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Post by MissKat on Dec 14, 2011 0:01:15 GMT -5
I guess I will start with the first paranormal event I was involved in. I was much to young to remember a few of these things... So, my first few will be what my family told me.
When I was 3 my mother, father, and I moved into my paternal grandmother's house. She had died a few years before I was born and had left several homes in the city to my father.
My mom was raised in the country and didn't care much for they city, and truthfully didn't trust any of the neighbors. She had invested in two extremely sweet rottweiler puppies, Theo and Chomper, several years back. They were extremely protective of me though not aggressive about it.
Our first week living in the new house, Chomper was put in the fenced in backyard because he would never stop barking down the hallway. Theo was allowed to stay inside because he was much less prone to barking.
One afternoon while my mom was cleaning up, she heard me talking to someone in my room. She assumed I was having a nice little conversation with the dog until I can running out of my room with a porcelain water pitcher caked in mud and yelling 'Miss June-June said to give this to daddy so he could have night water!' This was the first encounter with 'Miss June-June'
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Post by MissKat on Dec 14, 2011 0:21:47 GMT -5
We didn't live in that house very long at all. My mom kept seeing these shadow people that appeared to look human but crawled on all fours that would dart from the door to the attic stairs and slide under the door of my bedroom. My father became an alcoholic over the year and a half we stayed there and was convinced my mother had had an affair with the devil and I was a demon spawn.
One night, after I had come into their room because I had told them it was far to crowded and Miss June-June couldn't make everyone else be less noisy so I could sleep, they heard Chomper get into a fight with something outside. Theo was barking his head off and trying to tear the back door down. Keep in mind the most aggressive thing these dogs did was growl at the UPS guy....
My father went outside with his gun thinking someone was trying to break in or something. Theo bolted around him and ran out the gate of the fence which wasy ALWAYS closed and locked until that time. My father found Chomper in the far corner of the yard with various bits of him all over the yard. We never saw Theo again.
Needless to say, they sold everything. They even went as far as to moving state.
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Post by professorromaniuk on Dec 14, 2011 0:29:59 GMT -5
Shaodow people, an apparition and a strange, vicious creature? You shouldn't have moved. Did those strange things followed you to your next house? What happened with your dad?
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Post by tailbone on Dec 14, 2011 1:13:15 GMT -5
What an intriguing tale you hold.
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Post by MissKat on Dec 14, 2011 1:13:05 GMT -5
Eventually, we settled at the place my mom grew up.... In the absolute middle of no where... 20 miles from anywhere useful... With the nearest neighbors being 3 miles away. It goes without saying my father hated it, but there was a good school not terribly far. He only complained occasionally... Like when he was out of beer. Heh...
This is the place where my sister an I grew up. It was nice enough. Plenty of woodsy surroundings where we would play. I am also under the impression this place is cursed or just very possessive of people.
Some nights there would be a light that would bob up and down the gravel drive way and the sound of a man whistling that would last for hours. Other nights you could hear a horse and buggy come racing down the driveway. These were just a few things that occurred so often that it wasn't any big deal.
My moms family had lived up there almost forever and their history was not an uneventful one. But that's a story for later. And actually has a lot to do with the activity there.
My great aunt believed that Bigfoot roamed around up there and that there were enormous wolves that would eat her pheasants... I'm not one to call her crazy. I'd believe anything was out there!
When I was in grade school we had to memorize several lines from The Raven and I was having a bit of trouble with it. Mainly because I was always distracted by shadows that seemed to randomly move through my line of vision.... So I decide to go outside and try to concentrate...
My father had had a fire going earlier and it was still smoldering and smoking badly... I sat downwind so I wouldn't choke to death and started reading over the parts I had to learn that week. After about 30 minutes something caught my attention on the other side of the fire pit. Usually I'd ignore it like my mom had tought me but this time I was just captivated. A figure of a very tall man in a wide brimmed hat stepped over the fire pit and through the smoke. He stood there for what seemed like forever. I'm not sure what kept me from running, the fact that I was absolutely terrified that it wouldn't break the stare off we were having, or the morbid curiosity about the fact that it wouldn't. Eventually the man turned and disappeared.. And I just went inside and completely disregarded the memorization assignment...
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Post by MissKat on Dec 14, 2011 1:15:06 GMT -5
Bleh sorry that took forever to type! Yeah they all follow me just about everywhere... And if I'm not living at my old house something insane happens so I have to move back  |
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Post by f3n1xhvn732 on Dec 14, 2011 15:44:28 GMT -5
Like I said in the other post: I tend to think that the spirts are around us all the time but remain "occult" to our senses, maybe you are one of the "special" that have the faculty of see them. If they know that you can see them, they will more likely be in "contact" with you, or search you (out of curiosity I suspect). But I could be wrong. Maybe they are attracted to you for one of two instances feeding instincts or "other" instincts. The feeding instincts say that you are a form of food or nessesity (maybe they drain a little of your energy or need "belive" for preservation). The other is more inocous, maybe they are attacted the same way a moth to a light bulb in the night. You are an irrestible stimulous to them but for evolutionary motives that are different for food (and probably reproduction too). About the shadows... well: liparanormalinvestigators.com/lipi_shadows.shtmlNobody knows what they want. But they appear to manifest more around people with "talent"... is strange, but true. They are a quite mysterious entities... |
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Post by wolf on Dec 14, 2011 21:20:34 GMT -5
It seems a lot of us have had our own personal experiences with shadowmen. Just curious Kat, right before or right after your experience did anything horrible happen? Like a death or an accident?
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Post by MissKat on Dec 14, 2011 21:50:49 GMT -5
Hmm... No they actually stay way if something awful happens. I'll post more later cause it gets really weird the older I am. But I'm going to type it out all at once so I'm not in a hurry and maybe I won't have as many typos heh The shadows I've come to accept as something that will never really go away. Thank you for the link! I'll def. check it out!  |
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Post by MissKat on Dec 14, 2011 23:33:51 GMT -5
The link didn't work =(
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Post by f3n1xhvn732 on Dec 15, 2011 2:18:20 GMT -5
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Post by MissKat on Dec 15, 2011 2:27:37 GMT -5
Yep! Awesome! Thank you!
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Post by MissKat on Dec 15, 2011 2:29:55 GMT -5
To make an extremely long story a little bit shorter at least. We lived there for several years. Different obscure things happening throughout the entire time.
Once while cleaning up in the guest room, I saw an old woman step through an antique standing mirror that we had in the corner of the room.
Another time my sister and I heard voices speaking in an unfamiliar language just out of sight in the woods.
There were several of our pets that went missing while we lived there. Some we would eventually find the collars, others nothing at all.
Anyway, my mom and dad eventually decided to divorce. My sister, my mother, and I moved into a small town just east of where we had lived and left my dad to deal with the 'damn spooks' as he put it.
Our new home was just as eventful. There was a blue eyed creature that lived in the attic. My sister had dubbed it 'Ole Mr. Fred''...
During the day you could see something moving back and forth across the attic through the window. Most nights it was quite. Occasionally it sounded like Fred was herding elephants.. There were a bunch of my friends that would come over at night and see 'a head with glowing blue eyes' looking out of the attic window.
At this particular house is where I acquired the shadow that has followed me everywhere. It's really tall and lanky. And occasionally has more depth to it than your garden variety shadow person. Where ever I move to it always sits in the corner of my room and will crawl back and forth and around my bed. I never gave that one a name... And it certainly has personality and opinions of the people who come into my room.... He's actually very opinionated... But I'll get to that later.
There was the ghost of a little girl with black hair that would crawl onto y bed and watch me get ready for school every morning. Aside from just startling me, she was never much trouble.
Then there was the red lady... She always opened my closet and threw my clothes onto the ground. After that she would pace my room yelling about something, but I could never hear her.
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Post by MissKat on Dec 15, 2011 2:30:39 GMT -5
This home was also where I began to have out of body experiences... I would wake up at least one night out of the week, look down at myself sleeping, and proceed to try and make it out of the house. I always would make it to the front door and either become trapped in the actual door itself, or be pulled back in by something I never saw.
I never could keep a computer here. Something would type out messages that never would actually show up on the screen, and then end up ripping the keyboard out and throwing it. I was shoved off of my bed several times. And pushed into walls, doors, ect.
We lived in this house for almost 7 years. It was actually more of a home then the house in the woods. I only ever saw the crawling shadow people outside here. The man in the corner kept them out I guess... That's what I always believed. He was useful for somethings.
Once my sister had a sleepover with her cheerleading team. They were all nice enough. One of her friends, which for obvious reasons I will call Sarah, and I were in my room trying to find the karaoke machine that I had shoved somewhere in my closet forever ago. This was one of the few times the man in the corner ever actually objected to someone being around that was female. He usually just hates males. We saw him in the mirror and naturally she flipped the hell out. He stood up ( which is definitely strange because he usually just crouches) and ran toward us and slid into the closet. He slammed the closet doors and the door to my room several times before Sarah just curled into a ball and demanded we call her mon to come pick her up. All of the other girls were extremely excited and begged me to let them stay in my room for the night. But my mother and I insisted that everyone go home. They all ended up going to another girls house.. My sister went with them. Several years later, after Sarah never speaking to me if she could help it, she told me she couldn't stand to talk to me because That night she kept hearing a man tell her that there was no use for her here and to leave me alone because she would get in the way. I still have no idea what that's about. But he does it a lot.
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Post by MissKat on Dec 15, 2011 2:32:26 GMT -5
My father passed away on my 13th birthday. The last time my sister and I saw him his hair had turned completely white. He was much to young for that, only being in his mid 30's. My mom later told us that he had lost it and was always talking about the people in the woods. He had pretty much become a hermit by that time. We didn't go to the funeral because his family came to get his remains and brought them back to his home state and buried him with the rest of his family. They pretty much blame my mom for 'killing a perfectly sane and respectable man'... But they're all assholes anyway, so we didn't really care. During the rest of the time we lived at that home I didn't see much of anything. Aside from the man in the corner and the occasional shadow scurrying around outside, almost everything else went away for the time being.
We completely remodeled the house in the woods and moved back there when I was 16. Mainly because the neighborhood we lived in was bought out for commercial use. My sister and I had traded bedrooms because she didn't like the window that faced the field. She said it creeped her out.
When we first moved back it was quite and without the first ghostly presence. Which made me a little lonely seeing as how I'm so use to them. After the first month, the man that sat in the corner of my room decided to show up here. And then the shadows followed.. They weren't banned from entry to this house like the other though. They just couldn't come into my room anymore.
The sound of horses running up and down the driveway had become more frequent this time. Also, you could see people walking around outside if the moon was bright enough.
On one occasion I woke up to a man staring in my window. He was deathly pale and wore all black. Terrifying as it already happened to be, my window was on the second floor and didn't have any trees or anything around it. I have a bit of a thing about trees being to close to the windows of my bedroom. I don't know why exactly, but it drives me absolutely up the wall.
My sister never could see what my mom or I did, unless it was something that demanded to be seen. She heard things we couldn't though. So either we are a family of crazies or I just don't know... At least I have proof that occasionally people see what I do because they piss off the shadow man enough and he makes sure they know it.
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