My Own Experiences


I have a few accounts of brushes with the paranormal, though I 
have never actually "seen" anything. 

The first account happened to my family while I was between the 
ages of 5 and 8. We lived in a two story duplex at the time, and 
I started school. As an only child at school and with my dad at 
work, my mother was home alone during the day. She took on caring 
for an infant to make extra money.

The incidents that happened there were not known to me, for I was 
too little and my parents did not want to scare me. One thing I 
do remember happening was a loud band with a flash of light that 
occurred in the kitchen one summer evening. 

It sounded as if a gun shot went off in the kitchen. As my father 
searched the room, there were no traces of anything. There were 
no gas leaks to cause explosions, no actual shots came through 
the kitchen, it was very weird. We all saw the flash from the 
living room where we were watching TV.

I never thought much of it, being a kid and all, and my parents 
probably did not act overly concerned in my presence as not to 
scare me. 

I do remember that as long as we lived there, I ALWAYS slept with 
my room lamp on and the covers over my head, as if I were afraid 
of something, but presently (I'm 26) I cannot remember anything 
to be afraid of. As a child I liked to tape record myself talking 
and singing, and one time I got a horrific voice overtop mine as 
I was listening to what I had recently recorded. 

I can't remember what it said, but I remember that it was awful, 
and I never told anyone and threw the tape away.

We had an attic and the door to it was connected to a bedroom, and 
when that room was my playroom, if I opened the attic door I would 
always find the head to a ventriloquist (sp?) dummy sitting at the 
bottom of the stairs looking at me. 

I was always afraid of it and never played with the thing. To this 
day I do not know how it always ended up at the bottom of the 
stairs every time when the thing was put away in the attic somewhere.

When my playroom was moved to another room and turned into my 
parent's bedroom, my mother had a horrific experience there. One 
night she awoke from a sound sleep to the sound of water rushing 
in her ears. 

Something very strong had a hold of her by the neck and had lifted 
her up, away from her body still lying asleep in the bed. She said 
that she was glowing green when she looked at herself, but she could 
not scream, for the thing was all but choking her. 

She demands that it was not a dream, and when the ghost finally let 
her go, she fell into her body and screamed, waking up my dad.

She never told me this story until I was a teenager.

Another "weird" incident was a dream I had that my mother was 
involved in. My grandmother had passed away when I was 17 (relevant 
to the story). One night, after I was moved out and married, I 
dreamt that my grandmother was in my parents house walking around 
barefoot, but her feet were bleeding. 

It was very strange, so in the morning I called my mom to tell her 
about it. Before I got a chance to, she told me that she came down 
very early in the morning (5am or so) and found a large puddle of 
blood in the middle of her kitchen. She checked her pets and they 
were OK. There were no leaks from any appliances, and it was 
definitely blood. 

There were also no tracks going to or from the puddle. Was it a 
sign from my grandmother from beyond the grave? I then proceeded 
to tell my mom about the dream I had that night and she freaked out! 

To this day we have not figured out where the blood came from.