Hello redditors of r/Paranormal, as I promised in a comment on a previous post about credible hauntings, I will now be sharing my own personal story about paranormal experiences at my home, in my family, which date back years. I am sorry it took a couple of days, I am having chills writing and remembering all of this, and I am a 23 year old male.
I won't be exaggerating things that actually happened, so if you are expecting something the likes of Conjuring, I'm sorry. What you will hear now is 100 percent true. So here goes.
I believe that, for a number of years my family home, built in the 1960s by my grandparents from my father's side, has been haunted by several different paranormal entities over the course of decades, just because of major differences between the happenings themselves. It's a two-story house, with my parents and I sleeping on the second floor, and my sister and grandparents sleeping on the first floor.
For me however, this began around 15 years ago. My older sister was the first one afflicted. In a short span of time, she began having constant sleep paralysis experiences, which I know aren't scientifically related to anything paranormal, but the folklore of my country relates them to a specific entity, known as a 'Darkman' for lack of a better translation to English, what you might call a 'sleep paralysis demon', often thought of as a mischievous and perhaps even evil spirit behind this.
At first nothing was thought of it, but these became so frequent it was starting to weird my parents out, as well as myself and my sister. Soon more things started happening in addition to this, like her waking up in the middle of the night, with something invisible pulling on her long hair, causing her to freak out and call out for grandma, who, with lightning speed ran over with a bottle of holy water, sprayed the place and prayed with my sister. Another time this happened, whatever was playing with her hair appeared to blow air into her face, freaking her out even more (grandma strikes again after this, ofc).
The most shocking thing during the beginning of these happenings came when my mother, my sister and I were all in our living room watching TV, when suddenly, from a fully awake state, my sister shifted into the state of sleep paralysis. It took a couple of seconds for my mom and me to realize what was happening, when we noticed her shaking with her eyes open on the sofa, struggling to let out a sound. When she finally woke up, she let out a blood curdling scream, crying and yelling at my mom and myself, "It got me! It got me! Why didn't you help me?!". She was visibly shook and pale, my grandma arrived, of course, with her usual remedy, and even my father, a skeptic, walked out of my parents' bedroom, freaked out by her screams. My grandma remembered that in the local lore, if a person wants to be protected from the 'Darkman', a piece of clothing from the person's father needs to be placed on them, serving as a shield. So we tied my father's belt around her waist, and she went to sleep in my room, as she usually did when things like this happened. Still distraught and frightened, she asked me to go get her a glass of water, so I went to get some in a plastic cup from the water dispenser and give it to her. As my mom was still in the living room and my bedroom door, as well as my parents' bedroom door were open, we all witnessed this next part. As I approached my bedroom door, the plastic cup practically exploded in my hand, splitting on all sides, water bursting out of my hand. My mom got up immediately and came over, everyone looking in shock, absolutely speachless. My dad first thought that I just dropped the cup, if I remember correctly, but upon closer inspection, the cup was torn all around, in perfectly straight lines, almost as if someone cut it with a scalpel. Safe to say, not much sleeping had been done that night. Since that night, my mother and I had begun exeperiencing sleep paralysis, for her just a couple of times, and for me, until this very day. Also, nightly noises started appearing in our house, different than the house settling: moving chairs, clanking dishware, etc., mainly on the second floor, and especially when we weren't home. At one point, my grandma even searched the second floor suspecting a burglary as she heard the old wardrobe in my parents' room open in addition to the moving chairs, but when she reached the room, the wardrobe was open, but no one was there.
These incidents prompted my sister to visit our local priest. After explaining the situation, the happenings and the nature of the haunting, the priest concluded that a lost spirit, inhabiting our home, was for some reason reaching out to my sister, wanting to become known. My sister was a little relieved after this, knowing that the spirit meant no harm, she even named the spirit ‘Samuel’. Well now it was time to figure out what or who the hell ‘Samuel’ actually was. There were a couple of theories. The first one concerned when my grandma was a little girl, on her way home from school she had to pass through a cemetery every day, and one day, she saw pretty flowers on a grave, she picked them and brought them home without telling anyone. That very night, she woke up to an invisible force grabbing her by the leg, trying to drag her out of bed. She felt as if she knew that whatever was dragging her, wanted those flowers back. She woke her parents up and her mother said the same thing and they threw or returned the flowers the next morning, from that day on she knew not to take anything from a graveyard ever again. It could have been that this entity remained attached to her, and moved with her from her childhood home to our house when her and grandpa built it, since it was only a couple of houses next door. The second one was that the ghost was possibly my grandma’s father, my great-grandpa, who I hadn’t ever met. This was thought because before he died, he said to my grandma: “If I am gone, and you ever hear something moving in the attic, know that it’s me.” Coincidentally, the attic eventually became the second floor of the house, where most of the noises and the cup incident happened, it’s also worth noting that my sister and I shared my room before she moved downstairs so it could be connected somehow, I truly don’t know.
Other incidents soon followed, my mother once felt a strong press on her upper body when she was nearly sleeping, and thinking dad put his arm around her with his full weight, she asked him to move the arm. After she got no response she asked again, complaining that it was hard to breathe, she eventually had enough to the point of crying and yelled at him to stop only to realize he wasn’t even turned towards her in bed, he was turned to the other side and woke up wondering why she was screaming. She still remembers this vividly and it frightens her to this day.
I remember one night I was playing PS2 games very late, and had gone to bed without realizing I forgot to turn it off, and my LED light-up joystick remained plugged in. I woke up in the middle of the night, and the TV was off but thank god the PS2 was still working and the joystick was glowing, I couldn’t stand the darkness with all this shit going on. I remember looking at the PS2 and the light, when suddenly, the goddamn joystick unplugs itself and in an instant, total darkness and panic in the room, I wake up and run to the light switch which remained turned on the entire night.
This was soon followed by my dumb ass, once again late at night, watching TV in the living room. The stairs are connected to our 2nd floor at the very beginning of the living room, and are separated by a thin metal strip from the living room floor. In total darkness, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, I yell out to my sister, believing she is going upstairs for a drink. As I get no response I realize that there isn’t a chance in hell that my sister would be coming up the stairs without turning the light on as she never sleeps with the light off since this shit started happening, to this very day and she is almost 30 years old. I sit up at the sofa, frozen, listening to each footstep as it comes closer to the top of the stairs. Finally, I hear the metal strip on top of the stairs clanking as if someone stepped on it, and I run for the hills, or should I say for my parents’ bedroom door, frantically banging on it and screaming for them to let me in. I slept in their room for the rest of the night.
The most bizzare thing during that first round of hauntings happened during broad daylight, and it is truly unexplainable in every way. My grandpa, grandma, sister and I were all heading next door to my aunt’s house that afternoon, and my grandparents went before us as I was still doing something in my room and my sister was in the bathroom. It was always practice at our home that the last person to leave takes the key from the inside of the front door and locks it up before heading out, so I run out of the house, telling my sister that I’m going, and she replies that she won’t be far behind. I closed the door behind me, and my sister tries to come out of the house maybe half a minute after me. She reaches for the door handle and realizes that the house is locked. The goddamn house was locked from the inside, after I left, and she remained the only person in there, meaning nobody was there to lock it. She unlocked it as fast as she could and ran out after my telling me that someone locked her inside. We told everybody, we checked the locks, tried to reproduce this but it was IMPOSSIBLE. The key had to be turned 6 times for the door to be locked.
This was the last major thing from that first round I believe, it was followed by mostly noises, which we learned to live with and accepted it, as my sister accepted this ‘Samuel’ and truly no more incidents happened for a long time. At first we didn’t spread a word of this outside family and family friends, but when some time passed I told my classmates about this, and one of them actually stayed the night after my birthday as he was intrigued by the noises and wanted to hear it for himself. My sister knew this and actually tried to pull a prank on us by knocking at our door late at night after the party, and he and my other friend who was also sleeping over got scared shitless so my sister revealed herself. But the next time it happened, a couple of hours later my friend woke me up to say that something was knocking out there again. I opened the door, but this time there was nobody out there. My sister was in her room fast asleep. He kept asking me what the hell was that, and I just couldn’t give him an answer, I was scared too, but I was used to it. He never slept over again, and tells this story a lot, as well as others who have slept here.
Well that’s it for this post, it chronicles the entire first part of paranormal experiences in my family home. After we accepted things were just the way they were, it all watered down for a couple of years, and things like noises and sounds became less frequent. A few years ago, some other things started happening, but the nature of them was different, as was as the source, I believe, so I will leave that for another post, if you guys would like to hear that as well.
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[link] [comments]Hello redditors of r/Paranormal, as I promised in a comment on a previous post about credible hauntings, I will now be sharing my own personal story about paranormal experiences at my home, in my family, which date back years. I am sorry it took a couple of days, I am having chills writing and remembering all of this, and I am a 23 year old male. I won't be exaggerating things that actually happened, so if you are expecting something the likes of Conjuring, I'm sorry. What you will hear now is 100 percent true. So here goes. I believe that, for a number of years my family home, built in the 1960s by my grandparents from my father's side, has been haunted by several different paranormal entities over the course of decades, just because of major differences between the happenings themselves. It's a two-story house, with my parents and I sleeping on the second floor, and my sister and grandparents sleeping on the first floor. For me however, this began around 15 years ago. My older sister was the first one afflicted. In a short span of time, she began having constant sleep paralysis experiences, which I know aren't scientifically related to anything paranormal, but the folklore of my country relates them to a specific entity, known as a 'Darkman' for lack of a better translation to English, what you might call a 'sleep paralysis demon', often thought of as a mischievous and perhaps even evil spirit behind this. At first nothing was thought of it, but these became so frequent it was starting to weird my parents out, as well as myself and my sister. Soon more things started happening in addition to this, like her waking up in the middle of the night, with something invisible pulling on her long hair, causing her to freak out and call out for grandma, who, with lightning speed ran over with a bottle of holy water, sprayed the place and prayed with my sister. Another time this happened, whatever was playing with her hair appeared to blow air into her face, freaking her out even more (grandma strikes again after this, ofc). The most shocking thing during the beginning of these happenings came when my mother, my sister and I were all in our living room watching TV, when suddenly, from a fully awake state, my sister shifted into the state of sleep paralysis. It took a couple of seconds for my mom and me to realize what was happening, when we noticed her shaking with her eyes open on the sofa, struggling to let out a sound. When she finally woke up, she let out a blood curdling scream, crying and yelling at my mom and myself, "It got me! It got me! Why didn't you help me?!". She was visibly shook and pale, my grandma arrived, of course, with her usual remedy, and even my father, a skeptic, walked out of my parents' bedroom, freaked out by her screams. My grandma remembered that in the local lore, if a person wants to be protected from the 'Darkman', a piece of clothing from the person's father needs to be placed on them, serving as a shield. So we tied my father's belt around her waist, and she went to sleep in my room, as she usually did when things like this happened. Still distraught and frightened, she asked me to go get her a glass of water, so I went to get some in a plastic cup from the water dispenser and give it to her. As my mom was still in the living room and my bedroom door, as well as my parents' bedroom door were open, we all witnessed this next part. As I approached my bedroom door, the plastic cup practically exploded in my hand, splitting on all sides, water bursting out of my hand. My mom got up immediately and came over, everyone looking in shock, absolutely speachless. My dad first thought that I just dropped the cup, if I remember correctly, but upon closer inspection, the cup was torn all around, in perfectly straight lines, almost as if someone cut it with a scalpel. Safe to say, not much sleeping had been done that night. Since that night, my mother and I had begun exeperiencing sleep paralysis, for her just a couple of times, and for me, until this very day. Also, nightly noises started appearing in our house, different than the house settling: moving chairs, clanking dishware, etc., mainly on the second floor, and especially when we weren't home. At one point, my grandma even searched the second floor suspecting a burglary as she heard the old wardrobe in my parents' room open in addition to the moving chairs, but when she reached the room, the wardrobe was open, but no one was there. These incidents prompted my sister to visit our local priest. After explaining the situation, the happenings and the nature of the haunting, the priest concluded that a lost spirit, inhabiting our home, was for some reason reaching out to my sister, wanting to become known. My sister was a little relieved after this, knowing that the spirit meant no harm, she even named the spirit ‘Samuel’. Well now it was time to figure out what or who the hell ‘Samuel’ actually was. There were a couple of theories. The first one concerned when my grandma was a little girl, on her way home from school she had to pass through a cemetery every day, and one day, she saw pretty flowers on a grave, she picked them and brought them home without telling anyone. That very night, she woke up to an invisible force grabbing her by the leg, trying to drag her out of bed. She felt as if she knew that whatever was dragging her, wanted those flowers back. She woke her parents up and her mother said the same thing and they threw or returned the flowers the next morning, from that day on she knew not to take anything from a graveyard ever again. It could have been that this entity remained attached to her, and moved with her from her childhood home to our house when her and grandpa built it, since it was only a couple of houses next door. The second one was that the ghost was possibly my grandma’s father, my great-grandpa, who I hadn’t ever met. This was thought because before he died, he said to my grandma: “If I am gone, and you ever hear something moving in the attic, know that it’s me.” Coincidentally, the attic eventually became the second floor of the house, where most of the noises and the cup incident happened, it’s also worth noting that my sister and I shared my room before she moved downstairs so it could be connected somehow, I truly don’t know. Other incidents soon followed, my mother once felt a strong press on her upper body when she was nearly sleeping, and thinking dad put his arm around her with his full weight, she asked him to move the arm. After she got no response she asked again, complaining that it was hard to breathe, she eventually had enough to the point of crying and yelled at him to stop only to realize he wasn’t even turned towards her in bed, he was turned to the other side and woke up wondering why she was screaming. She still remembers this vividly and it frightens her to this day. I remember one night I was playing PS2 games very late, and had gone to bed without realizing I forgot to turn it off, and my LED light-up joystick remained plugged in. I woke up in the middle of the night, and the TV was off but thank god the PS2 was still working and the joystick was glowing, I couldn’t stand the darkness with all this shit going on. I remember looking at the PS2 and the light, when suddenly, the goddamn joystick unplugs itself and in an instant, total darkness and panic in the room, I wake up and run to the light switch which remained turned on the entire night. This was soon followed by my dumb ass, once again late at night, watching TV in the living room. The stairs are connected to our 2nd floor at the very beginning of the living room, and are separated by a thin metal strip from the living room floor. In total darkness, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, I yell out to my sister, believing she is going upstairs for a drink. As I get no response I realize that there isn’t a chance in hell that my sister would be coming up the stairs without turning the light on as she never sleeps with the light off since this shit started happening, to this very day and she is almost 30 years old. I sit up at the sofa, frozen, listening to each footstep as it comes closer to the top of the stairs. Finally, I hear the metal strip on top of the stairs clanking as if someone stepped on it, and I run for the hills, or should I say for my parents’ bedroom door, frantically banging on it and screaming for them to let me in. I slept in their room for the rest of the night. The most bizzare thing during that first round of hauntings happened during broad daylight, and it is truly unexplainable in every way. My grandpa, grandma, sister and I were all heading next door to my aunt’s house that afternoon, and my grandparents went before us as I was still doing something in my room and my sister was in the bathroom. It was always practice at our home that the last person to leave takes the key from the inside of the front door and locks it up before heading out, so I run out of the house, telling my sister that I’m going, and she replies that she won’t be far behind. I closed the door behind me, and my sister tries to come out of the house maybe half a minute after me. She reaches for the door handle and realizes that the house is locked. The goddamn house was locked from the inside, after I left, and she remained the only person in there, meaning nobody was there to lock it. She unlocked it as fast as she could and ran out after my telling me that someone locked her inside. We told everybody, we checked the locks, tried to reproduce this but it was IMPOSSIBLE. The key had to be turned 6 times for the door to be locked. This was the last major thing from that first round I believe, it was followed by mostly noises, which we learned to live with and accepted it, as my sister accepted this ‘Samuel’ and truly no more incidents happened for a long time. At first we didn’t spread a word of this outside family and family friends, but when some time passed I told my classmates about this, and one of them actually stayed the night after my birthday as he was intrigued by the noises and wanted to hear it for himself. My sister knew this and actually tried to pull a prank on us by knocking at our door late at night after the party, and he and my other friend who was also sleeping over got scared shitless so my sister revealed herself. But the next time it happened, a couple of hours later my friend woke me up to say that something was knocking out there again. I opened the door, but this time there was nobody out there. My sister was in her room fast asleep. He kept asking me what the hell was that, and I just couldn’t give him an answer, I was scared too, but I was used to it. He never slept over again, and tells this story a lot, as well as others who have slept here. Well that’s it for this post, it chronicles the entire first part of paranormal experiences in my family home. After we accepted things were just the way they were, it all watered down for a couple of years, and things like noises and sounds became less frequent. A few years ago, some other things started happening, but the nature of them was different, as was as the source, I believe, so I will leave that for another post, if you guys would like to hear that as well. submitted by /u/charizardmatok [link] [comments]
