Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This all begins when I was a young boy, only five or six years old. Unfortunately my natural defenses have obscured some of the details, but I assure you the facts are real.

I always had problems making friends when I was younger, being able to concentrate on my schoolwork, do normal every day things, and I owe it all to some malevolent spirit (or spirits). Every day I would always feel cold and alone, even when surrounded by people in a room – I couldn’t really explain it then, but I felt… Detached. Not from reality, but from my surroundings.

I’ll come back to the school bit soon, but I’ll need to explain a few things that led up to everything that happened. Every night when I went to bed I would always have the feeling that someone was watching me. Doesn’t sound all that strange, but I always had my door closed and I slept in the front bedroom that had no way of having anyone off the street look in (my window faced the wall-side of the house opposite).

When I actually fell asleep, that was when the strange things started happening. I used to have nightmares all the time – literally every night – where I would be getting chased, tied down, harassed, tortured, and otherwise attacked by something unseen. Well, almost unseen… I could always see the eyes, always either red slits (snake eyes) or glowing white, so white that looking into them was painful – like getting hit by continuous jolt of electricity.

Several times I woke up with injuries that I always kept hidden from my parents (I either didn’t want them to worry, or I was scared they wouldn’t believe me). Cuts, black eyes, split lips, scratches, bruises on my arms and legs as if someone had grabbed me too tight – even dislocated bones. If I ever managed to wake up part-way through a nightmare, I would always get something thrown at me – it or they seemed to favour my toy cars, I think they enjoyed the sound the metal made as it bounced off my skull.

I was even attacked during the day if I was ever alone – I would get pushed down the stairs (giving me several concussions), bumped into from behind so I would hit my face on a cupboard or suchlike, I would have cutlery thrown at me, liquids would be spilled so I would slip and fall, doors would close on my hands (the windows were always shut because it was so cold, so there was never any breeze inside), pots and plates would be dropped on me from above… Well, you get the picture.

Now, harm to myself I could deal with, but I started doing things to people that I couldn’t stop myself from doing. Which brings me back to the school bit… There were several incidents involving me at school when I got a bit older, some of which I almost got expelled for. I would be sitting in class, getting on with my work, when I would feel my arm go numb (like when you lie on it for a while and it goes dead for a few minutes) and it would pick up the nearest object to it – usually a pencil or a ruler. My arm would fly out without warning and strike out at whoever was sitting next to me – if it grabbed a ruler then it would slap them with it, if it grabbed a pencil it would try to stab that person – I almost blinded one of the few friends I managed to make because I couldn’t stop my arm from stabbing him in the face with a pencil.

These attacks on me were ongoing until one day I felt a surge of energy from nowhere, and nothing could be seen. It almost felt like a plasma ball had exploded…. The kind of static that isn’t necessarily unpleasant, but leaves you tingling afterwards. I had no idea what had caused it, or even what it was – but I suddenly felt a whole lot better. As if someone had finally opened a curtain and let a ray of sunlight shine on me and warm me up.

I realize now that the energy surge I felt that day many years ago was most likely a spiritual battle. Ever since then I haven’t been attacked in my parents house, and although I still feel like someone is watching me – this time it’s a pleasant feeling. I actually think my grandfather’s spirit now resides in the house, and he was the one that “chased” the other spirit(s) away. I never got the chance to meet him as he died when I was only a few months old, so I think this is his way of being there for me. I’ve even had some lost property show up when I least expect it. If I misplace my mobile phone, it’ll suddenly show up on my pillow, or if I lose the house keys I’ll find them hanging from my bedroom door handle etc.

I blame my younger experiences on my spiritual receptivity, I’ve actually been banned from most major ghost tours because I’m dangerous to be around in haunted areas apparently. I’m what some people refer to as a “spirit rod” – meaning spirits seem to get drawn to me for one reason or another. Oh well… Life goes on!

Hopefully this story will allow a lot of you to realize that there are good spirits out there, watching over us, and that a bad situation can always be turned around. This is the first time I’ve ever told anyone this story, so parts of it will probably sound made up and vague – that couldn’t be helped, I can never fully explain something unless it’s in person.

Written by Liam Sneddon, Copyright 2008

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