Is it my mom, or is it something else?/u/ig1848

The Paranormal | August 17, 2023

Is it my mom, or is it something else?/u/ig1848

My mom passed away in a horrific car accident on her way to work one morning. At the time, I was 3 years old and my brother was 1 and a half. My parents got divorced 6 months prior to the accident, so when my mom died, we had to go move in with my dad. My dad never had custody of us and he lived in a one bedroom apartment. The judge told him to get a bigger place or Jaxon and I would have to be put into foster care. Three weeks later, my dad found a 3 bedroom townhouse and it was really cheap for where it was located and compared to the other townhouse right beside it, you could tell something wasn't quite right. It was pretty dated, the basement had cement walls, no windows, dark red carpet, and you could tell no one has been living in for a while. It just reeked of death and the carpet had what looked to be blood stains. Huge blood stains. The main floor and upstairs had water damage on the ceilings and the floor was creaky and old.

We finally moved in sometime in October. After a couple years of living there, my dad and i started to notice important things going missing like, family photos, my dads collectables and other sentimental things that had meaning to our family. We didn't think anything of it and just brushed it off.

One evening, my dad and I were watching TV and my brother was playing in basement by himself when we heard him talking. We thought he was talking to himself until we listened closer. He was talking as if he was having a conversation with someone else. When he came up stairs my dad asked him, "Who were you talking to?" he responded with " The little girl in the basement." My dad freaked out and went downstairs to se if there was anyone down there but , there was no one to be found. That same night, creepy things started to happen.
I woke up around 3 a.m. to me being lifted out of my bed and slammed back down. I instantly sat up and tried to run into my dads room but when i stood out of my bed and stood on something sharp. I turn on my bedroom light and i look beside my bed to find nails on my floor and all my pictures on the floor. I yell for my dad and when he arrived to my bedroom, it wasn't him; It wasn't anyone. The foot steps running towards my room, and my door swinging open was basically "magic". No one was at my door to open it. I literally jolted to my dad and he's fast asleep. I shake him awake saying there's someone in our house. He immediately went to my brothers room, when he opened his door, we saw him standing in the corner, looking at his feet facing away from us. My dad approached him and my brother was sleeping but eventually woken up by my dad tapping his shoulder. My brother said " The little girl is wanting to play with us." My heart dropped into my stomach. My dad turned white and told us we are going to stay at our grandparents for the rest of the night.
When we got there, we explained what happened but my grandpa never believed us. He said it sounded like we were just explaining a horror movie, but we weren't.

The next day my grandparents, dad, brother and i went back home to find all of our mattresses, for our beds, flipped upside down. It was weird but my mom would do that a couple times a year. (To this day, I have no idea why she did that but we also never questioned it). But who would do that? We weren't home. My grandpa still thought we were joking so he shouted "Show yourself, B**ch!" and i kid you not, within seconds, one of our kitchen drawers opened and spoons started getting banged around in the sink aggressively, or so I thought. We followed the banging/clinking noise into the kitchen just to find the kitchen drawer open and all of our spoons missing. Needless to say, my grandpa was terrified. He told us to stay at their house until this mess is over but my dad said we were fine and we would just smudge the house.... But smudging it made it worse. After that, my dad would wake up getting suffocated with nothing over is face, my brother would randomly get up in the night and walk into the basement and start talking to the little girl in the basement and i kept getting vivid sleep paralysis.

After 5 years of putting up with it, we left. We abandoned the house for a while until it was up for sale. We haven't been the same since, we don't know if it was my mom because of all the coincidences and she was jealous of my dad and she was coming back as her younger self or if it was a different entity trying to make us leave....and these incidents happened 10+ years ago.

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[link] [comments]My mom passed away in a horrific car accident on her way to work one morning. At the time, I was 3 years old and my brother was 1 and a half. My parents got divorced 6 months prior to the accident, so when my mom died, we had to go move in with my dad. My dad never had custody of us and he lived in a one bedroom apartment. The judge told him to get a bigger place or Jaxon and I would have to be put into foster care. Three weeks later, my dad found a 3 bedroom townhouse and it was really cheap for where it was located and compared to the other townhouse right beside it, you could tell something wasn't quite right. It was pretty dated, the basement had cement walls, no windows, dark red carpet, and you could tell no one has been living in for a while. It just reeked of death and the carpet had what looked to be blood stains. Huge blood stains. The main floor and upstairs had water damage on the ceilings and the floor was creaky and old. We finally moved in sometime in October. After a couple years of living there, my dad and i started to notice important things going missing like, family photos, my dads collectables and other sentimental things that had meaning to our family. We didn't think anything of it and just brushed it off. One evening, my dad and I were watching TV and my brother was playing in basement by himself when we heard him talking. We thought he was talking to himself until we listened closer. He was talking as if he was having a conversation with someone else. When he came up stairs my dad asked him, "Who were you talking to?" he responded with " The little girl in the basement." My dad freaked out and went downstairs to se if there was anyone down there but , there was no one to be found. That same night, creepy things started to happen. I woke up around 3 a.m. to me being lifted out of my bed and slammed back down. I instantly sat up and tried to run into my dads room but when i stood out of my bed and stood on something sharp. I turn on my bedroom light and i look beside my bed to find nails on my floor and all my pictures on the floor. I yell for my dad and when he arrived to my bedroom, it wasn't him; It wasn't anyone. The foot steps running towards my room, and my door swinging open was basically "magic". No one was at my door to open it. I literally jolted to my dad and he's fast asleep. I shake him awake saying there's someone in our house. He immediately went to my brothers room, when he opened his door, we saw him standing in the corner, looking at his feet facing away from us. My dad approached him and my brother was sleeping but eventually woken up by my dad tapping his shoulder. My brother said " The little girl is wanting to play with us." My heart dropped into my stomach. My dad turned white and told us we are going to stay at our grandparents for the rest of the night. When we got there, we explained what happened but my grandpa never believed us. He said it sounded like we were just explaining a horror movie, but we weren't. The next day my grandparents, dad, brother and i went back home to find all of our mattresses, for our beds, flipped upside down. It was weird but my mom would do that a couple times a year. (To this day, I have no idea why she did that but we also never questioned it). But who would do that? We weren't home. My grandpa still thought we were joking so he shouted "Show yourself, B**ch!" and i kid you not, within seconds, one of our kitchen drawers opened and spoons started getting banged around in the sink aggressively, or so I thought. We followed the banging/clinking noise into the kitchen just to find the kitchen drawer open and all of our spoons missing. Needless to say, my grandpa was terrified. He told us to stay at their house until this mess is over but my dad said we were fine and we would just smudge the house.... But smudging it made it worse. After that, my dad would wake up getting suffocated with nothing over is face, my brother would randomly get up in the night and walk into the basement and start talking to the little girl in the basement and i kept getting vivid sleep paralysis. After 5 years of putting up with it, we left. We abandoned the house for a while until it was up for sale. We haven't been the same since, we don't know if it was my mom because of all the coincidences and she was jealous of my dad and she was coming back as her younger self or if it was a different entity trying to make us leave....and these incidents happened 10+ years ago. submitted by /u/ig1848 [link] [comments]

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