In my last post i left a few things out simply because they weren’t important to what i was telling, but now that I’m telling the rest of the story, I’m going to fill in some of the spaces in the time line.
Now the first very small detail is this - Since my sisters and i were born, if a picture of us was taken in our father’s house there would always been a faint white line through it, off to the side of us or a small shadow in the same area. A few pictures even had an outlining of something standing next to us or behind of us. My mother always thought it was just the film which is completely understandable. I would upload some of them but i live with my mother now and my father is over two hours away and that’s where the pictures are plus, they are probably all ruined due to all the floods at my dad’s place (Which happens several times a year and things always get ruined)
The other main but little detail which will hopefully help the second half of the story make more sense is a little bit different - So when i was either 12 or 13 i was visiting my mother, her and my aunt were having a ... paranormal party, kinda like a candle party but instead of someone selling all different candles, there was a psychic who was paid by my mother and aunt to do readings for everyone who was there, well everyone who had someone on the other side who was either strong enough to communicate, or willing to communicate as some spirits rather be left at peace. (My mother and Aunty were hoping to hear from my grandmother, they just wanted to know she was okay and happy) Anyways, in my mother’s eyes i was to young to be apart of it so she asked me to stay in my cousin’s room and to play video games until the readings and what not were complete. I remember being stubborn about it, wanting to stay and hear what was to be said after what i had been going through, i wanted to know if the thing that had been bothering my sisters and i, would communicate with me and tell me why but i couldn’t tell my mother that as she knew nothing about it so i didn’t get my way and was sent to play games. After it was over i was allowed out of the room and allow to have some snacks and drinks with everyone else, the psychic was still there but I didn’t go near her as what she was paid for was over but that didn’t stop her from coming over to me. She spent about 15 minutes glancing over at me before asking my mother who i was, mum just said that’s my daughter, would you like to meet her? She said yes and walked over to me with my mother. “Hello, my name is Sam. What’s your name?” I was a shy kid so my mother gave her my name and said it was okay to me and i wasn’t going to get in trouble for speaking to her. I still kept quiet, anxiety is annoying like that. Sam then turned to look at my mother and asked her if she knew any people by four different names, my mother nodded and said “That’s my mother’s name, my Nan’s name and my great aunt’s name but i don’t know anyone by the last name, why?” Sam didn’t say anything for a minute or two before saying. “I understand” She wasn’t talking to me or my mother, she was talking to a spirit but we didn’t know that so my mother asked what she understood. What Sam said next, i don’t think I’m ever going to forget because i didn’t really believe it, the only reason i believed it in the slightest was because she knew three of my dead family members names, two of which i never knew. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t speaking to you. I was speaking to the spirit of a young boy who’s clinging to your daughter, i didn’t understand how he fit into things as the other three spirits clinging to her are family and he isn’t.” It took my mother a few seconds to say anything. “Well who is he and what do you mean clinging to my daughter?” See the funny thing is, Sam couldn’t get ahold of my grandmother’s spirit simply because its like a two way street, Sam calls out to them and either they answer or they don’t, my grandmother didn’t answer because she was already there, she was with me and if i had been allowed out there Sam would have picked up on it though my grandmother still wasn’t communicating with her, she was to weak as she was protecting me along with three others. She was using all her energy just to stick with me and i still to this day feel so guilty about it. She should have been at peace, waiting for her husband and family to someday join her but instead she stayed. Anyways back to the story, Sam then explained to my mother that “Clinging” meant watching over me and that the boy was a 17 year old boy who lost his life out the front of my dad’s house when i was just a little girl, he was going to move on but apparently he sensed darkness in our house and saw it hovering around me and apparently saw two other spirits hovering around me as well, keeping me safe so he joined them. For no other reason than i was a little girl who had evil looming over her. She went on to say that most people don’t even have one spirit watching over them and it was very rare to have more than one, she had never seen someone with four spirits watching over their soul, keeping it safe. Sam continued to explain that she closed the part of her mind that allowed her to see harmful spirits years ago as it carried to many risks and that she didn’t know what they were keeping me safe from and then she apologised to my mother because she wasn’t going to go reaching out for it to find out what it was and what it wanted with me. Now that it’s explained that I weirdly have four spirits watching over me... well three now i can tell you what happened when i turned 16.
So i had been living with my mum for three months when i turned sixteen and we moved into a bigger rental place to fit, my mother, my sister and i. Everything was really good, i finally had a bedroom to myself and didn’t live in the middle of bush were it took 20 minutes to get anyway via car and I thought i left all the weird shit behind and that my life was finally moving forward and away from everything of my childhood. As soon as i moved away i got my first boyfriend, i got my first job interview, i became the babysitter for the little girl next door to help her mother out and everything just felt good, i honestly was so happy i wasn’t even thinking about the paranormal things that happened at my dad’s. I was just enjoying life. Roughly a month into my relationship, i went to visit my dad for a few days because i missed him and my sister that i now didn’t live with and at first nothing was pulling on my hair or poking at my face to keep me awake then my boyfriend stopped messaging me or calling me, he also wouldn’t answer when i called and i just wanted to wish him a happy 18th birthday but nothing and i got this sick feeling like something was wrong and that night i woke up to something pulling my hair, really roughly to. See apparently your mental state either helps you to block things out or when it’s weaker due to something the spirits can inch themselves back in because your not as strong and that was starting to happen to me because i was scared that he was going to leave me or something. I did not work this out for a bout a year. Anyways after three days, i had a nightmare that he had cheated so when i woke up, i just called his phone at 3am and left a voice message saying “I know you cheated, i forgive you just please call me when you get this” I went back to sleep and nothing else happened that night because in my own way i knew what was going on so i relaxed to a certain point where they couldn’t bother me. After being home for a few weeks with mum, my boyfriend and i were trying to keep things going because he did in fact cheat on me and even though i said I’d forgiven him it was still hurting me though i told him everything was fine. Nothing was happening at my mum’s which was great but then one night my boyfriend got drunk and chose to tell me every detail of him cheating on me, every single thing they did and how much he enjoyed it, that night i woke up, not to something pulling on my hair or poking my face but to the feeling of someone sitting on my bed next to my head. I jumped to my feet right quick, the mattress beside where my pillows were was indented as if someone was sitting there, i started to panic and just stood there looking at it, by this point i had tears running down my face even though I hadn’t blinked them free, i was so scared that i couldn’t move. About ten minutes went by and it was still just sitting there and then out of nowhere the dent in my mattress just eased off, still i slept on the couch with the tv on. Fuck being in the dark.
A few months down the track, i had gotten a tv for my room and hooked my PlayStation up to it so i could have YouTube playing in the background while i slept to keep me calm because now every single night something would sit down on my bed and just watch me, it wouldn’t always be by my head. Sometimes it would sit right on my feet and I would just act as if i was just asleep, hoping it would go away but it always stayed for 10 to 15 minutes and after that would just disappear until the next night. Now at the start i didn’t know if it was something evil, like at my father’s or one of the people looking over me, just trying to be close to me. It started in February and it was now May 2013, things were dying down and i think this was because i was excited about something, my boyfriend was going to be staying with me for two whole weeks. We’d never been together in person which is why i was able to over look him cheating, because we hadn’t had the chance to really fall in love. Now he was staying at our place for two weeks, he wasn’t allowed to share my bed which was fair as i was 16 and he was 18 but we did get left alone during the day for about five hours and being normal teenagers we got up to stuff, stuff we shouldn’t have. While he was here, until the point were we went all the way nothing had be happening at night because i was just so happy but after he and i slept together, i felt very insecure and kept thinking the girl he cheated with was probably better and once these thoughts were in my head it started happening again and it happened for the next three days until i was taken to hospital for mass vomiting and dehydration, when i was sick in hospital, nothing really bothered me, i just wanted to get home and spend the last few days with my partner. I wasn’t focusing on the negatives, just about getting home. (I need to tell this part even though its not about what was going on paranormally) Now the night i was allowed to go home, about five days into being at hospital my doctor came into my room while my mother and boyfriend were out getting some air or something to drink and he sat down on the end of my bed and said “I ran once last test, and after seeing the results we can send you home” I looked at him a little puzzled because he hadn’t told me what test it was or the results, he just sat for a minute before continuing to talk “Does your mother know your having sex?” I felt a little upset, a little scared and really annoyed and i just let the words flood out “Do i have an STD? Did he give me an STD? We only had sex once!” My doctor chuckled and quickly apologised for it before saying “No, you don’t have an STD but you are pregnant. It’s very early, your hormones have barely changed but its why your so sick. It’s not common but some women will start showing early pregnancy signs only a few days after conceiving and i think that’s what’s happening here. I’m not going to tell your mother but you should, I’ll get the paper work ready to send you home” I didn’t tell anyone for three weeks and it wasn’t my boyfriend or my mother, it was my father. I had gone to visit him and i was so sick that he wanted to take me to hospital and that’s when I said “Dad, i think I’m pregnant” He was very disappointed but he went to the store and bought three different types of home pregnancy tests and each one of them come up positive. I think it was the next day, i called my boyfriend and told him. He wanted me to have an abortion but that’s just not who i am and it started fights and we fought for the next three weeks now i was in bed at the end of those three and i woke up to, not something sitting on my bed or pulling my hair but to quite a lot of blood. I walked myself to the hospital that day and they took some blood and gave me an ultrasound... I had lost my baby and i couldn’t tell anyone apart from my father and my boyfriend... Both were okay with the outcome.
Now it was mid July, i was an absolute mess and i had to hide it from my mother and sister but there was no hiding it from whatever it was clinging to me. Now every night it would appear and sit on my bed multiple times, sometimes for up to an hour. Small but weird things started to happen around the whole house, once my mother was walking through the hall and walked through something, she asked both my sister and i if we knew what it was but we didn’t. It smelt like rotting eggs, it was like a brown translucent gelatinous substance. It was trailed throughout the hallway but the biggest amount was right under the man hole. The smell was so sickening, i cleaned it up. I thought that was it even though i didn’t know what it was but then I’d say about a week later i was getting some pots out to cook dinner and this disgusting substance was through everything in that cupboard. My family and I didn’t know what was going on but we dealt with it as it continued to happen. September 2013, it was about a week after my boyfriend left me when shit really hit the fan. I was asleep in my room and something crashed into my face so hard when i woke up from it i was crying without knowing why, i didn’t know what had hit me or fell on me so i got up and walked over to my light, tripping over something several times before reaching it and turning it on. I was shocked by what i saw. My cupboard doors were wide open, every single thing that was in them was flung across the room. All my teddies, my clothes, every single thing i owned... There was only one thing still in my cupboard. A box that contain my grandmother’s vail, my mother had given it to me when i moved in with her, knowing grandma was watching over me, she though it would make her happy if i were to have it. It was the only thing left untouched, as if it couldn’t touch it. I was left with a black eye and a bloody nose from my jewellery box striking my face, i remember that i just sat down on my bed and took a couple of really deep breathes, trying my hardest not to break down before calling my dad and told him what happened. This is what he said “Bub, you need to get the house blessed. Look for someone in your area who will investigate it and get what they need to bless the house” I spent the rest of the night cleaning up my room and caught my mum as she was leaving for work to tell her what had happened and what dad had told me. My mother kinda knew something was going on because something had been pulling her hair in her sleep but she didn’t believe getting the house blessed would do anything so she told me to simply ignore it. As it turns out, my sister was going through getting her hair pulled and having her face poked again, both my other sister and my dad told me that when they would come to visit their hair would get pulled or something would sit down on their beds. Everyone thought something was going on but weren’t talking about it until i told them what had happened in my room.
February 2014 My mother and sister were out of town for two weeks for my sister’s 21st, i was fine with being alone. Much of the same had been happening, things getting thrown from my cupboard, the brown substance showing up randomly in the hallway, having someone sitting on my bed for hours on end. It had been almost five months, i was getting used to it and so was my family and the more we got used to it, the less it would happen. Though one night i woke up to the sound of something breaking in the kitchen, i thought someone had broken in so before leaving my room i called 000 to get the cops on the line and i remember being asked to look outside my bedroom quickly to see if i could see anything about the person or people in my house so i did just that and nobody was there. Every single cupboard was open, plates and glasses were broken, the tap was running and the oven was on with the door open. Apparently my breathing had stopped as the operator kept asking if i was okay and if i was still there, what was i seeing but i just cleaned my throat and apologised to her, saying it was just my cat , that he’d just knocked something off the sink. Once i was off the phone i started to clean all the broken glass and what not up, i didn’t realise the brown substance dripping down the cupboard doors until i went to put some of the things away. I hadn’t even noticed the smell before i had gotten so used to it. This continued to happen through the two weeks my mother and sister were away, i had to get my mum to take me to get more plates when she got home because there were only about five out of 30 that weren’t broken. I had to explain it and my mum told me look up ways to keep things away but i never found anything that worked to well. Burning sage would slow things down for a few days but that was about it. Things kinda stayed the same until November that year.
That’s all i have time for today. There’s still another year of misery to go over, where things got that bad we had to move houses. I’m sorry if things are jumbled.
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