Post by windchimes610 on Feb 20, 2010 10:30:25 GMT -5
Long Island NY,
I lived in a small house that wasn't that old like all the others I have read about, it was maybe 15 years old at the time. I was in the middle of a really bad divorce and I lived there about 7 years. Strange things would happen, there noises, doors opening, pictures would fall off the wall and shelves. Most mornings, I would wake up and every cabinet in the kitchen would be opened, It was a normal occurrence, My children were way to small ages 4/7 to reach without using a chair, and I would have heard them dragging a chair at night, I asked my daughter who was 7 if she was up at night, she was getting upset with me because she said She didn't do it, and she was mad I would blame her. I just thought she was fibbing and I just lived with it.
And sometimes, I felt like I was tapped on the shoulder or touched by someone. It was such a weird feeling, I just would blow them off, thinking it was maybe a muscle spasm or something.
I remember one day my Mom was over, she was over almost every day, and I was venting about my Ex and what he just had the electric and water shut off on us. I was angry. And a photo flew off the wall, and I said see... I had told her about all the weird things going on, and she would laugh. She said I know what's going on, its you! Your own energy, making these things happen, you were so angry, and your energy made the picture fall. I laughed and said so I have telekinesis then huh? She said yes! That she had it. She was quite serious. Then I though, Huh, Maybe it is me... I just again blew it off.
Another time the same thing happened, and she said its my Ex's grandfather... do not speak ill of his grandson, she said. She freaked me out!
Then a few months later when my son was about 4 or 5 he began to be terrified about being out of my sight. For a long time maybe years I couldn't even go to the bathroom, or shower unless he sat outside the door with it partially opened, He said he was scared, I even had to tell him if I was going out side he was on my heels every second of the day we were at home. I remember waiting for him to get his coat and put his shoes on to go out to the garage where my laundry room was because he refused to be out of my sight. He said he saw things, and I noticed there were shadows from cars going by, and told them it was only cars. And the lights were casting shadows, he told me NO!
I lived with him attached to me like glue for what seems like years. Until one day, he went into his bedroom, and near the opened door where he could still see me, Yet he was not right there in front of me. He was playing with his little cars, I smiled to myself thinking he is finally getting brave.
About 15 minutes later I heard the door slam shut, And my son let out this horrible Blood curdling scream! I ran to the door he came flying out so hysterical he could barley catch his breath, I kept holding him and asking what happened, Breath!!!! It took a bit to calm him down and he said you never believe me! You never believe me!... I finally about 1/2 hour later got him to calm down and talk to me.
He said a bloody man grabbed me, I asked him what he looked like and he said a bloody man his face was like a skull, he had on black rags for clothes. he never leaves me alone, You don't believe me! He grabbed me, closed the door And wouldn't let me out of the room! I said you got out.. and he said that's because Grammy came, and told me to run, she yelled at the bloody man to leave me alone and go away!
My heart stopped! I was so shocked, My mom, his Grammy, lost her battle with Melanoma Cancer about 4 months before. He said she took care of the bad man.
A few days later it was like all was forgotten, he began to play by himself again, Finally, after years of being clung to me, In his room, and he was no longer on my heels every second. I didn't bring it back up to him for a long time... I did recently, he is now 17, and he can't remember any of it. It was so traumatizing to him he has blocked it all out.
He still has a hard time for some reason to go to my fathers house, he says its creepy there. My Mom died at home. And he knew this.
For years since the cabinets still would be opened in the mornings, and I still felt like I was being tapped in the back sometimes patted, but I would just say "Thanks Mom I love you too" . I know there is still something in that house, but it wasn't bad. The bad had left. Thanks to my Mom.
I lived in a small house that wasn't that old like all the others I have read about, it was maybe 15 years old at the time. I was in the middle of a really bad divorce and I lived there about 7 years. Strange things would happen, there noises, doors opening, pictures would fall off the wall and shelves. Most mornings, I would wake up and every cabinet in the kitchen would be opened, It was a normal occurrence, My children were way to small ages 4/7 to reach without using a chair, and I would have heard them dragging a chair at night, I asked my daughter who was 7 if she was up at night, she was getting upset with me because she said She didn't do it, and she was mad I would blame her. I just thought she was fibbing and I just lived with it.
And sometimes, I felt like I was tapped on the shoulder or touched by someone. It was such a weird feeling, I just would blow them off, thinking it was maybe a muscle spasm or something.
I remember one day my Mom was over, she was over almost every day, and I was venting about my Ex and what he just had the electric and water shut off on us. I was angry. And a photo flew off the wall, and I said see... I had told her about all the weird things going on, and she would laugh. She said I know what's going on, its you! Your own energy, making these things happen, you were so angry, and your energy made the picture fall. I laughed and said so I have telekinesis then huh? She said yes! That she had it. She was quite serious. Then I though, Huh, Maybe it is me... I just again blew it off.
Another time the same thing happened, and she said its my Ex's grandfather... do not speak ill of his grandson, she said. She freaked me out!
Then a few months later when my son was about 4 or 5 he began to be terrified about being out of my sight. For a long time maybe years I couldn't even go to the bathroom, or shower unless he sat outside the door with it partially opened, He said he was scared, I even had to tell him if I was going out side he was on my heels every second of the day we were at home. I remember waiting for him to get his coat and put his shoes on to go out to the garage where my laundry room was because he refused to be out of my sight. He said he saw things, and I noticed there were shadows from cars going by, and told them it was only cars. And the lights were casting shadows, he told me NO!
I lived with him attached to me like glue for what seems like years. Until one day, he went into his bedroom, and near the opened door where he could still see me, Yet he was not right there in front of me. He was playing with his little cars, I smiled to myself thinking he is finally getting brave.
About 15 minutes later I heard the door slam shut, And my son let out this horrible Blood curdling scream! I ran to the door he came flying out so hysterical he could barley catch his breath, I kept holding him and asking what happened, Breath!!!! It took a bit to calm him down and he said you never believe me! You never believe me!... I finally about 1/2 hour later got him to calm down and talk to me.
He said a bloody man grabbed me, I asked him what he looked like and he said a bloody man his face was like a skull, he had on black rags for clothes. he never leaves me alone, You don't believe me! He grabbed me, closed the door And wouldn't let me out of the room! I said you got out.. and he said that's because Grammy came, and told me to run, she yelled at the bloody man to leave me alone and go away!
My heart stopped! I was so shocked, My mom, his Grammy, lost her battle with Melanoma Cancer about 4 months before. He said she took care of the bad man.
A few days later it was like all was forgotten, he began to play by himself again, Finally, after years of being clung to me, In his room, and he was no longer on my heels every second. I didn't bring it back up to him for a long time... I did recently, he is now 17, and he can't remember any of it. It was so traumatizing to him he has blocked it all out.
He still has a hard time for some reason to go to my fathers house, he says its creepy there. My Mom died at home. And he knew this.
For years since the cabinets still would be opened in the mornings, and I still felt like I was being tapped in the back sometimes patted, but I would just say "Thanks Mom I love you too" . I know there is still something in that house, but it wasn't bad. The bad had left. Thanks to my Mom.