Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I never really put two and two together before reading a few stories on here and other websites, but now, I think my situation is very strange and I would like to share it. To start off with I will give a little bit of family history since without knowing that, this story will be confusing.

When I was very young, both of my parents were abusive towards each other. My Dad got sick of the abuse and left. He moved to Michigan, and my Mom, Sister and myself stayed in Arizona with my Grandma and Grandpa. Before we moved in with my grandparents my Mom became a recluse. Somewhat a recluse I should say, she spent time outside of the house, but when it came to my sister and I, (especially me) she avoided much responsibility.

My Dad wanted to take my sister and I with him but wasn’t sure of the legal rights and my grandpa was a very important person and would make sure that my mom got full custody, so my Dad decided it would be best if he moved away without us, got his stuff together, and formulated a plan.

My mom became really abusive towards me. She would kick me, beat me, give me sleeping medicine so she wouldn’t have to deal with me, leave me at school and I would have to walk home in the dark. Until the school took notice in what was happening, they told my grandparents and my sister, mom and myself moved in with them.

Once we moved in with them my mom never came home. She started getting her hair done, her nails done, getting odd clothes that she wouldn’t normally wear, painting her nails red, she was strange. Then she started having severe seizures. I didn’t understand it then, but she was heavily medicated on prescription drugs, alcohol and I’m sure a mix of illegal drugs. So, to speed things up, my Dad called and convinced us all to move to Michigan, where he filed for divorce, her drug abuse got horrible, and he won full custody of us.

We lived with him until I was about 13 and my sister was 9. My grandparents moved into a green house about five minutes away from his house and he agreed to let us have a week with them and a week with him since we basically grew up with them and he was only a phone call away. Well, my mom was living with her supplier, we found out it was an abusive relationship, and then she moved in with my grandparents in the green house. The upstairs was our playroom, it had a TV, the computers, a living section and a bedroom on the other side of the room. (it was an elongated room based over the garage and most the house downstairs). That was where my sister and I spent our time, considering my grandpa was a grump and we weren’t allowed to have TV’s and computers in our room.

My mom has always scared me. She is a loose cannon and is really scary when high. The scariest times of my life were in that house, and I think my mom has a bad spirit around her, or a demon in her. The beginning of it all was when I found her using cocaine in the bathroom on the top of the toilet. My friend and I went in there and she had a bloody nose and was sucking white powder up off of the toilet.

The next thing happened when I caught her shooting up what I believe to be meth in the basement. She had over $20,000 in clothes that she never wore but has a compulsion to shopping, and she would just sit in the basement and get high and rummage through her clothes half alive.

Then I started to get really scared of her. I was in a long distance relationship with a boy from NYC, he would come to visit and I would go there. We spent nights on the phone together and I would sit in my room at the far opposite end downstairs as the upstairs room. I would hear my mom screaming from upstairs (she always screams in her sleep, sometimes loud AHHHHHHH screams, or saying very vulgar things stuff of that sort.). The bathroom was behind my room and I could hear everything that went on in there. She would fall asleep in there, and hit her head on the wall and I would have to hear her falling over trying to do things.

My grandma slept with my sister because she was younger and would cry from my mom. I would lay in bed and make my boyfriend stay on the phone with me until I fell asleep, I would cry and listen to Christian music when I fell asleep because I was deathly afraid of my mom. I would wake up to blood in the sink, toothpaste smeared all over the walls and mirror and counter, feces on the toilet. My mom became really mean, she would always try to abuse my grandma when she was high, then everyone would get in a fight and my mom would get this horrible look on her face and start swearing and calling everyone names.

She then became suicidal. She tried to commit suicide by taking a whole bottle of Advil PM and wrote a suicide note that looked to be written in some other language and all we could make out was “MY AMAGNIN DAHTRS” which we assumed she meant amazing daughters. She strategically tried to commit suicide in my sisters room inside her closet and placed the note outside the door. My grandma found her in there and started yelling at her to get the hell up and go lay on the couch so they could call the ambulance. My mom quickly snapped out of it and was PERFECTLY FUNCTIONING. Very pissed off, and mad. She couldn’t walk very well, but started trying to climb the walls which looked like a scene out of the exorcist.

Then in the same week, she had to go to work, but locked herself in the bathroom behind my room. She had been in there for at least four hours since she woke up that morning. My grandma was knocking and telling her to come out and she would mumble “hmk.” Then I came down and looked under the door and saw a whole bunch of blood. My grandpa broke the door down and my mom had tried to commit suicide again. She swallowed another bottle of pills and she had cut her arms up and had lost enough blood for her to have died. She began by (and she explained what she did when she got out of the hospital to me) cutting a vein and letting it splatter everywhere (sorry to be graphic but this how scary she is) and she made a pile and tried to stand up and smeared her hand prints everywhere. Let me just tell you, the scene on The Shining where blood fills the hallway, this was almost similar to that except there were pieces of flesh and skin everywhere. She was rushed to the hospital and we were taken to my dads.

She was kept in the hospital for at least two months. And got out because of my Grandpa (we think he molested her as a child which is why she is the way she is, every time she goes to get counseling or therapy he steps in to stop the process which is weird). But my sister and I never stayed the night at the green house after that. Until one night that I decided I didn’t care and I missed my grandparents and my own bed, so I went back over there.

I was on the phone with my boyfriend around 3 am. I heard a whole bunch of running around upstairs as I was sitting in the living room and the upstairs room was above the living room, I thought it was my dog. Then I looked in the kitchen and he was asleep on the rug. Then I was like oh it must be the cat, and I didn’t see her anywhere so I put it behind me. Then I heard it again and it sounded like more than one person or animal running, like stomping and running with all their might from one end of the room to the other for at least a minute. Then I heard this creepy laugh which I thought came from across the street, they were teenagers and were always partying and I looked out the window and their lights were off and was pitch black over there. I ran into my bedroom and told my boyfriend while in tears. Then, I looked at my bed, and my cat was sleeping there. She had been asleep for a long time, there’s no way that barely three minutes after I heard the stomping she could’ve been in bed asleep that sound. Not to mention she was a seven pound kitten.

After that I started having horrible nightmares about my mom. She was pure evil in my dreams. I don’t remember but a few but I will get to them in a moment. I began sinking into a deep depression I wouldn’t eat, I lost all my friends except one, and I would sleep until 2 am and then stay up all night and go to school where I slept all day. I became fascinated with my mom and tried to help her when she came back from the hospital. She was weird, and different, but scary. Her and I became obsessed with a mental institution that had been abandoned since the 80′s and we would try and find this tree that is said to be a portal to hell. We would walk the haunted woods day and night. We were very weird. Then she moved out and in with another drug addict, soon becoming addicted again.

Then my grandparents and me and my sister moved into a smaller house where I started having scary dreams about my mom again. She would try and shoot me, or beat me, and kill me. Then, the dreams started happening in the Green house. Every nightmare I have now happens in the green house. They are always paranormal dreams, or demonic dreams complete with blood, gore, murder, satanic themes. The weird thing is, that house was brand new. Nobody had lived there before. The moment we walked into that empty house when we were going to buy it, I was hypnotized with it. To be completely honest the house is ugly. It isn’t something I would’ve been drawn to in normal life. But I convinced my grandparents to buy it, and I regret doing so.

Since then I have moved into my own apartment in Detroit with my new boyfriend. My parents and grandparents live six hours away. My mom came down to stay in my apartment a few months ago when my sister was hospitalized for attempted suicide in a mental institution down here. I felt that same heavy, dark, scared feeling with my mom as I did when I lived with her. The feeling of her having a bad spirit, a demon, or whatever awful black mass surrounds her. Ever since she has left my house has been very strange. I see dark shadows, I won’t use the bathroom without the door open, my animals are being thrown off the counters and furniture, one night I was in my bedroom with both my pets on my bed and heard this gut wrenching sound of glass being broken, I go into my living room and a clock that I have hanging on my wall busted simultaneously out of nowhere. I even made my boyfriend quit his midnight shift job because being here alone was too horrifying.

I guess I just wanted to share my experience. I know it’s long and trust me this is a very edited version of the events that happened in my life with my mom. I think it all stems from her… I think she is possessed, or has an evil spirit guardian or something.

If anyone has any insight or anything that has happened to them similar, I would love to know. It’s very scary and I am just glad that I am now moved away from her, even though I let her into my apartment and now I am experiencing paranormal things just like I used to.

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