Erhnam
07-22-2005, 09:15 AM
I used to live in a rather run-down place when I was a kid. Numerous persons had died there, at least one quite violently. It was always assumed by my mother that there were multiple spirits in the house, and that there was at least two. One a "good" spirit, and one a "bad" spirit. She has never said why she felt that way, though.
I'll put arbitrary numbers on these, though they shouldn't be considered chronological.
1. One afternoon, my older brother and one of my older sisters got into a fight in the living room. Mostly just a verbal one but, then it got a little physical, though nothing very serious. At the end of the physical part, my sister ran back away from my older brother and said she was going to "call mom". At that point, my brother picked up and threw a remote control at my sister's back as she ran away; it flew straight at her and then, about 2-5 feet before it hit her, it veered essentially 90 degrees to the right and smashed into a window. It stuck in my mind because, being the young kid I was, I immediatelythought my awesome brother was the dude off of "Krull" or something, a movie where a guy could throw a "throwing star-like" object and control it with his mind. As I got older this event stayed in my head, and I never reconciled the event with some kind of logical explanation.
2. Returning home from school one day, we found the front doors open. This was good news, as this meant mom was home early, which occasionally happened. We looked all over for mom, but couldn't find her. There was no one there, and we all went outside to look around the house for her. One of my sisters saw someone's face in one of the windows in the house, so we all followed her as she exclaimed "I see mom, I see mom." But, again, there was no one to be found in the house. We got spooked because we had all seen strange things before in the house. We went across the street, as my mother's best friend lived there. Unfortunately, the door was locked and no one was home. We sat on her steps. After five minutes or so, my older brother said "There she is!" and pointed toward the house. We all looked up and saw a dark figure at the front door of our residence. As kids we didn't have very good judge of sizes however... until we started running across the street. We barely got across the street to the other side and we all stopped. This completely shadowy figure stood at least 8 feet tall. It had no face, and no discernable arms. We were freaked out and we started running back across the street towards my mother's friends again. By the time we made it to her steps, the figure had vanished. My mother DID get home early that day -- but she left her keys to get in at her work, so she went back to get them. She was locked out. My dad didn't trust hiding a key outside.
3. My sisters and I were playing on our parents bed. Jumping on the bed, pillow fights,what have you. Well, we got into a game of tug of war. So we were standing on the bed and tugging a blanket with all our might. Then one of my sisters either let go or slipped. The room was somewhat small and there were windows on either side of the bed about 3 feet away. She flew off the bad and hit the center of the window seemingly full force, and she sort of slid down along the wall to the floor, a somewhat strange slide, like she was rolling(She flew straight back butt-first when she hit). We assumed the window was made out of special material or something, maybe Plexiglass. In any event, a couple weeks later a thrown pillow shattered the very same window.
4. We were playing hide-and-go seek in the dark using flashlights with all my siblings and 2 friends that were there for a sleep over. Me and the younger of my two sisters, though still older than me, knew the perfect spot. It was in our parents' bedroom, where the 2 friends were instructed not to go by my parents, so at least one of the people that "was the seeker" wouldn't even be able to go in there to find us. We went into the closet and hid for awhile, crawling into some piles of clothing. They couldn't find us, and they finally called out ""Ollie, Ollie Oxenfree!". Quite happy with our smug selves, we got out of the clothes piles we were hiding in and went to leave the closet. When I touched the doorknob though, it was freezing cold, and it was locked. My sister tried; it was still locked. We thought we were tricked, that they locked us in on purpose to teach us a lesson. After what seemed like 10 minutes of yelling for them to come unlock the door, we saw a bright light under the door, and we jumped back into the clothes piles instinctively to hide, though I'm not sure why. When we finally "peaked" out from the clothes piles, the light was gone, and the knob was now unlocked. We left the closet and headed back to the living room. Right when we got back out into the living room to yell at everyone that it was a mean trick to lock us out like that, my brother ran over and slugged me right in the arm. He said, "Where the $@#@ have you guys been? I called mom and I think she called the cops." We explained the situation as we saw it. We didn't know why he was freaking out, as we were only gone for 25-30 mins. Then he said we were actually gone for over three hours.
5. We made a little Halloween "hunted house" for some of the close neighbors and our friends. It was really a kind of cheap/generic deal. Boiled eggs = eyeballs type stuff. In any event, it all was created in the basement. My job was to lie down on the third shelf of the cellar, the second highest shelf up, and throw a fishing net on the persons that walked beneath. Well everything was going fine until at one point I was looking for the next person to come through, and suddenly I felt my body jerk.The next thing I knew I was on the floor with everyone around me and the lights turned it. Apparently I "fell." I was fine other than a decent sized bruise smack dab in the middle of my forehead that was rapidly swelling up. I was knocked out for a couple seconds at least, so my mom was advised to take me to the hospital just in case. I talked to the doctor and he asked how I fell down etc. According to the next person walking past during her trip through the haunted house was sure i linded head first as the bruise seemed to indicate. But my back also seemed to hurt, which worried the doctor. He lifted the back of my shirt up and found I had a rather large bruise on my back. After he had the nurse take me back to the waiting room, he kind of grilled my mom about possible child abuse, since it was very clear in that bruise looked very much like someone slapped me right in the back extremely hard. He said he'd have to report it but that I wouldn't worry about it unless it happens again. We moved soon after this to a new place.
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The above were things I was directly involved in. I only know of two events that happened to other family members, but I don't know the specifics.
My sisters room had a dresser with a mirror on it, a large mirror. They swore that they would sometimes see something/someone in it, something that seemed to be the silhouette of a female figure. One night my older sister just shattered it with a broom, claiming it was an accident at the time. Later on, when we were older and no longer lived there, she said that she just felt the mirror was evil and had a compulsion to destroyit, so she did.
My mother still swears that when I was a newborn and they brought me into their bedroom at night, she would often wake up to the bed going "thump" in the middle of the night, like someone was picking the bed up off the floor a inch or two and dropping it. After I was old enough to not be sleeping in there, she said she never woke up and felt the bed "thump" like that ever again.
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Reality? Over active imaginations of children? Partially reality, partially imagination? I just don't know; I only know what I remember, and I've surely incorrectly remembered things before. Anyway, despite all this in my impressed into my childhood memory, I'm still skeptical of ghosts/spirits. I'm more inclined to believe that these happenings were similar to telekinesis, some kind of projections of the human mind.
I'll put arbitrary numbers on these, though they shouldn't be considered chronological.
1. One afternoon, my older brother and one of my older sisters got into a fight in the living room. Mostly just a verbal one but, then it got a little physical, though nothing very serious. At the end of the physical part, my sister ran back away from my older brother and said she was going to "call mom". At that point, my brother picked up and threw a remote control at my sister's back as she ran away; it flew straight at her and then, about 2-5 feet before it hit her, it veered essentially 90 degrees to the right and smashed into a window. It stuck in my mind because, being the young kid I was, I immediatelythought my awesome brother was the dude off of "Krull" or something, a movie where a guy could throw a "throwing star-like" object and control it with his mind. As I got older this event stayed in my head, and I never reconciled the event with some kind of logical explanation.
2. Returning home from school one day, we found the front doors open. This was good news, as this meant mom was home early, which occasionally happened. We looked all over for mom, but couldn't find her. There was no one there, and we all went outside to look around the house for her. One of my sisters saw someone's face in one of the windows in the house, so we all followed her as she exclaimed "I see mom, I see mom." But, again, there was no one to be found in the house. We got spooked because we had all seen strange things before in the house. We went across the street, as my mother's best friend lived there. Unfortunately, the door was locked and no one was home. We sat on her steps. After five minutes or so, my older brother said "There she is!" and pointed toward the house. We all looked up and saw a dark figure at the front door of our residence. As kids we didn't have very good judge of sizes however... until we started running across the street. We barely got across the street to the other side and we all stopped. This completely shadowy figure stood at least 8 feet tall. It had no face, and no discernable arms. We were freaked out and we started running back across the street towards my mother's friends again. By the time we made it to her steps, the figure had vanished. My mother DID get home early that day -- but she left her keys to get in at her work, so she went back to get them. She was locked out. My dad didn't trust hiding a key outside.
3. My sisters and I were playing on our parents bed. Jumping on the bed, pillow fights,what have you. Well, we got into a game of tug of war. So we were standing on the bed and tugging a blanket with all our might. Then one of my sisters either let go or slipped. The room was somewhat small and there were windows on either side of the bed about 3 feet away. She flew off the bad and hit the center of the window seemingly full force, and she sort of slid down along the wall to the floor, a somewhat strange slide, like she was rolling(She flew straight back butt-first when she hit). We assumed the window was made out of special material or something, maybe Plexiglass. In any event, a couple weeks later a thrown pillow shattered the very same window.
4. We were playing hide-and-go seek in the dark using flashlights with all my siblings and 2 friends that were there for a sleep over. Me and the younger of my two sisters, though still older than me, knew the perfect spot. It was in our parents' bedroom, where the 2 friends were instructed not to go by my parents, so at least one of the people that "was the seeker" wouldn't even be able to go in there to find us. We went into the closet and hid for awhile, crawling into some piles of clothing. They couldn't find us, and they finally called out ""Ollie, Ollie Oxenfree!". Quite happy with our smug selves, we got out of the clothes piles we were hiding in and went to leave the closet. When I touched the doorknob though, it was freezing cold, and it was locked. My sister tried; it was still locked. We thought we were tricked, that they locked us in on purpose to teach us a lesson. After what seemed like 10 minutes of yelling for them to come unlock the door, we saw a bright light under the door, and we jumped back into the clothes piles instinctively to hide, though I'm not sure why. When we finally "peaked" out from the clothes piles, the light was gone, and the knob was now unlocked. We left the closet and headed back to the living room. Right when we got back out into the living room to yell at everyone that it was a mean trick to lock us out like that, my brother ran over and slugged me right in the arm. He said, "Where the $@#@ have you guys been? I called mom and I think she called the cops." We explained the situation as we saw it. We didn't know why he was freaking out, as we were only gone for 25-30 mins. Then he said we were actually gone for over three hours.
5. We made a little Halloween "hunted house" for some of the close neighbors and our friends. It was really a kind of cheap/generic deal. Boiled eggs = eyeballs type stuff. In any event, it all was created in the basement. My job was to lie down on the third shelf of the cellar, the second highest shelf up, and throw a fishing net on the persons that walked beneath. Well everything was going fine until at one point I was looking for the next person to come through, and suddenly I felt my body jerk.The next thing I knew I was on the floor with everyone around me and the lights turned it. Apparently I "fell." I was fine other than a decent sized bruise smack dab in the middle of my forehead that was rapidly swelling up. I was knocked out for a couple seconds at least, so my mom was advised to take me to the hospital just in case. I talked to the doctor and he asked how I fell down etc. According to the next person walking past during her trip through the haunted house was sure i linded head first as the bruise seemed to indicate. But my back also seemed to hurt, which worried the doctor. He lifted the back of my shirt up and found I had a rather large bruise on my back. After he had the nurse take me back to the waiting room, he kind of grilled my mom about possible child abuse, since it was very clear in that bruise looked very much like someone slapped me right in the back extremely hard. He said he'd have to report it but that I wouldn't worry about it unless it happens again. We moved soon after this to a new place.
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The above were things I was directly involved in. I only know of two events that happened to other family members, but I don't know the specifics.
My sisters room had a dresser with a mirror on it, a large mirror. They swore that they would sometimes see something/someone in it, something that seemed to be the silhouette of a female figure. One night my older sister just shattered it with a broom, claiming it was an accident at the time. Later on, when we were older and no longer lived there, she said that she just felt the mirror was evil and had a compulsion to destroyit, so she did.
My mother still swears that when I was a newborn and they brought me into their bedroom at night, she would often wake up to the bed going "thump" in the middle of the night, like someone was picking the bed up off the floor a inch or two and dropping it. After I was old enough to not be sleeping in there, she said she never woke up and felt the bed "thump" like that ever again.
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Reality? Over active imaginations of children? Partially reality, partially imagination? I just don't know; I only know what I remember, and I've surely incorrectly remembered things before. Anyway, despite all this in my impressed into my childhood memory, I'm still skeptical of ghosts/spirits. I'm more inclined to believe that these happenings were similar to telekinesis, some kind of projections of the human mind.