I guess you could consider this paranormal, but does anyone else get a negative vibe from certain places in their house? For me it's my parents room which is right beside mine. I don't know why I get that vibe, although I do know that one of the owners of this house (the dad of the family) had a brain tumor. I don't know what happened to him though.
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I definitly believe in ghosts. I have quite a few stories, and I have heard quite a few stories from my friends too.
One time I was walking down the path at the end of my parents street with my friend and we heard a bark so we turned around and there was a dog there but it looked weird, kind of see through. We turned around and walked faster and like 2 seconds later turned around again and the dog was gone. There was nowhere that it could have gone.
Weird things happen at my parents house all the time. The tv used to just turn itself on all the time. Once I was listening to music and all of the sudden it went off. My parents had this touch light on the computer desk which was right outside my bedroom and in the middle of the night (almost every night) it used to just turn on and it was always turned to face me. I used to move it away so that it wouldn't go right in my face but it always moved. You had to touch the light 3 times to get it to go the brightest setting but when it turned on at night, it was always right on the brightest setting. Now it only goes on that one and the touch part doesn't work anymore.
One time I was watching the horror movie Valentine in my bedroom alone downstairs and as a girl was getting killed in the movie the power started going on and off over and over but only in my bedroom. It came back on to the movie too, even though my vcr (it was like 7 years ago) normally turned right off after the power went out. I was so terrified, I went upstairs and sat there the rest of the night.
One time I was at my parents house and I was sitting in the kitchen and all of the sudden from outside the back door (which is right accross from the table) there was a flash that looked like someone took a picture. I looked outside and so did my parents and there was nobody out there.
Another time when I was about 11, I was playing with a Ouija board and it perfectly spelled out a lady that I used to deliver stuff to when I was like 7. None of my friends knew this lady since she lived over an hour away where I used to live before I moved when I was 9. The questions were all answered right...her name, how she died, what I delivered to her, the house number she lived in. I never believed in Ouija boards, but that was just weird.
One time I was walking down the path at the end of my parents street with my friend and we heard a bark so we turned around and there was a dog there but it looked weird, kind of see through. We turned around and walked faster and like 2 seconds later turned around again and the dog was gone. There was nowhere that it could have gone.
Weird things happen at my parents house all the time. The tv used to just turn itself on all the time. Once I was listening to music and all of the sudden it went off. My parents had this touch light on the computer desk which was right outside my bedroom and in the middle of the night (almost every night) it used to just turn on and it was always turned to face me. I used to move it away so that it wouldn't go right in my face but it always moved. You had to touch the light 3 times to get it to go the brightest setting but when it turned on at night, it was always right on the brightest setting. Now it only goes on that one and the touch part doesn't work anymore.
One time I was watching the horror movie Valentine in my bedroom alone downstairs and as a girl was getting killed in the movie the power started going on and off over and over but only in my bedroom. It came back on to the movie too, even though my vcr (it was like 7 years ago) normally turned right off after the power went out. I was so terrified, I went upstairs and sat there the rest of the night.
One time I was at my parents house and I was sitting in the kitchen and all of the sudden from outside the back door (which is right accross from the table) there was a flash that looked like someone took a picture. I looked outside and so did my parents and there was nobody out there.
Another time when I was about 11, I was playing with a Ouija board and it perfectly spelled out a lady that I used to deliver stuff to when I was like 7. None of my friends knew this lady since she lived over an hour away where I used to live before I moved when I was 9. The questions were all answered right...her name, how she died, what I delivered to her, the house number she lived in. I never believed in Ouija boards, but that was just weird.
These are very interesting to read! I have always been very interested in anything related to ghosts. I have had 2 experiences - one negative and one positive that I'd like to share.
First the positive experience -
When I was about 12 or 13, my step grandpa found out he had brain cancer and only had a couple months to live. It broke my heart to find that out- I ADORED him and I was his favorite grandchild-he often told me that whenever we were alone. (SHHH- don't tell my sis or bro!
) He even took time to learn some sign language to communicate with me- my own blood grandmas (both sides) never even tried to learn sign language to communicate with me.
Anyway, eventually he slipped into a coma and we knew the end was near.
One day, I was at the library with mom and this STRONG feeling came over me that I HAD to go see Gpa Tom ASAP so I told mom. She refused - I begged her over and over to take me to see him but she refused. She did not want me to see him in a coma and I couldn't explain WHY I needed to go see him NOW. She dropped me off at home and went to visit him at the hospital.
Feeling depressed, I went into my bedroom to read. After a while, I looked up from reading a book and I KNEW someone was in the room with me.
At first I was scared until I realized this being intended no harm. It's HARD to explain what happened but basically I felt what he was feeling. He was full of joy and peace because he was not in pain any longer, that he would see his first wife and family. I also felt his sorrow that he'd be leaving me and others for a while but that he WOULD see us again. It was the MOST INCREDIBLE feeling- he didn't communicate in words- only with feelings. After a while of basking in this incredible experience, the feeling/being started to fade and I knew he was leaving. I started crying and begging him not to leave- at that point I KNEW Gpa Tom had died, was leaving me and saying goodbye.
A minute later after he left, my brother opened my bedroom door and told me mom just called. Gpa Tom just died. I already knew that.
Later on I told my mom and when she asked me to give her details about family members that Gpa Tom was excited to see, I mentioned a young boy in his 20's and she became very silent at that point. I didn't know that he had a son that died in his 20's until mom told me at that time so at that point mom believed me. Mom AND my grandma (Gpa Tom's wife) later on told me that Gpa Tom told them several times that I held a very special spot in his heart and that it didn't surprise them that he'd want to say goodbye to ME specifically..
I still have not experienced anything close to the feelings I got from his visit and I highly DOUBT I will on this earth. I can't wait to see him again someday- we have a LOT to catch up on.
I'll post the negative experience later on.
First the positive experience -
Anyway, eventually he slipped into a coma and we knew the end was near.
One day, I was at the library with mom and this STRONG feeling came over me that I HAD to go see Gpa Tom ASAP so I told mom. She refused - I begged her over and over to take me to see him but she refused. She did not want me to see him in a coma and I couldn't explain WHY I needed to go see him NOW. She dropped me off at home and went to visit him at the hospital.
Feeling depressed, I went into my bedroom to read. After a while, I looked up from reading a book and I KNEW someone was in the room with me.
At first I was scared until I realized this being intended no harm. It's HARD to explain what happened but basically I felt what he was feeling. He was full of joy and peace because he was not in pain any longer, that he would see his first wife and family. I also felt his sorrow that he'd be leaving me and others for a while but that he WOULD see us again. It was the MOST INCREDIBLE feeling- he didn't communicate in words- only with feelings. After a while of basking in this incredible experience, the feeling/being started to fade and I knew he was leaving. I started crying and begging him not to leave- at that point I KNEW Gpa Tom had died, was leaving me and saying goodbye.
A minute later after he left, my brother opened my bedroom door and told me mom just called. Gpa Tom just died. I already knew that.
Later on I told my mom and when she asked me to give her details about family members that Gpa Tom was excited to see, I mentioned a young boy in his 20's and she became very silent at that point. I didn't know that he had a son that died in his 20's until mom told me at that time so at that point mom believed me. Mom AND my grandma (Gpa Tom's wife) later on told me that Gpa Tom told them several times that I held a very special spot in his heart and that it didn't surprise them that he'd want to say goodbye to ME specifically..
I still have not experienced anything close to the feelings I got from his visit and I highly DOUBT I will on this earth. I can't wait to see him again someday- we have a LOT to catch up on.
I'll post the negative experience later on.
All my cousins feel that way about my Aunt's house and my Nana's old house. We are far apart in ages too and all felt this. We first discuss this when Nana was dying & Nana's children didn't feel that way growing up but we all felt the sameway about the same rooms. I don't know if I imagined it or if it was real but when we lived with Nana, in each corner of my bedroom as I went to sleep there was one person per corner watching over me. The scary part was none of them were dead yet. They all eventually died during my teenage years. Creeps me out now.
Now my Aunt's house is another story. There is negative energy in the basement. All her kids hated the basement. One Thanksgiving my Aunt asked that her grandkids go downstairs to play & the parents yelled "NO!" Her grand-daughter who sees spirits refuses to step foot in her house anymore. She said the house is evil. My Aunt is so offended by all this.
WhosaMyHercules,
Every year we try to plan a trip during Columbus weekend but we forget. My Step-MIL knows a tour guide there and he gives them personal tours each year. They stay at a haunted B n B.
I have had strange occurances all my life. I will tell the incident that happened to my husband and myself while we were ghost hunting in an old cemetary outside of town, that was on the old oregon trail. We have a 3rd generation night scope which is really good. It has infared starlight. We were in the cemetary sharing the scope when we saw a silloutte of a women in an old prairie dress. It was not shadows playing with our eyes, it was the real deal. We left in a hurry. We were both a bit scared. We have seen everything from weird lights with a wisp of smokey trail(thats how I can describe it), to a weird green glowing light that was almost like it was radiation. I am now scared to go to that cemetary I always get a weird feeling like something is there that doesn't want us to be.
Our house has spirits too. I will post back later. I am catching an awful cold and I'm gonna go to bed.
Our house has spirits too. I will post back later. I am catching an awful cold and I'm gonna go to bed.
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I'm not sure that I've heard of that one, I have read that you can put iron above doors, in windows, and problem areas. Like horse shoes or old fashion iron nails.
I have way too many stories, I could end up with a small book worth after all of these years. Even this 'short' post is long.
I believe that growing up in a very haunted house left me sensitive and 'open' to it. Example, the house I live in now is not haunted, it's a sided double wide that was put here in '82, the land was pasture land before that. Former owners are alive.
Yet... A couple of years ago I was awoken by a very odd flapping noise, similar to cloth flapping in a strong wind. There was also that very uncomfortable, not alone feeling. It was not a dream, I could move and slowly did so... away from the edge of the bed. Past experience said "don't look to your left, you won't like it"
A few months after that I had just went to bed, DH was already in bed asleep. I know I had not yet fallen asleep because I hadn't closed my eyes nor was I comfortable yet.
I glanced up and over towards my closet door to see a basketball sized shadow appear from behind the bookshelf (next to the closet). This shadow was very solid and not lighter or less defined as would be a shadow cast from across the room. I even rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things.
It slid out from behind the bookshelf and slowly undulated it's way up the wall. Mind you I'm watching this thinking ".....uh"
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Back to the house I grew up in, I experience all the typical stuff there. Basic summery -
Doors opening and closing -doors unlocking themselves in front of me (heavy deadbolt) and opening. Doors refusing to open.
Weird smells, a light old fashioned lavender perfume, a burnt chemical/sulfur smell. And the best of all, that horrible dead smell, this was only a small patch above my bed that nothing above or around it smelled dead.
Knocks, banging, footsteps, scratching. It would even knock on my DH's (then bf) car windows.
Voices, calling out my name and sometimes other people would hear it call their name. Indistinct voices, like someone left a tv on in another room. Very distinct voices, clearly heard saying things.
Shadow figures, mist/smoke, orbs, and movement out of the corner of your eye.
Physically touched - felt a hand touch my back, something yanked my foot when I was in bed awake one night, and something firmly grabbed both my ankles out from under me on the stairs.
Stuff would be moved, fall off shelves for no reason. The only glass I was drinking out of in my room mysteriously went from my nightstand by my bed to the middle of the floor, in the two minutes I was out of the room (didn't see it, kicked it and sliced my foot open). Watched a bowl fall off my night stand and roll all the way across the room.
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One story there, I was 13, and had the downstairs bed room with an adjoining half bath at the time. Because of a very large built in shelf in the bathroom I kept my two hamsters in there (easy to keep cats out). Well, one night the two of them were being very noisy, chewing on anything that they could. Wanting to sleep, I got up and gave them some extra food to keep them busy. As I turned and walked out the bathroom door into my room I clearly heard a deep male voice in my room say "What are you going to do now?"
Some part of my brain must have switched off, because in the back of my mind the thought "I'm going to pee my pants" popped up. I didn't smart off to the voice/ghost though.
OK- this was the most scary experience of my life and I HOPE NEVER to experience it again.
There was this lady (let's call her Pat) that I and my friend (Heidi) were trying to help. Pat was very different- very childlike and naive. She was in her late 40s, lived in this FILTHY house that her mom had given to her in her will, and had almost no friends. Pat kept inviting us over to help her read her scriptures, pray and discuss spiritual things. It was hard for us to visit her because her home always smelled and she was very different but we were trying to be christian and she was very lonely.
One day, as we visited her, we started discussing scriptures and to my surprise, things were not going as well compared to before. She had a harder time understanding basic things so we were really puzzled at this setback. Her house had started smelling worse at that point and it was an odd smell.
We stopped and I asked if we could say a prayer to help us proceed. Pat agreed and asked me to say the prayer so I did.
In middle of my prayer, I was hit by a wave of hatred. That's the best way I could think of to describe it. I just froze in unbelief and terror-it felt like someone was right in my face HATING me and wanting to kill me. I struggled to finish the prayer and it was HARD. I finally asked for help in dispelling this evilness and as I finished praying, I started to open my eyes TERRIFIED of what I'd see. I had this CLEAR picture of an old lady glaring at me and muttering horrible things at me in my mind but as I looked, all I saw was Pat's childlike face. Then I looked over at Heidi. Heidi is one of the TOUGHEST ladies I ever have known and she was sitting there with a WHITE face shaking all over. I just KNEW something had happened and it was NOT my imagination like I was hoping.
I immediately told Pat that I wasn't feeling good and that we had to leave NOW. She was NOT happy about it but we gave her no choice.
As soon as we got in the car, I looked over at Heidi and asked if she was okay and what the heck happened. She looked over at me and asked why I stopped praying so I explained and as I explained, she started shaking all over again. At that point, she told me that right before I stopped praying, she heard footsteps (LOUD STOMPING footsteps) above her and doors opening/closing. The footsteps did not stop until I used the Lord's name to expel the evilness.
That experience really freaked us out because we KNEW we were the only ones there with Pat. We decided not to go back for a while to let ourselves calm down. After about a week, Pat was getting really upset that we had not come again so we finally visited.. As soon as we walked in, we both could feel the hatred so we just turned around and walked out apologizing.
After many lengthy discussions, we decided that we needed to get into her home and see if we could find anything that could explain what was going on so we decided to offer to help clean her house (which was necessary anyway!) and this way we could check her home out.
We got off to a good start and pretty much finished the rooms on the main floor. One FREAKY thing- I found some hidden pictures of her from YEARS ago. She looked absolutely NORMAL and intelligent in these pictures and was a BEAUTIFUL lady. I still cannot understand what could have possibly happened to make her change so much. I barely recognized her and then I saw a familiar face in one of the pictures- the old lady who was glaring at me. I asked Pat who it was and she said it was her mom- I had never seen a picture of her mom until that time but I already saw her face when I was praying before. It was clear that her mom's spirit was still in that house and she was NOT HAPPY that we were there.
Now we needed to get upstairs.. Now please remember- Heidi never told me where the footsteps started/ended so I didn't know which rooms the footsteps started/ended in- we wanted to see if I could identify which room was the worst without being influenced by Heidi's experience. Hope that made sense?
As soon as I suggested that we move upstairs to continue cleaning, Pat got really upset and refused. At that time, huge warning bells were going off for us. Why would Pat not want us to go upstairs??? She finally told us that her mom had died upstairs but couldn't explain why she didn't want us to go upstairs. After we promised we would not remove/change anything without her permission, she gave us permission to go upstairs.
As I went up (I was first after Pat), I looked around and there were about 4 doors and I immediately knew one was very very bad so I looked at Heidi and pointed- she nodded showing that is where the footsteps either started in or ended in. I asked Pat if we could go into that room first and she got antsy saying that was her mom's room. After discussing it again, we proceeded.. As we got closer to that room, the smell got much stronger like something had died.
I won't go into details about what we saw in that room. Pat denied any knowledge of this so we decided to go ahead and clean that room up. Now looking back, I think we should not have cleaned it up - maybe bring police in to investigate some stuff but it's too late now. (NOTE- there were NO DEAD BODIES in that house that we could find and no explanation for that horrible smell).
We cleaned that room SPOTLESS, explained to her why some of the things we found in that room were not appropriate and said a prayer and finally felt better in that house.
A couple days later, we visited Pat again and unfortunately that bad feeling was back. I asked if we could see her mom's room and she refused so at that point, we told her we could not visit her at her home again. If she wanted to visit and learn more about scriptures that we would have to meet in a neutral place.
After a while, we finally had to cut off all connections with Pat because she was becoming too obsessed with me and she refused to get any medical help. I have not seen her in over 10 years (I moved away a long time ago) and still wonder what happened to her.
I still have nightmares about that. It was the most scary experience for me and I do not want to be faced with an angry and hateful ghost like that again.
There was this lady (let's call her Pat) that I and my friend (Heidi) were trying to help. Pat was very different- very childlike and naive. She was in her late 40s, lived in this FILTHY house that her mom had given to her in her will, and had almost no friends. Pat kept inviting us over to help her read her scriptures, pray and discuss spiritual things. It was hard for us to visit her because her home always smelled and she was very different but we were trying to be christian and she was very lonely.
One day, as we visited her, we started discussing scriptures and to my surprise, things were not going as well compared to before. She had a harder time understanding basic things so we were really puzzled at this setback. Her house had started smelling worse at that point and it was an odd smell.
We stopped and I asked if we could say a prayer to help us proceed. Pat agreed and asked me to say the prayer so I did.
In middle of my prayer, I was hit by a wave of hatred. That's the best way I could think of to describe it. I just froze in unbelief and terror-it felt like someone was right in my face HATING me and wanting to kill me. I struggled to finish the prayer and it was HARD. I finally asked for help in dispelling this evilness and as I finished praying, I started to open my eyes TERRIFIED of what I'd see. I had this CLEAR picture of an old lady glaring at me and muttering horrible things at me in my mind but as I looked, all I saw was Pat's childlike face. Then I looked over at Heidi. Heidi is one of the TOUGHEST ladies I ever have known and she was sitting there with a WHITE face shaking all over. I just KNEW something had happened and it was NOT my imagination like I was hoping.
I immediately told Pat that I wasn't feeling good and that we had to leave NOW. She was NOT happy about it but we gave her no choice.
As soon as we got in the car, I looked over at Heidi and asked if she was okay and what the heck happened. She looked over at me and asked why I stopped praying so I explained and as I explained, she started shaking all over again. At that point, she told me that right before I stopped praying, she heard footsteps (LOUD STOMPING footsteps) above her and doors opening/closing. The footsteps did not stop until I used the Lord's name to expel the evilness.
That experience really freaked us out because we KNEW we were the only ones there with Pat. We decided not to go back for a while to let ourselves calm down. After about a week, Pat was getting really upset that we had not come again so we finally visited.. As soon as we walked in, we both could feel the hatred so we just turned around and walked out apologizing.
After many lengthy discussions, we decided that we needed to get into her home and see if we could find anything that could explain what was going on so we decided to offer to help clean her house (which was necessary anyway!) and this way we could check her home out.
We got off to a good start and pretty much finished the rooms on the main floor. One FREAKY thing- I found some hidden pictures of her from YEARS ago. She looked absolutely NORMAL and intelligent in these pictures and was a BEAUTIFUL lady. I still cannot understand what could have possibly happened to make her change so much. I barely recognized her and then I saw a familiar face in one of the pictures- the old lady who was glaring at me. I asked Pat who it was and she said it was her mom- I had never seen a picture of her mom until that time but I already saw her face when I was praying before. It was clear that her mom's spirit was still in that house and she was NOT HAPPY that we were there.
Now we needed to get upstairs.. Now please remember- Heidi never told me where the footsteps started/ended so I didn't know which rooms the footsteps started/ended in- we wanted to see if I could identify which room was the worst without being influenced by Heidi's experience. Hope that made sense?
As soon as I suggested that we move upstairs to continue cleaning, Pat got really upset and refused. At that time, huge warning bells were going off for us. Why would Pat not want us to go upstairs??? She finally told us that her mom had died upstairs but couldn't explain why she didn't want us to go upstairs. After we promised we would not remove/change anything without her permission, she gave us permission to go upstairs.
As I went up (I was first after Pat), I looked around and there were about 4 doors and I immediately knew one was very very bad so I looked at Heidi and pointed- she nodded showing that is where the footsteps either started in or ended in. I asked Pat if we could go into that room first and she got antsy saying that was her mom's room. After discussing it again, we proceeded.. As we got closer to that room, the smell got much stronger like something had died.
I won't go into details about what we saw in that room. Pat denied any knowledge of this so we decided to go ahead and clean that room up. Now looking back, I think we should not have cleaned it up - maybe bring police in to investigate some stuff but it's too late now. (NOTE- there were NO DEAD BODIES in that house that we could find and no explanation for that horrible smell).
We cleaned that room SPOTLESS, explained to her why some of the things we found in that room were not appropriate and said a prayer and finally felt better in that house.
A couple days later, we visited Pat again and unfortunately that bad feeling was back. I asked if we could see her mom's room and she refused so at that point, we told her we could not visit her at her home again. If she wanted to visit and learn more about scriptures that we would have to meet in a neutral place.
After a while, we finally had to cut off all connections with Pat because she was becoming too obsessed with me and she refused to get any medical help. I have not seen her in over 10 years (I moved away a long time ago) and still wonder what happened to her.
I still have nightmares about that. It was the most scary experience for me and I do not want to be faced with an angry and hateful ghost like that again.
OH MY GOODNESS! THAT WOULD HAVE FREAKED ME OUT HUGE!
Jeez.. Now it's bedtime. Do I dare go to bed now??? Jeez.. I just had a heart attack! My doorbell light just went off several times but there's no one at the door.
OMG that is really really scary. I never heard a story like that besides in movies!
Ohh.. Pamela that story gave me awful chills
Spooky!
Mine isn't scary, it's downright dull compared to some of the stories
The house that we live in was built along the Lewis and Clark trail sometime in the early 1900's. Our driveway was actually the Lewis and Clark trail...so I'm sure that many people passed through and many things happened here
I haven't experienced any negative or scary things going on BUT I hear footsteps upstairs almost daily when there is no one else home
I haven't told the kids that we have a ghost, there bedrooms are upstairs, I'm afraid that they'll refuse to sleep up there if I do
Mine isn't scary, it's downright dull compared to some of the stories
The house that we live in was built along the Lewis and Clark trail sometime in the early 1900's. Our driveway was actually the Lewis and Clark trail...so I'm sure that many people passed through and many things happened here
I haven't experienced any negative or scary things going on BUT I hear footsteps upstairs almost daily when there is no one else home
I haven't told the kids that we have a ghost, there bedrooms are upstairs, I'm afraid that they'll refuse to sleep up there if I do
OH MAN.. It DOES sound like something that would happen in a movie!
I only WISH I DID NOT EXPERIENCE THAT!
I still would like to find out what happened to change Pat so much. I mean the lady I visited would put lipstick on missing her lips, had uncombed ratty hair and wore sloppy clothes compared to the chic, neat and pretty looking lady I saw in the pictures. Heidi and I think it must be related to her mom- maybe she went crazy after her mom died and maybe her mom haunted her which did not help?? Who knows?
Jeez that does sound like a movie..
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Sounds like the woman needed serious help, but what can you do unless it could be proven she was a harm to herself and others.
When someone or thing has died in a room, on something like a bed. The bowel tends to go and other stuff... er seeps. Is it possible that horrible smell was in something that you cleaned up? Old mattress maybe. And could the woman have brought the stuff back into the home after you left.
I'm not religious at all, but maybe that would have been the type of situation that a church group should have gotten involved to help the woman. A positive caring group/force to push out the bad. The home really needed to be 'cleaned' and probably blessed. You certainly couldn't have done it all yourself, so never blame yourself for not doing more.
All the stuff I went through was mostly unsettling, not harmful and certainly did not have the intent to be so. Only once did I feel something that made me fear for my life, this was not something that was normally in my house. I believe it was something passing though that was drawn to me. I pictured myself protected/shielded from it, that it couldn't hurt me, and that it was being pushed out of my house and told it out loud to leave, that it "wasn't welcome here". It seemed to work since it left.
When someone or thing has died in a room, on something like a bed. The bowel tends to go and other stuff... er seeps. Is it possible that horrible smell was in something that you cleaned up? Old mattress maybe. And could the woman have brought the stuff back into the home after you left.
I'm not religious at all, but maybe that would have been the type of situation that a church group should have gotten involved to help the woman. A positive caring group/force to push out the bad. The home really needed to be 'cleaned' and probably blessed. You certainly couldn't have done it all yourself, so never blame yourself for not doing more.
All the stuff I went through was mostly unsettling, not harmful and certainly did not have the intent to be so. Only once did I feel something that made me fear for my life, this was not something that was normally in my house. I believe it was something passing though that was drawn to me. I pictured myself protected/shielded from it, that it couldn't hurt me, and that it was being pushed out of my house and told it out loud to leave, that it "wasn't welcome here". It seemed to work since it left.
I don't think it ruined the thread. This thread is sort of like a campfire story where everyone tells their stories, then when you get to the big scary one everyone gets all creeped out but the stories usually continue.
When you said that her mom's room smelled horrible I was going to ask--was there a dead body in there? But you said there wasn't.
We did bring someone in to bless the house- I forgot all about that until you mentioned that. The blessing helped for a few days but the bad feelings and smell came back.Originally Posted by strange_wings
Sounds like the woman needed serious help, but what can you do unless it could be proven she was a harm to herself and others.
When someone or thing has died in a room, on something like a bed. The bowel tends to go and other stuff... er seeps. Is it possible that horrible smell was in something that you cleaned up? Old mattress maybe. And could the woman have brought the stuff back into the home after you left.
I'm not religious at all, but maybe that would have been the type of situation that a church group should have gotten involved to help the woman. A positive caring group/force to push out the bad. The home really needed to be 'cleaned' and probably blessed. You certainly couldn't have done it all yourself, so never blame yourself for not doing more.
Her mom died like 5 or 8 years before then. We could not find one specific thing/area that seemed to be the source- the whole room just smelled like death in general. There's no way she could have brought them in because we carted the trash away. We WERE concerned that she'd go through trash to get them back so we made sure she didn't know where and we did not dump the trash in any of the trashcans on her block.
Originally Posted by Moz
I don't think it ruined the thread. This thread is sort of like a campfire story where everyone tells their stories, then when you get to the big scary one everyone gets all creeped out but the stories usually continue.
When you said that her mom's room smelled horrible I was going to ask--was there a dead body in there? But you said there wasn't.Also maybe Pat went ill after her mother died or right before she did.
Yeah we were really surprised that we didn't find anything dead. We were convinced that there was a dead animal or something in that house. *sigh*
We had some theories about what happened.
One theory was that someone who was heavily involved in devil worshipping broke into her home and used that room to do his/her acts. It'd be EASY since she was deaf and wouldn't know if someone was in the house.
Another theory was that Pat tried to bring her mom back using some black magic ceremonies (I'm not sure of the proper terms for this?). I'm more inclined to this because of me seeing her mom.
We KNOW some ceremonies were done in that room from what we saw and what was used.
One theory was that someone who was heavily involved in devil worshipping broke into her home and used that room to do his/her acts. It'd be EASY since she was deaf and wouldn't know if someone was in the house.
Another theory was that Pat tried to bring her mom back using some black magic ceremonies (I'm not sure of the proper terms for this?). I'm more inclined to this because of me seeing her mom.
We KNOW some ceremonies were done in that room from what we saw and what was used.
I have never seen a ghost but when I was 16 my grandma who I had spent most of my life living near passed away, for 3 days after she died I had the same dream, my parents and sister and I and other relatives were at her house for a party or something and at the end of the dreams she always left, at the end of the 3rd dream I asked her "this is your house, why do you keep leaving" and she said "don't worry I'll never leave you" that was the last of those dreams, a few years later I had a dream that we were all gathered at her house and she was sitting at the table talking about heaven, I was watching her then looked away for a minute when I looked back she was gone, I hav'nt dreamed of her since.
Pamela, you didn't ruin this thread at all! Your story is one of the most chilling I've ever heard... it must have been deeply disturbing to you at the time. I thank you for sharing it... and also for the happier story about your step-grandpa! I had a wonderful grandpa, too, and I've always missed him terribly. Someday, I hope we'll be able to sit out on the front porch of a summer evening again, watching the fireflies and listening to the trains go by down at the crossing.
Pamela, that was an awesome story. Probably people are thinking, "oh well, my story is kinda boring after that one." LOL.
