Compilation Of Horror Stories

51: My Paranormal Experience

My Paranormal Experience
So I was around 16 or 17 years old. My mother, sister, and I had just moved into a new house. Everything was completely fine when we moved in. My mom and sister moved into 2 of the 3 bedrooms upstairs. Me being the only guy in the house, I elected to move into the bedroom in the basement.

The whole basement is finished, so it's pretty much like a 1 bedroom apartment down there. I thought there was no way it could be that sketchy down there… man, was I wrong. About a month after moving in, I started noticing little things like hangers moving with no wind and light knocks in the middle of the night. I know it's not that scary but it was enough to get me to move upstairs to the 3rd bedroom (that was kind of like an office/gaming room at the time).

So, I moved everything from one room to another and began staying upstairs, although I still went downstairs to play Xbox. Everything was fine for another month or so after that. Until one day I was playing Xbox in the basement when all of a sudden, I see this white mist shoot out from behind my tv, up the wall, and across the ceiling, right over my head. I never ran so fast in my life. I told my mom about it and she just brushed it off as my imagination.

Over the next few months, I started hearing knocking and seeing things move again, and they slowly started getting stronger. It eventually got to the point where I could hear them upstairs. Along with that, I would hear whispers in the dark and disembodied screams.

There was a time when my mom was on a business trip and my sister was at her friends so I had to stay home alone all night. I was surprised at how little was happening that night until about 1 am. I was on the verge of falling asleep when I was startled by a bloodcurdling scream that sounded like my mom calling my name when I knew I was the only person in the house… I slept the rest of the night with the lights on. I told my mom and she blamed it on my imagination again.

A few months go by and nothing really big happens. Things still happened but it was really small stuff. Things I’d grown used to seeing and was now able to ignore. But then things started picking up again and it had begun to move upstairs.

That’s when things really got crazy. I remember like it was yesterday. It was late at night. I was watching TV in my room when my bed started shaking. Not like horror movie shaking, but the kind of shaking where you know you are the only one that can feel it. I brushed it off and kept watching TV.

A few hours go by and I start to feel like something is pulling my covers from the foot of my bed. I keep my eyes closed hoping that it would just go away but it didn’t. I felt a cold hand grab my ankle and try to drag me. At that point, I panicked and screamed bloody murder. My mom and sister came running out of their rooms and I told them what happened (as well as I could being in such a state of terror).

Instead of my mom telling me it was my imagination again, this time she told me something that truly frightened me. She said that about 5 minutes before I screamed, she saw a shadow walk by the crack under her bedroom door. She just thought it was me or my sister going to the bathroom so she didn’t think anything of it. For the rest of that night we kept every light in the house on.

In the morning my mom called the people who sold her the house (who have always been incredibly helpful to us) and told them what happened. They are religious and had their priest come and bless the house. They also personally gave us a crucifix for the house. Since then things have calmed down. I’m 25 now and no longer live there but I stay on holidays. Things still happen from time to time but nothing worth being afraid of. We think the things that happen now are just playful spirits just having some fun.

- zZaRagingClueZz

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