I love supernatural shows, the good scary ones with ghosts and demons. Where items are moving and odd sounds happen. When dogs start barking at unseen objects and lights flicker. I love the adrenaline rush that it gives, the way it makes my heart pound and the screams and yells that elicite from my throat as I watch the movies. I like clinging to my friends and hiding my eyes, laughing with them at my sillyness.
However, as much as I love a good scary story, when things start happening to myself - I draw the line there.
I have no where else to talk about these things that are happening to me inside my own home, my friends would probably think that I'm telling them a joke just to scare them. My Dad rolls his eyes and tries to come up with a logically explanation for it. My Mom is a bit more open minded about the topic of angels and supersitions, and some of the things I'm about to tell you have occured when I'm with my Mom.
Everything seems to happen when its just girls, most of these... Occurences? Happen when my Dad leaves town for work, or when I'm with my friends.
Anyway, here's my story.
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A Haunting
Non-FictionThis is about what happens to me, during my life and in my home. I am a strong believer in the supernatural, and should you read this and have had something similar happen to you, feel free to comment and tell me about it. I would love to hear other...
