Kind of a long read, but I appreciate anyone who dives in.
Few years ago now we moved out of the home all the upcoming events I’ll be talking about happened in. I really don’t have a solid explanation for any of them, even after years of debating how they could’ve happened. And not all these stories are from my perspective; some of my other family members, and a friend, contribute to these experiences.
Also, me and my family are very religious and believe in a God and spirits. I don’t know if us being superstitious could have affected our take on what happened in front of are eyes, but to me, they very much did happened.
Anyways, rewinding years back to our old house where all this happened, I’ll start with what I’ve experienced.
I’m honestly still terrified by this first experience, and i remember how it all felt in the moment it happened. Me and my sister shared a room in that old home, and we had a bunk bed, she had the top bunk and I had the bottom bunk. I was sitting on my bed I think reading or on my phone, don’t remember, but I was preoccupied. No one else was in the room with me, and I wasn’t really paying attention to any of the background noises like the heater or tv in the distant living room. The door was also shut so really any other noises would’ve been drowned out. Clear as day though, I remember hearing breathing coming from the top bunk. No one else in the room, extra noises wouldn’t have been that clear. It sounded like an old man heavy breath right above me in that same room. I was terrified. I remember holding my breath and still hearing it, it was creepy and I wasn’t staying, i literally booked it out of my room. To this day I don’t know who it could’ve been, but it sure as hell wasn’t me or my family.
Unrelated to a man breathing above me, but I was also confronted with something else. In my parents room I remember sitting on their bed, doing homework or something thing like that. It was just me again, but I swear to God I saw my great grandma(recently passed away at the time) standing in the room with me. I could also feel a strong presence of something, as soon as I saw a glimpse of her. It was such a strong feeling, tears came into my eyes dude, I never have felt such a strong presence feeling since then, if that’s how you’d describe it, but it felt so real.
My last experience I remember is just seeing shadow figures in the corner of my eyes. Easily could have been shadows playing tricks on me, but I just remember distinct humanoid figures in the corner of my vision, looking the way I saw them, then seeing nothing.
Going to my families stories now, I haven’t asked much to them about it, but my sister has had some.
Once her and a friend of ours was over, we were in the basement watching soemthing and I told them I was going to go up stairs to get soemthing. I didn’t come down for awhile so they decided to come up and make popcorn while they waited. They did that, and then started heading back down. As they leaving to the steps, they saw me down the hall walking from my room to are parents room. No big deal. But the thing is I wasn’t up there. I was down stairs. I came downstairs after they come up to get the popcorn, and I was waiting for them. No one else was home. 2 people saw this other person walk from room to room, but it wasn’t me and it wasn’t anyone else. I still don’t know who it could’ve been, but I hate it, I hate how we couldn’t think of an explanation and still can’t.
My sister experienced other slight things, like ringing in the ears while she was in my parents room(where I swear I felt that presence of somebody, and saw my grandmother), maybe some shadow figures, but outside of that nothing else.
Again this all could have such an obvious realistic explanation, but there’s one detail that makes it feel all so wrong you know? Just chilling.
That house we lived in for 10 years had a secret literally none of us knew about till about a year before we moved out. My mom was at one of our neighborhoods halloween parties when she learned this. A neighbor told her that years ago, some man had killed himself in our home. The other neighbors tried shutting her up, so I feel like she wasn’t making it up. Some secret the neighborhood didn’t want other people knowing, for good reason. We have no idea what room or how he killed himself, but after my mom shared that with us after we had moved out, I haven’t viewed that house the same.
I’m just hoping someone has similar experiences or a better explanation than a “haunting”, but I honestly can’t point it down to anything else. Again me and my family are Christian/Catholic, but I don’t want to be that one crazy lady and point everything to being ghosts. Anyone have an idea, maybe tricks played by shadows for years, or maybe squeaking pipes that made us hear those other noises? It just all feels so wrong, not right, but I know I’ll never be revisiting that home.
Sorry for the long read, but I appreciate anyone who read through it all. God bless.
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[link] [comments]Kind of a long read, but I appreciate anyone who dives in. Few years ago now we moved out of the home all the upcoming events I’ll be talking about happened in. I really don’t have a solid explanation for any of them, even after years of debating how they could’ve happened. And not all these stories are from my perspective; some of my other family members, and a friend, contribute to these experiences. Also, me and my family are very religious and believe in a God and spirits. I don’t know if us being superstitious could have affected our take on what happened in front of are eyes, but to me, they very much did happened. Anyways, rewinding years back to our old house where all this happened, I’ll start with what I’ve experienced. I’m honestly still terrified by this first experience, and i remember how it all felt in the moment it happened. Me and my sister shared a room in that old home, and we had a bunk bed, she had the top bunk and I had the bottom bunk. I was sitting on my bed I think reading or on my phone, don’t remember, but I was preoccupied. No one else was in the room with me, and I wasn’t really paying attention to any of the background noises like the heater or tv in the distant living room. The door was also shut so really any other noises would’ve been drowned out. Clear as day though, I remember hearing breathing coming from the top bunk. No one else in the room, extra noises wouldn’t have been that clear. It sounded like an old man heavy breath right above me in that same room. I was terrified. I remember holding my breath and still hearing it, it was creepy and I wasn’t staying, i literally booked it out of my room. To this day I don’t know who it could’ve been, but it sure as hell wasn’t me or my family. Unrelated to a man breathing above me, but I was also confronted with something else. In my parents room I remember sitting on their bed, doing homework or something thing like that. It was just me again, but I swear to God I saw my great grandma(recently passed away at the time) standing in the room with me. I could also feel a strong presence of something, as soon as I saw a glimpse of her. It was such a strong feeling, tears came into my eyes dude, I never have felt such a strong presence feeling since then, if that’s how you’d describe it, but it felt so real. My last experience I remember is just seeing shadow figures in the corner of my eyes. Easily could have been shadows playing tricks on me, but I just remember distinct humanoid figures in the corner of my vision, looking the way I saw them, then seeing nothing. Going to my families stories now, I haven’t asked much to them about it, but my sister has had some. Once her and a friend of ours was over, we were in the basement watching soemthing and I told them I was going to go up stairs to get soemthing. I didn’t come down for awhile so they decided to come up and make popcorn while they waited. They did that, and then started heading back down. As they leaving to the steps, they saw me down the hall walking from my room to are parents room. No big deal. But the thing is I wasn’t up there. I was down stairs. I came downstairs after they come up to get the popcorn, and I was waiting for them. No one else was home. 2 people saw this other person walk from room to room, but it wasn’t me and it wasn’t anyone else. I still don’t know who it could’ve been, but I hate it, I hate how we couldn’t think of an explanation and still can’t. My sister experienced other slight things, like ringing in the ears while she was in my parents room(where I swear I felt that presence of somebody, and saw my grandmother), maybe some shadow figures, but outside of that nothing else. Again this all could have such an obvious realistic explanation, but there’s one detail that makes it feel all so wrong you know? Just chilling. That house we lived in for 10 years had a secret literally none of us knew about till about a year before we moved out. My mom was at one of our neighborhoods halloween parties when she learned this. A neighbor told her that years ago, some man had killed himself in our home. The other neighbors tried shutting her up, so I feel like she wasn’t making it up. Some secret the neighborhood didn’t want other people knowing, for good reason. We have no idea what room or how he killed himself, but after my mom shared that with us after we had moved out, I haven’t viewed that house the same. I’m just hoping someone has similar experiences or a better explanation than a “haunting”, but I honestly can’t point it down to anything else. Again me and my family are Christian/Catholic, but I don’t want to be that one crazy lady and point everything to being ghosts. Anyone have an idea, maybe tricks played by shadows for years, or maybe squeaking pipes that made us hear those other noises? It just all feels so wrong, not right, but I know I’ll never be revisiting that home. Sorry for the long read, but I appreciate anyone who read through it all. God bless. submitted by /u/Silverseenn [link] [comments]
