Chapter 3....The Research

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AUGUST 5TH, 2014: 

I woke up, and it was as if nothing had happened to me. I jumped up out of bed, and walked into the hallway towards my little sister's room. I knocked on her door, and she said "come in!" I walked into the room, and she sat up from her bed. She could tell by the expression on my face that there was something bothering me. "What's wrong?" she asked. I looked at her, and replied "Did you hear any loud knocking last night?" She looked really confused, and said "no?" I nodded my head and she asked me why. I didn't really say anything besides "Oh, I was just wondering." and then I walked out of her room.

It's really strange that my little sister didn't even hear the knocking, her room is right across from mine. (and when I say her bedroom is RIGHT across from mine, I mean our rooms were almost connected together.) I walked into my room and proceeded to get onto my laptop like usual, but this time I decided to looked up any possible explanations for the knocking I heard. I thought that it could have been my father on the roof working, but it was WAY too early in the morning, and I saw him in bed sleeping when it happened...I asked him just to make sure it wasn't him, and of course he gave me a weird look and said that he was asleep. 

"Everyone was asleep during the knocking, nobody heard the whispering. Was I going insane?"

It was crazy to hear knocking... but whispering, and feeling like someone was in my room watching me? I knew that I wasn't diagnosed with a mental illness like schizophrenia, but I couldn't help but to feel like I was insane.. it had to be something else...I went to thinking it might have been something paranormal. I used Google for everything, so I decided to use Google to see if there could be a ghost in my house by just typing in some stuff in the search engine of things that I've been experiencing.

The results of my research found that the 3 knocks could be a sign of "The Holy Trinity" (the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit), which is basically a sign of protection; or it could mean that something demonic was trying to come into my life, and if that was the case, I wasn't going to let that happen...Then I came across another result. "3 knockings can usually mean that someone close to you is going to die". I immediately thought of my unborn child; because I was in fact, pregnant. This scared me, I didn't know what to do. I decided to just continue to try to ignore whatever was trying to get my attention because I didn't want to taunt this 'spirit' or whatever it is, especially if it is an evil entity.

I got onto Facebook and messaged my best friend, (I'm going to call her Jenna for the sake of her privacy.) I knew that she would know what to do, because when we were little, we were always interested in stuff like this. I was Wiccan, and she was Pagan. The message was pretty short, and it didn't go into much detail... It was something like this;

        "Hey, some strange stuff have been happening to me lately, and I don't know why. I was woke up by some really loud knockings in a group of 3. It might be nothing, but I'll let you know if anything else happens. Maybe you know what this is?"

Just as I thought my day couldn't get any worse, I was wrong... I sat at my desk, watching Youtube videos and writing stories. It started around 6:00 PM, and I was just starting to write my new story, when all of the sudden I heard a very clear male voice (which sounded as if someone behind me said this) it whispered "Mine." I turned around so quick.... to try to see if someone was there, but nobody was.

I had a strange feeling as if someone were behind me, but there was a wall directly behind me, and nobody could possibly be standing behind me with such small space there was. I decided maybe I could talk to whatever it was, so I just simply replied, "What do you mean?" about 2 minutes of silence had passed. I searched around my room to make sure nobody was in my room but me (just in case). I received no replies or answers what-so-ever that night.

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