooding when I woke up from a nap.
Suddenly, I felt something push down on my bed. Like, fully but slowly pushed down. It was enough for my body to shift, which made me roll over to see who the hell was in my bedroom. But… there was no one there. I remember looking down at where, I assumed, the bed was pushed down, and there on the sheets were two indentations of hands. I remember staring at them, not fully computing what I was looking at.
Once I realize what I was looking at, I freaked out and scrambled off of my bed. The logical side of my brain was telling me someone was pulling a prank, so I went to check outside of my room—we had a little space where our bathroom, fridge, and some other pieces of furniture were located. I thought that maybe if a person had done this, they ran out of my room in the few milliseconds it took for me to roll over.
I wasn’t sure how, I mean, I was the furthest point away from the door. Not to mention, the floor was that cheap, fake wood that makes a lot of sound when you walk on it. Anyway, while I was trying to find an explanation for how a human could physically leave the room, I went to turn my door knob, only to notice it was locked.
I then thought that maybe they were in my closet. So I checked it, but again, nothing. I was absolutely baffled, I think I just didn’t want to accept that something paranormal was behind this. I tried to think of every logical explanation for what could’ve done this, but nothing made sense.
I know for a fact I wasn’t still asleep, nor was I in that in-between state of waking up and still being asleep, so couldn’t have been dreaming. Nothing fell on my bed, there was nothing on the floor when I went to check outside of my room. Not to Mention, what caused the hand indentations? Nothing I thought of made sense, other than this being yet another paranormal experience—something I thought I had escaped when my best friend and I moved to separate cities.
Eventually, I just accepted that whatever attached itself to her was now with me. But nothing like that ever happened again. I lived there for another few years without any incident. I still have no logical explanation for that, and I’ll never forget it.
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[link] [comments]Hello, my name’s Kal. I’m no stranger to the paranormal, but all the ghost stuff usually happened when I was with my friend—she had a spirit attached to her. So, I wasn’t expecting anything ghost-related to happen to me. Well, back in 2018, I was living in this shared house where you rented a room. The house had four levels, I and one other stayed on the very bottom of the home. From my understanding, no one else experienced anything paranormal, and this was the only time I had a run-in with a spirit while living there. To quickly explain the layout of my room; it was square shaped, and when you first walked in, to your left was the closet—which was along the same wall at the door. I had my bed up against the opposite wall of the closet. I had other bits of furniture strewn out, but that’s where my bed was located—the furthest point away from the door, this is important to the story. Anyway, I was heavily depressed, so I would remain in my room most days—only coming out when I took a shower, or was cooking food. It was around 3pm, maybe earlier, I can’t quite remember. I had just woken up from a nap and had my back facing the rest of the room—I was looking at the wall, doing my usual brooding when I woke up from a nap. Suddenly, I felt something push down on my bed. Like, fully but slowly pushed down. It was enough for my body to shift, which made me roll over to see who the hell was in my bedroom. But… there was no one there. I remember looking down at where, I assumed, the bed was pushed down, and there on the sheets were two indentations of hands. I remember staring at them, not fully computing what I was looking at. Once I realize what I was looking at, I freaked out and scrambled off of my bed. The logical side of my brain was telling me someone was pulling a prank, so I went to check outside of my room—we had a little space where our bathroom, fridge, and some other pieces of furniture were located. I thought that maybe if a person had done this, they ran out of my room in the few milliseconds it took for me to roll over. I wasn’t sure how, I mean, I was the furthest point away from the door. Not to mention, the floor was that cheap, fake wood that makes a lot of sound when you walk on it. Anyway, while I was trying to find an explanation for how a human could physically leave the room, I went to turn my door knob, only to notice it was locked. I then thought that maybe they were in my closet. So I checked it, but again, nothing. I was absolutely baffled, I think I just didn’t want to accept that something paranormal was behind this. I tried to think of every logical explanation for what could’ve done this, but nothing made sense. I know for a fact I wasn’t still asleep, nor was I in that in-between state of waking up and still being asleep, so couldn’t have been dreaming. Nothing fell on my bed, there was nothing on the floor when I went to check outside of my room. Not to Mention, what caused the hand indentations? Nothing I thought of made sense, other than this being yet another paranormal experience—something I thought I had escaped when my best friend and I moved to separate cities. Eventually, I just accepted that whatever attached itself to her was now with me. But nothing like that ever happened again. I lived there for another few years without any incident. I still have no logical explanation for that, and I’ll never forget it. submitted by /u/kalzorah [link] [comments]
