Hello everyone,
I’m new here, but paranormal or just plain weird things have always been fascinating to me from an early age, particularly due to a thing that happened when I was a kid. Reading through all of these posts here without people being ridiculed kind of makes me want to share. Here goes:
When I was a kid (around 8-10) we used to go to my grandma’s house/village. It was a two-story house. The upper floor was used only when there were more people (our whole family was there as well as my uncle’s, more people = more beds). The rest of the time the beds on the ground floor were sufficient.
A year or so before the incident happened my grandfather died from a sickness, and as is Bulgarian tradition we had a lot of people visiting the house and saying their last goodbyes to my grandfather’s casket before it was carried to the graveyard by hand. The casket was held in the same room the incident will happen later on (maybe just a coincidence but noteworthy all the same). An Orthodox Christian priest later on went through each room to remove any bad energies and left a leaf of some plant in each room of the house. Don’t know the name of the plant or the idea behind this tradition but I remembered it. So there, the funeral passed, nothing weird at all happened.
Flash forward the next summer, both families (mine and my uncle’s) were at my grandma’s, I’m sleeping on the second floor sharing the room I mentioned with my older brother (in different beds). I remember lazily waking up, the bed is just below two bid windows so it’s pretty sunny and nice so I lounge about. Not really sleepy anymore, just laying in bed, 100% awake. My brother wasn’t in the room, figured he was downstairs with the rest of the family. I remember I was laying with my face to the wall and my back to the door and I heard a very quick opening and slamming of the door. The door was a clunky old thing that didn’t just open and close from just the wind and its mechanism was old so it took effort to fully close it. I looked at the door, no one was in the room. I looked out the window in the room (it overlooked the stairs that got you from 1st to 2nd floor, nobody. Got up and opened the door, nobody (the floors were creaky so there usually is sound if someone’s walking on it, this time nothing). Thought nothing of it, before I got down to the land floor and saw there was nobody in the house. The grown ups had went early in the morning to tend to my grandma’s vineyards and my sister and brother went to play with my cousins in the next village I had been alone for at least several hours. I was confused more than scared, so I went up to the second floor again and I saw that the leaf that the priest left in the room I was in was gone, it was there the night before for sure because we talked about it with my brother. It hadn’t fallen over, it was just gone. I was scared shitless and ran out of the house, talked to my mom about it but she said the usual crap like “you were just dreaming etc”. I’m an analytical type of person and I don’t usually rush to the most ridiculous conclusions but this has stuck with me for the past 20 years now.
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