Hello, I’m purely posting this “story” for information and if anyone knows what is going on and can relate to any of this.
Since I’ve been a young age, I’ve seen “bubbles” in my house, which apparently people refer to these as orbs, and also little flashes of light, as in little sparks, usually collected in a large quantity. I also used to hear tapping on my closet, and it got to the point where I knew when and how many times the knocking would proceed (strange?) I heard footsteps walking up and down the stairs usually around 2 to 3 am. I always was too scared to check (I was only around 6 years old).
I used to hate bedtimes, mainly because of the strange goings on as soon as my light would be turned off. I would purposely fall to sleep on the family sofa, so I didn’t have to endure trying to go to sleep under the circumstances. I did usually go to sleep ok on the sofa, but when my father used to carry me to bed, I would go insane (ie screaming, eyes rolling to the back of my head, biting, punching, inaudible noises) and this happened regularly. Incidentally I never remembered these actions until my father told me what I had done.
When I did sleep, I usually had this recurring “nightmare”, where I was on a rollercoaster and it coming to an abrupt stop and then all I can see is a mutated face, with flesh all over and a bald head(?) And he’s there just staring at me. I still get the dreams now nearly 20 years later.
All of the spooky goings on got to me, I’d have been about 12 years old when I told my father about the incidents. It turns out my father is quite in touch with the dead, and he has seen things and talked to the dead. When I asked him about the tapping, he originally said it was the water pipes, but then later admitted it might of been paranormal.
My father and I would see several things over the years, including shapes walking by the curtain in our house, and things been moved. We would talk happily about this, and the spooky goings on would now be a natural part of my life, so now things like that don’t scare me.
Something then happened when my nephew was born when I would have been 13 or 14. He was only a couple of weeks old, and a voice was in my head telling me I wished he was dead, and hoped he’d die in the most graphic of fashion, and basically thinking sick thoughts about him. The main scary thing was, it wasn’t my voice, it was an adult male. It wasn’t ferocious sounding, but not nice all the less. At this point I was banging my head against the wall telling it to stop, and crying and crying (I did this alone)The only way I got the voice to stop, if I took my mind of it and kept my mind occupied.
The voice gradually faded as I got older, but never entirely went away (I still get it today). years passed and I was about 17, things weren’t going great at college for me, parents on verge of splitting, struggling to find a job, no money and things had been a lot better. But, something seemed different about the house all of a sudden, a lot less spacious if you get what I mean… confined. I was not at college, everyone was at work, and I was dabbling about with my acoustic guitar on my bed , when a quite hard tap hit me on the top of the head, so I looked up and saw this black figure with a hood up walk into my bathroom,(which I later discovered there is a portal in the bathroom, according to a medium I saw)The figure was around 6’7, with a hood up, was big in frame, and had the biggest, highest boots on which I recognized as what young moshers of today would wear (?) obviously, I freaked out and didn’t say anything, due to the fact people would think I’m crazy.
A few weeks past, and still something was wrong about the house. I decided to tell my father what I saw a few weeks prior… he then said to me, he’s seen the thing a few days before walking up the stairs, and he described the figure to a tee, including the boots. My father then admitted to me, he’d been doing s�ances late at night whilst everyone was in bed, and he said spirits had gotten into the house, and not good spirits. Since that, the “thing” had gotten stronger, physically throwing my mother around the room and actually talking to her one night, whilst she was laid in bed.
My father eventually cleansed the house after the attack, saying he did it by basically saying prayers and telling them to leave in an aggressive manner. Nothing happened after that, apart from that night when a old, gruff voice whispered into my mothers ear saying: “GOODBYE”.
Then, a few years past and nothing bad happened again, we still saw the orbs and figures, but nothing threatening. I was about 21, and life again was a bit depressing, I had a job which I hated, relationship was terrible and everything seemed a mess. And the Voice came back with a vengeance, it was sterner this time and arrogant. It was telling me to do things like burn houses down, and I actually ended up nearly flooding the place I worked at the time.
Its still there to this day, but not at all bad as it was. If anyone can tell me any information on any of the things I have said I will be grateful.
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