Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

About five years ago, my family and I uprooted from our home of four years in the Northeast. We moved to a house near a lake in the Southwest. Our “new” house was a re-vamped lake cabin from the 1940′s. For the first year or two that we lived there, nothing of paranormal significance happened. As I grew older in the house, though, I started noticing strange things.

I think my first experience happened when I was about twelve. I was having a sleepover with my two friends from school, and we were watching a movie in my room. It was silent besides the voices on the movie, when suddenly, my friend screamed! I asked her what was wrong, and she said “I just saw a guy outside your window!” Obviously, I was freaked out. My other friend peeked out the window, and turned a ghostly shade of white. I took this to mean that she saw it too. I was really scared, but I mustered the courage to look out the window, too. I saw him, pale and gaunt, half-concealed behind a tree. Needless to say, we were terrified. The three of us slept in the living room with all the lights on that night.

Seeing the boy that night seemed to kind of open the portal to my realization that there was something paranormal happening around our house. As the years went on, I saw shadows dash about our living room, and started having horrifyingly vivid dreams about there being demons in our house. I also heard odd hissing noises at times, and saw a yellow-eyed shadow creature in our living room. The more these things happened, the more scared I became. My mom heard and saw these things, too, but she advised me to just pray and come get her if I needed her.

The last straw for me came one afternoon last July. One day, after seeing a shadowy figure in the living room, I started becoming really disoriented and terrified. I started to forget where I was. I got my mom, and she prayed, and I told her about the demon dreams. We both agreed that there was probably a demon of sorts trying to mess with us. We prayed over the house, and welcomed any good spirits to stay, but all bad ones to go.

It’s been a while since that day when I’m sure I was under demonic attack. Since then, the paranormal activity has been decreasing. While not nearly as many scary things have been happening, sometimes I still look into the woods and wonder if our “Ghost Boy” is out there. Those experiences remain a part of me, and a part of the house.

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