Has anyone else ever dealt with a portal on their property before?/u/thebestselfsabotage

The Paranormal | January 26, 2023

Has anyone else ever dealt with a portal on their property before?/u/thebestselfsabotage

I know this is a paranormal community, so I shouldn't even really be worried about sounding crazy, but I really hope that I don't. I am going to start off with a little bit of my background first in order for everyone to see the full picture, so if this gets a little droning, I apologize in advance.

When I was 8 years old, my mother and stepfather decided that we were going to move to northern Arkansas for them to have better job opportunities. It just so happened that they chose to buy a house that was about an acre away through open fields from a late 1800's to early 1900's cemetery. There was an old abandoned hand-built church that stood on the property that was no longer in use that me and some of the neighborhood kids used to go and play in. Nothing unusual had ever happened or given me the spooks until my 9th birthday. My mom made me invite all of the girls in my class at school to my sleepover party and after we were done doing presents and everything she told all of us to go outside and play, so the first thing I wanted to do was take all of my friends over to this church house to show them around. One of the girls that was sort of a loner anyway left the group and went weaseling through the actual cemetery, which was something that my mom had told me to never do, so the girl and I wound up getting into an argument and she decided to go stomping on the graves and being disrespectful to the dead. I went and tattled, of course, so my mom made us come inside since it was getting close to dark outside anyway.

We all got ready for bed and were getting settled down in my bedroom when all of a sudden the door slammed shut by itself, which freaked all of us out and made us all scream a little, so my mom came barging through the door to see what happened and told us all to just calm down, blamed it on the air conditioning, and said we needed to get laid down. After a few moments of her walking away, we all got nestled in, but hadn't turned the lights off yet, when the door slammed shut by itself again and then started rattling/vibrating on its hinges. My mom came bursting through again to see which one of us was causing the ruckus, but we all told her what had happened again and she still didn't believe us, so she shut off the light and left the door open. Mind you, I was deathly afraid of the dark and since the other girls were there and couldn't sleep with nightlights, my mom wouldn't let me use mine; so when the door slammed shut a third time and the room was completely dark, I absolutely went berserk with sobs and panic. At that point, my mom was getting downright pissed off because she thought that it was us. She opened the door, pulled me out of the bed, told the other girls they had better get quiet before she had to start calling parents, and she made me go sleep on the couch in the pitch black while I cried into my pillow where nobody could hear me (I had gotten used to doing this since my mom always treated my night terrors with little to no empathy).

Next thing I knew, I felt something pull my covers down a little, so I got stiff as a board and peeped my head up just in time to see this black, hairy-looking, fog thing slithering back down the couch toward another bigger black, hairy-looking, fog thing it was connected to that was resting on top of the entertainment center. I was frozen in shock at this point and I couldn't make a sound until this thing had gotten halfway across the living room and was almost to the couch, then I finally let out a blood curdling screech. My stepdad finally came in this time and when he flipped on the lights, the fog thing totally vanished. I was hyperventilating and shit, so he told me to come get in bed with them. I finally got calmed down, went to sleep and everything was fine for the rest of the night.

Flash forward to the next night, everyone had gone home and it was back to my normal routine so I could get ready for school the next day. When I laid down, I felt like something was watching me so I insisted that my mom let me use my nightlight, but she wouldn't budge on the issue and finally agreed to leave the hallway light on with my door cracked instead. I did my little whimpering shit like usual, until I was finally drifting off and saw this fog thing coming towards me again, but I was too tired to wake myself back up. The dream that I had that night was one of the scariest things I've ever dreamed of in my life and it became a recurring dream for the next couple of months. I always woke up in a sweat and jolting myself up from my bed to run to my parents room. (If anyone wants to know the dream, I will share, but I'm trying to keep this as short as possible so far.) One night where the dream finally ended with me being ripped to shreds by these three little demon looking things, which hadn't happened any of the other nights, I never had that dream again, but I also have only had a handful of dreams ever since. It's like my mind decided to shut itself off from the traumatic experiences the dreams were giving me. That, or the entity decided to start hijacking my dreams from me, I'm not really sure. Needless to say, this attachment has been with me ever since, you guys.

My belongings apport and reappear in the most random obvious places (specifically keys - not just mine but people that visit as well), there's always weird noises in every house that I move to, people that I live with have witnessed it, I've gotten pictures of it (it looks like the chancellor from Star Wars and resembles a grim reaper), it throws things sometimes when it wants my attention, and it gets stronger the longer I live in one place (like if I move to a new house it weakens the entity for a while but it always manages to gain strength as it gets comfortable). It's never really done anything to harm me or anyone else per se, but it's always lurking, makes its existence very known, and gives everyone in my house the creeps. I've tried doing cleansing and prayers and all the spiritualistic stuff that most people advise, but those things don't even phase it in the slightest.

What's even weirder is the fact that when I get upset or angry, things fall off of shelves or even fly towards me sometimes (almost like Matilda in a way) and I've even blown lights out just by touching the switch when I'm in these kinds of moods. My hair constantly stays full of static (which might not mean anything, but I find it weird that I stay so electrically charged), so much so that I literally have to use spray that you iron your clothes with to keep my hair from sticking to my face. Plus, orbs are starting to make themselves visible on a regular basis inside my home and more so all over my property, along with shadow people as well.

Could it be possible that I have some kind of psychical energy or ability that I have blocked off since childhood that has now made itself into its own independent being? Or did I manifest it by suppressing my fears or something? The spiritual energy on my property is so intense, I literally don't know how to explain it to people without sounding like I've lost all of my marbles. I've done plenty of my own fair share of research into possibilities throughout the years, but have come up emptyhanded every single time. If I have some kind of ability, then I need to learn how to control it or something, because its getting out of control at this point. If anyone has any kind of information or insight, it would be so appreciated!

(P.S. I'm sorry that this post was so longwinded! If you made it to the end with me, you're a real trooper and I'm forever grateful for you taking the time to read it! I'm just so tired of trying to figure this crap out on my own!)

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[link] [comments]I know this is a paranormal community, so I shouldn't even really be worried about sounding crazy, but I really hope that I don't. I am going to start off with a little bit of my background first in order for everyone to see the full picture, so if this gets a little droning, I apologize in advance. When I was 8 years old, my mother and stepfather decided that we were going to move to northern Arkansas for them to have better job opportunities. It just so happened that they chose to buy a house that was about an acre away through open fields from a late 1800's to early 1900's cemetery. There was an old abandoned hand-built church that stood on the property that was no longer in use that me and some of the neighborhood kids used to go and play in. Nothing unusual had ever happened or given me the spooks until my 9th birthday. My mom made me invite all of the girls in my class at school to my sleepover party and after we were done doing presents and everything she told all of us to go outside and play, so the first thing I wanted to do was take all of my friends over to this church house to show them around. One of the girls that was sort of a loner anyway left the group and went weaseling through the actual cemetery, which was something that my mom had told me to never do, so the girl and I wound up getting into an argument and she decided to go stomping on the graves and being disrespectful to the dead. I went and tattled, of course, so my mom made us come inside since it was getting close to dark outside anyway. We all got ready for bed and were getting settled down in my bedroom when all of a sudden the door slammed shut by itself, which freaked all of us out and made us all scream a little, so my mom came barging through the door to see what happened and told us all to just calm down, blamed it on the air conditioning, and said we needed to get laid down. After a few moments of her walking away, we all got nestled in, but hadn't turned the lights off yet, when the door slammed shut by itself again and then started rattling/vibrating on its hinges. My mom came bursting through again to see which one of us was causing the ruckus, but we all told her what had happened again and she still didn't believe us, so she shut off the light and left the door open. Mind you, I was deathly afraid of the dark and since the other girls were there and couldn't sleep with nightlights, my mom wouldn't let me use mine; so when the door slammed shut a third time and the room was completely dark, I absolutely went berserk with sobs and panic. At that point, my mom was getting downright pissed off because she thought that it was us. She opened the door, pulled me out of the bed, told the other girls they had better get quiet before she had to start calling parents, and she made me go sleep on the couch in the pitch black while I cried into my pillow where nobody could hear me (I had gotten used to doing this since my mom always treated my night terrors with little to no empathy). Next thing I knew, I felt something pull my covers down a little, so I got stiff as a board and peeped my head up just in time to see this black, hairy-looking, fog thing slithering back down the couch toward another bigger black, hairy-looking, fog thing it was connected to that was resting on top of the entertainment center. I was frozen in shock at this point and I couldn't make a sound until this thing had gotten halfway across the living room and was almost to the couch, then I finally let out a blood curdling screech. My stepdad finally came in this time and when he flipped on the lights, the fog thing totally vanished. I was hyperventilating and shit, so he told me to come get in bed with them. I finally got calmed down, went to sleep and everything was fine for the rest of the night. ​ Flash forward to the next night, everyone had gone home and it was back to my normal routine so I could get ready for school the next day. When I laid down, I felt like something was watching me so I insisted that my mom let me use my nightlight, but she wouldn't budge on the issue and finally agreed to leave the hallway light on with my door cracked instead. I did my little whimpering shit like usual, until I was finally drifting off and saw this fog thing coming towards me again, but I was too tired to wake myself back up. The dream that I had that night was one of the scariest things I've ever dreamed of in my life and it became a recurring dream for the next couple of months. I always woke up in a sweat and jolting myself up from my bed to run to my parents room. (If anyone wants to know the dream, I will share, but I'm trying to keep this as short as possible so far.) One night where the dream finally ended with me being ripped to shreds by these three little demon looking things, which hadn't happened any of the other nights, I never had that dream again, but I also have only had a handful of dreams ever since. It's like my mind decided to shut itself off from the traumatic experiences the dreams were giving me. That, or the entity decided to start hijacking my dreams from me, I'm not really sure. Needless to say, this attachment has been with me ever since, you guys. My belongings apport and reappear in the most random obvious places (specifically keys - not just mine but people that visit as well), there's always weird noises in every house that I move to, people that I live with have witnessed it, I've gotten pictures of it (it looks like the chancellor from Star Wars and resembles a grim reaper), it throws things sometimes when it wants my attention, and it gets stronger the longer I live in one place (like if I move to a new house it weakens the entity for a while but it always manages to gain strength as it gets comfortable). It's never really done anything to harm me or anyone else per se, but it's always lurking, makes its existence very known, and gives everyone in my house the creeps. I've tried doing cleansing and prayers and all the spiritualistic stuff that most people advise, but those things don't even phase it in the slightest. What's even weirder is the fact that when I get upset or angry, things fall off of shelves or even fly towards me sometimes (almost like Matilda in a way) and I've even blown lights out just by touching the switch when I'm in these kinds of moods. My hair constantly stays full of static (which might not mean anything, but I find it weird that I stay so electrically charged), so much so that I literally have to use spray that you iron your clothes with to keep my hair from sticking to my face. Plus, orbs are starting to make themselves visible on a regular basis inside my home and more so all over my property, along with shadow people as well. Could it be possible that I have some kind of psychical energy or ability that I have blocked off since childhood that has now made itself into its own independent being? Or did I manifest it by suppressing my fears or something? The spiritual energy on my property is so intense, I literally don't know how to explain it to people without sounding like I've lost all of my marbles. I've done plenty of my own fair share of research into possibilities throughout the years, but have come up emptyhanded every single time. If I have some kind of ability, then I need to learn how to control it or something, because its getting out of control at this point. If anyone has any kind of information or insight, it would be so appreciated! ​ (P.S. I'm sorry that this post was so longwinded! If you made it to the end with me, you're a real trooper and I'm forever grateful for you taking the time to read it! I'm just so tired of trying to figure this crap out on my own!) submitted by /u/thebestselfsabotage [link] [comments]

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