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There are a few interactions I’ve had with the supernatural.
Most of them have occurred at my nana’s house.
Tale #1: The Living Portraits and the Mystery Person
It was past midnight, and my little cousin and I slept in one of the bedrooms at Nana’s house.
There were portraits of random people everywhere- Old pictures which are seemingly harmless. There was one next to us, and there appeared to be a clown in the picture (we later discovered that it was actually a red haired woman). We both screamed and hid beneath the covers, because it looked like it was staring right at us.
When we got out from under the covers, things seemed normal again.
Not for long, however.
There was another suspicious picture across from us, next to the mirror. At first, it was just a normal monochromatic picture of a tree. But, then a man’s face popped out of it, like it was gonna break out of the picture.
And THEN…
BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!!
The sound of knocking and footsteps traveled above the ceiling. It was loud and creaky, and we didn’t sleep all night.
Tale #2: The Little Lost Girl
It was a typical game night at my nana’s house. Nana was asleep. I was on the recliner playing Minecraft with my online friend.
Until…
“Mommy? Come here, Mommy. Don’t you love me?”
It was the voice of a six year old girl, coming from the hallway. Keep in mind…the light was on. Now, my right ankle started stinging, and it felt as if it was being grabbed tightly. It started going numb in five seconds. Then, same happened to my left ankle, and then my wrists, traveling up my neck.
Nothing was there, though. Or so I saw, since the light was on.
Maybe I was actually being tortured by a ghost.
Tale #3: 14th Birthday Spooks
This started at my house, on my 14th birthday party. The week after I got SA’d, my abuser came to my house with a few of my old friends.
Everything was flowing well at the time- Well, other than the fact my abuser hurt my brother again, the fact that it hailed for like five seconds then stopped, and also this story I’m gonna get to.
So, later that night, when my abuser left the house and my friends were staying, we were playing with the Ouija board. After one of us got our question answered, the sound of a screeching demon came from just outside the living room, and we could hear my cousin crying outside. When we ran out, she had a bite mark on her wrist, but everyone acted normal again.
I am still wondering what happened.
I think that’s all I have in mind right now, I just wanted to share some spooky TRUE stories.
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s0nd3r
I've always felt bad for ghosts, trapped in some hellish mockery of limbo. Purgatory must be really, really lonely. I know they scare me sometimes, but they don't always mean to. There are some bad ghosts out there, I've had ghost experiences that have been passed down from generation to generation in my family. The ones I've had were short and silent. But the strange thing is that the ghosts took the guise of my parents. I made sure this wasn't a prank; they do not lie. Not only that, but I've tried touching one. It did not feel cold. I did not feel wind. I was kicking nothing. The ghosts I've met don't say anything, but sometimes they get a little touchy. I know my father has experienced ghosts that've scraped at him before.