All My Paranormal Experiences

Rocking

I just had an experience before writing this, and it reminded me of something that happened when I was really young. What just happened now was so subtle that I honestly didn't realize it was happening for a few seconds. I was sitting on my bed, reading Wattpad when I started rocking. Getting ever so slightly closer to the tablet then back to the millimeter that was my originally position. It wasn't until I felt like I was moving, that I even noticed I was moving. Now, I do have a habit of moving without realizing if I'm really bored. However, once I realize I'm moving, I'd usually stop. This time I didn't. My dresser is more of a vanity, so there's a big mirror there. I looked in the mirror and sure enough, I was ever so slightly moving. I looked at my bed's headboard and I noticed my vision wasn't acting like I was moving. It was like i was sitting completely still. Once the feeling stopped, I repeated the action myself and my vision worked as if I was moving.

As for the memory, this happened in my old house, the same house the chapter "Young Me And A Ghost" is in. I'm pretty sure I never mentioned that that chapter was in a different house, so now y'all know. But, anyway, this happened I wanna saw when I was four. Like the memories in the previously mentioned chapter, it's kind of a blur, but I do remember this and no one told me. So, take the truth behind it with a grain of salt in case I'm remembering wrong. And no, this isn't the stereotypical rocking horse moving on its own. Its the rocking chair moving on its own, kinda. It wasn't really a rocking chair, it was an old recliner that was torn up. I don't remember exactly what I was doing, but I was in the living room. (Most likely playing with my dog or watching cartoons) The recliner was in a corner, with a semi good view of the TV if you were to sit there. I should know, that was my favorite spot for cartoon binge watching. Anywho, for whatever reason I  happened to glance at that chair and noticed it was moving. Being so young and having my grandpa's ghost around I thought it was him and I wasn't scared at all. I just stared at it until getting bored and leaving the room.

~Extra~

For all my lovely readers, I'm gonna put in a little something different for you all. As you know, I talked about creepypasta before in this book and used to be somewhat of a fangirl. Today, I looked back on those days and decided to make an OC. Mostly because I had some spare time on my hands and thought it would be fun. So, I came up with 3 characters. The OC, a pasta version of myself, and a pasta version of someone else I know. I only drew the OC as of now and mayhaps I'll figure out how to put the drawing in the next chapter if you want to see my crappy art. Anyway, I named her Candle Wix or Wix for short. The reason of her name is because she has a candle melted into her skull and hair and her eyes are like jack-o-latern eyes. Instead of pupils, there's candle flames. But back to the story, I was talking with a friend and talking about Wix. I told him her back story (or what I had so far), what she looked like, how she kills, etc. I apparently rambled so much, that I got my friend paranoid that Wix was gonna come to life and kill him. I know it's kinda mean, but I found it hilarious.