posted on Jan, 17 2009 @ 04:25 PM
Well, I'm a n00b here, but I do have more than a few stories. I'm not going to bombard you with all of them, but I do want to share one.
When my ex-wife and I first met, I was living in a little "country shack" looking house in middle of the city. It had always struck me as odd
because it was very rustic looking. The outside was weathered wood, the roof was tin metal (with plywood underneath, or at least i always assumed
that.) The inside was fairly modern, the floors were hardwood in the living room, carpeted in the hallway, and tile in the kitchen.
Now the only thing inside that gave any hint as to the authentic age of this house would have been the walls in the hallway, which were completely
made of wood, and done in such a fashion that there were seperations between the boards of wood. It never really dawned on me that this was unusual,
I had thought perhaps the owners had done it that way just to keep up the appearance that the place was old.
Now, this house was great, 3 Bedroom, 3 bath, and at $500 a month, I wasn't complaining. Although, when I did move in, I had asked them why I had
gotten the place (I was only 21, and had only been at my job for about a year and a half), to which the owner and his wife basically told me "Well,
no one else that saw it ever got back with us about it." I chalked it up to good luck and moved myself right on in without a moments hesitation.
About 2 weeks after I moved in, I started hearing noises in the house, but I chalked it up to the place being old and attempted to ignore it. Now,
keep in mind, at this time, I was a huge skeptic about anything paranormal. This was a mindset I would soon shed. One day, as I was attempting to
unpack my things and hang them in the closet, I got this weird feeling like something wasn't happy that I was there. I quickly finished hanging up
the clothes in the closet in the master bedroom and made my way into the living room to watch T.V.
A few days later, I was outside mowing the grass (yeah, figure that, grass in the concrete jungle. Amazing, huh? *chuckle*), when the man across the
street walked up to the fence in what I assumed was an offer to introduce himself. We got started talking, swapped names, the usual crap, then he
just looked me in the eye and, as bluntly as any human possibly could, said "You know that place is haunted right?" Well, I laughed at him, but he
was serious, I mean completely serious. Anyway, being the skeptic I was, I wrote it off and told him I had to get the yard work done before
work, and went back to my mowing.
Well, a couple of months pass, and nothing strange happens, but the noises continued. Then, in the course of one night, everything changes. My
girlfriend at the time had decided that we should move in together, and this was a thought I was not at all opposed to. So, we started moving her
stuff in, with no major problems, and then came the first time she stayed in the house.
Like I said, up until this point, there had been nothing but noises. Well, as I was about to learn, the old man across the street wasn't joking.
The first night she was there, she was in the shower and I was sitting in the kitchen. Out of nowhere, I feel something hit me in the side of the
head. At first I thought "Awww damn, a bug got in here!", but after a few seconds, I was suddenly aware of the feeling of someone standing behind
me. I turned around, and no one was there, but you know that feeling you get when you KNOW someone is watching you? Well, I had it.
A few more incidents occured in the kitchen, with everything from items moving on the counter to a figure playing under the table and playing with the
table cloth, and even one incident where my ex was directly touched by something (which incidentally left a HUGE red/black handprint on her arm).
I am running out of space here, but that's a general idea. If you guys are interested in more, I will start a new thread.