I recently shared my experience of the spirit I grew up with, and I'd like to share another story of a different spirit who was likely there alongside me too.
My parents bought a small shack in a very isolated coastal town when I was under 1 years old. We'd visit this place a lot, despite it being about 3 hours from our home. This place was basically off the grid in terms of electricity, water, etc. and we had to use a generator at night time for power. So, for entertainment during the day we had an ancient battery powered radio that we'd listen to. My parents would turn it on when they woke up and turn it off when they went to bed.
I'm not sure who heard it first, but one of us mentioned hearing the radio during the night, and when they went to turn it off, it wasn't on. Nobody but that person could hear it playing music though. Eventually, it happened to all of us. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and hearing the radio playing. I'd asked my sister (she was playing on her DS) why it was still turned on when nobody was awake. She looked confused and said the radio wasn't on. But I was hearing it, somehow.
Other strange things happened at this shack too. Mostly we'd hear footsteps when we were there alone. I once hallucinated a huge, fat insect flying out of the walls when I was very young. It terrified me, and considering how my sister would patch up the holes in the walls (they were pine planks, so had lots of imperfections) with duct tape, I'd guess she also felt off about them. There were two separate occasions when we turned up and the entire place was infested with fleas. During the nights when it was so silent you could hear a neighbour whisper, there'd be a single loud bang on the tin roof, with no explanation whatsoever. I had nightmares about creatures coming through the access panel above the toilet. Often we'd arrive and light the fire, but the place refused to warm up. Every now and then there'd be an absolutely putrid smell permeating the entire place. No matter how hard we searched, we could never find anything that might be causing it. In certain areas, particularly the bathroom, it felt like when someone attempts to tickle the hairs on the back of your neck, which increased tenfold after dark. Any puppies our dogs gave birth to while at the place died. Long after I stopped being afraid of the dark, I still needed a nightlight to sleep there because of how on edge I was for no apparent reason. And, if we stayed there for too long, we would enter a state akin to depression with no motivation to do anything.
Recently, my younger sister and I were discussing the shack and who/what might be haunting it. I told her I theorised that the spirit was a small boy, but she said she thought it was a tall, gangly man in black whose face is obscured. As soon as she said that, chills skittering through my entire body and I began tearing up because I somehow just knew she was right. We started describing this spirit more, and it was exactly the same person. We both started crying (something we've never done together) because the fear was so intense. Just typing this is making me want to hide under my doona, even though I'm a good few hundred kms away from the place.
The spirit doesn't seem to be evil, but his energy is far from good and I suspect he does not want us there. Nobody knows who he is or why he's there. My theory is that he had some awful depression and possibly committed suicide at the shack, and now he and his energy are stuck there.
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[link] [comments]I recently shared my experience of the spirit I grew up with, and I'd like to share another story of a different spirit who was likely there alongside me too. My parents bought a small shack in a very isolated coastal town when I was under 1 years old. We'd visit this place a lot, despite it being about 3 hours from our home. This place was basically off the grid in terms of electricity, water, etc. and we had to use a generator at night time for power. So, for entertainment during the day we had an ancient battery powered radio that we'd listen to. My parents would turn it on when they woke up and turn it off when they went to bed. I'm not sure who heard it first, but one of us mentioned hearing the radio during the night, and when they went to turn it off, it wasn't on. Nobody but that person could hear it playing music though. Eventually, it happened to all of us. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and hearing the radio playing. I'd asked my sister (she was playing on her DS) why it was still turned on when nobody was awake. She looked confused and said the radio wasn't on. But I was hearing it, somehow. Other strange things happened at this shack too. Mostly we'd hear footsteps when we were there alone. I once hallucinated a huge, fat insect flying out of the walls when I was very young. It terrified me, and considering how my sister would patch up the holes in the walls (they were pine planks, so had lots of imperfections) with duct tape, I'd guess she also felt off about them. There were two separate occasions when we turned up and the entire place was infested with fleas. During the nights when it was so silent you could hear a neighbour whisper, there'd be a single loud bang on the tin roof, with no explanation whatsoever. I had nightmares about creatures coming through the access panel above the toilet. Often we'd arrive and light the fire, but the place refused to warm up. Every now and then there'd be an absolutely putrid smell permeating the entire place. No matter how hard we searched, we could never find anything that might be causing it. In certain areas, particularly the bathroom, it felt like when someone attempts to tickle the hairs on the back of your neck, which increased tenfold after dark. Any puppies our dogs gave birth to while at the place died. Long after I stopped being afraid of the dark, I still needed a nightlight to sleep there because of how on edge I was for no apparent reason. And, if we stayed there for too long, we would enter a state akin to depression with no motivation to do anything. Recently, my younger sister and I were discussing the shack and who/what might be haunting it. I told her I theorised that the spirit was a small boy, but she said she thought it was a tall, gangly man in black whose face is obscured. As soon as she said that, chills skittering through my entire body and I began tearing up because I somehow just knew she was right. We started describing this spirit more, and it was exactly the same person. We both started crying (something we've never done together) because the fear was so intense. Just typing this is making me want to hide under my doona, even though I'm a good few hundred kms away from the place. The spirit doesn't seem to be evil, but his energy is far from good and I suspect he does not want us there. Nobody knows who he is or why he's there. My theory is that he had some awful depression and possibly committed suicide at the shack, and now he and his energy are stuck there. submitted by /u/ceo_of_dumbassery [link] [comments]
