I've decided to send you a detailed account of my
encounters with ghostly phenomena because I cannot seem to
get away from it. Let me start from the beginning: I was
born in Okinawa, Japan and have since travelled all over
America and back again, and at the moment I live in
Delaware, US. As much as I have travelled, I would have
thought that the house I looked forward to would certainly
not have the same problematic situations as the house I was
leaving. Yet everywhere I go I seem to have some encounter.
My earliest memory of something that just wasn't "right"
happened in Oceanside, California. I lived on a military
base and several experiences happened there.
Once, I woke up in the middle of the night, terrified from a nightmare,
and called to my mother several times. When she finally
arrived she looked sympathetic with a tired sound in her
voice, but the funny thing is I don't recall her saying
much of anything, which is unusual. As I related my dream
to her, she answered in a serious of nods and facial
expressions, and when I asked her about my nightmare she
suddenly disappeared! My own mother vanished before my
eyes! I was petrified! I called to my mom again and she
came in again, this times groggy and agitated, which
seemed a little more normal. But I was afraid she'd
disappear again and was extremely nervous around her. At
this point in time I was around five years old, so I had no
concept of ghosts other than skeletons in sheets, and did
not have any assumption that what I had seen was a ghost.
All I did understand was my mother had disappeared into
thin air and I was alone.
Another incident occured in the same townhouse where a
friend of mine and I were in my room searching for a rubber
snake. In my bedroom closet there was a small crawl space
that was not considered an attic although it was located
where an attic should be. The crawl space had a small door
that had been painted over numerous times and could not be
opened anymore. My friend and I were about three feet away
from the closet when suddenly my bedroom door opened,
leading into a pitch black hallway (at 5 or 6 pm on a
summer's eve?) And we both saw red eyes looking in on us.
It lasted a few seconds and then it faded away and the
hallway was bright with light again. Needless to say both
of us fled the room but was terrified of running through
that door!
After moving to Long Beach, CA, things seemed to calm down
a bit, but there was always an eerie feeling in the hallway
of my apartment. Seeing as how I've never lived in a
house, but always rented an apartment, townhouse, studio,
hotel, etc., so I have always lived in a place where many
previous tenants lived. I figured it was, by that time, a
monster because I lived there from around the ages of 8-11
before I relocated to another apartment in the building. I
think perhaps the ghoul followed me beacuse the creepy
feelings were present in that house as well.
My most frightening experiences, though, happened while I
was living in a Brooklyn apartment in grand ol' New York.
Once I awoke to a frightening scene of my bedroom door
rattling and shaking violently as if someone wanted to be
let out...or in. And the bed I was sleeping on sounded as
if someone were jumping or else conducting some physical
activity on it because the bedsprings were squeaking loudly
but I couldn't feel it moving. Two other witnesses, my
mother and sister, came running to the door to see what was
going on. They said they watched to door and it wasn't
moving at all. The sound continued though, it was quite
peculiar. There was also a section of the apartment were
one would constantly see some shadowy movement. Sometimes
it would be less, just a slight flicker...others you could
see an actual figure move across from one room to the
other. I always thought it was just my imagination when I
saw it out of the corner of my eye until I looked straight
at it and watched it move into my parent's room.
My father also had an experience in that apartment when he
awoke one night to find a floating mist over his bed. I
was in the living room when I suddenly heard him shriek in
fright (my father? a distinguished military man, a former
marine, who presently worked at a federal prison,
shrieking? I was surprised too).
I've also seen faces in my television and heard random people talking in the living
room, but was too frightened to go look until the voices
stopped. My father has also heard a little boy crying, but
it only happened the first couple weeks we lived there, and
no one else heard anything. I've felt like there was a man
standing at the foot of my bed, watching, on several
occasions.
One of the scariest things I've experienced,
though, was not so much the visual as it was the
emotional. I was in the living room, late at night, when
suddenly I had this feeling I was not alone. I had been
seeing various shadows move across the bedrooms as I had
seen many times before, but that night there were more than
usual. I became chilly and walked into the kitchen for
some reason I cannot recall. As I walked out, though, I
had the most terrifying feeling as if someone was running
up behind me and I screamed in surprise and shock because
it felt like it ran right into me and right *through* me.
Then it disappeared, but the feeling was so horrible I sat
down on the couch and couldn't breath, I just watched the
corner I has just walked around to get out of the kitchen
with wide eyes and a deep fear.
I've also seen a strange man walking down the parking lot
ramp with a rope in his hand, looking quite awkward. My
building had security guards but I knew them all and this
man was unfamiliar. In my stairwell, my friends and I
played with a makeshift Ouija board and were chased out
with the words "Go Away" and heavy running footsteps in an
echoy, empty staircase. This apartment building was
crawling with paranormal activity.
I had two ghostly friends in my room with whom I grew familiar with and even
talked to, naming them "Jack" and "Jill". They wouldn't
respond or appear to me in visions, but I felt them around
and have said things like, "Where did I leave my book?"
after searching for what seemed like forever, and upon re-
entering the room, there my book would sit, on my bed
waiting for me as if it had been there all along (which it
hadn't). So I didn't mind these two much but they seem to
be a weaker presence than the foreboding one who
occasionally made his presence known at the foot of my
bed. I felt like the two friendly spirits were afraid of
this one so I didn't do much in terms of saying hello to
the scarier man. I had no doubt, though, that this
apartment had at least ten different spirits in it, and
those where just the regulars.
I would get random
presences like the crying boy and the strange face on the
television who would stay from a short period of time and
leave.
Now I am currently located in Delaware where I have had
minimal problems compared to New York but still there are
odd happenings, of which I will send you some pictures as
soon as I possibly can (within the next few days). Of
these situations there are feelings of dread and cold
rooms. My room will sometimes smell like cigarette smoke
or peculiar food that seems to be rotting. There are
disturbing noises from the empty space up in loft where
pipes run and bats live, and maintenence workers spend time
fixing air conditioners. I can hear footsteps and loud
banging noises, even when there are no maintenence men
working. There are also several pictures we have taken,
that seem so have some inexplicable mist over them. I am hoping you can possibly
give me an explanation to this? I seem to be constantly
surrounded by ghoulies, which makes me wonder if I'm not
plagued with the same ordeal that poor little boy from "The
Sixth Sense" had to deal with. I'd like a little insight
from anybody who reads this story if they have any
experiences similar and how they reacted to it, I would
love to hear from anybody and everybody. Thanks!!!
Contact me here: starla_triste@yahoo.com
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