I am in no way a "religious" person, but I personally experienced an event one night that I have no "rational" explanation for. I was good friends
with a kid that lived across the street from me, we'll call "R". Now, R had a bit of a "rough" childhood- He lived with his mother, sister,
grandmother, and his mother's boyfriend. "R"'s family life was definitely not the "norm". His mother, and grandmother were both very, very
interested in the "occult", the grandmother and mother both claimed to be clairvoyant, with the ability to communicate with the "spirits" that seemed
to be "drawn" to them. I never believed any of this, and just thought the family was just a bit... strange. Well, one of the things we did quite
often was play with an old, homemade ouija board. Soon, "R" and I would always seem to "contact" the same spirit, who called themselves "Fred".
At first, it was all cheery fun. We'd ask "Fred" mundane life questions ("Will Julie ever like me?" Will I be rich?" ETC). Very quickly, the daily
"harmless" fun we were having turned very disturbing. Every time we would "contact" Freddy through the Ouija board, he seemed to change from mindless
fun ,to disturbingly violent. The goofy answers we used to receive turned to threats of violence, harm, and demonic possession. Around this time,
"R"'s personality changed drastically. He painted his room black, painted crucifixes red and hung them upside down in his room. He said he had
decided (with Fred's influence) to worship the "Devil".
I dismissed this as young teenage rebellion (we were right around the ages of 12-13, his sister a little younger then us), also, "R"s home-life was
very turbulent around this time. He just found out, who he thought was his Father, was in fact, not his father. His sister wasn't actually his
sister, but his half-sister. He didn't seem outwardly affected by this news, as I was sitting right next to him when his mother decided to inform him
about it in a half-drunken stupor. Anyway, to get to the actual paranormal experience, I had been invited to a sleepover at his house right around
the time all this chaos was going on in his life.
Everything was normal, until that night, when we went to bed in his bedroom. Now, his room was kind of creepy now, but even at this young age, I was
very skeptical. I didn't believe in "ghosts" or hunting's. Hell, I discovered on my own, around the age of 9, that Santa clause was in fact, my
father (the tags on the presents from Santa had the same distinct handwriting as my father, not to mention I was a snoop, and had found a few presents
that came from "Santa" well before Christmas). But a few things happened that night, that I KNOW happened, I saw them, but have no explanation for.
At first, while laying on his floor, next to his bed, I heard faint footsteps, and a scratching noise. I asked "R" about these noises, and he very
calmly explained that it was Fred. Soon, the footsteps would get louder - the turned from faint sounds, into floor vibrating thumps.
The first thing that really scared me, though, was a collection of Tiger handheld games he had sitting on his dresser. All of them had the batteries
removed, but the toys would suddenly begin to operate on their own. The display would flash, almost like some unseen hand was pushing on the display
(similar to what you see if you press your hand/fingers on an LCD screen) and the toys in question would "chirp" this horrible electronic sound. One
of the handheld toys actually played it's correct intro music, as the numbers in the "score" area changed rapidly. I had stood up at this point,
trying to see if I could turn the toys "off", but it was no use. All the batteries were removed, and pushing the power button did nothing to stop
these things from doing anything. "R" said this happened often, and was nothing to worry about.
At this time, I was getting very, very scared. I heard walking outside of the room, and the distinctive creak of a door opening and/or closing. I
saw from under the door that the hallway light had turned on, so of course, I investigate. When I walked out into the hall, I saw nothing, but what
looked like someone sitting at the dining room table in the dark dining room at the end of this hall. I flipped the light switch on, and saw who was
sitting in the dining room.. it was... "R"s grandmother.. whew.. She seemed... out of it. She said she couldn't sleep, because "someone" was messing
about. This someone, was apparently Fred. The grandmother stated that she has SEEN Fred, numerous times, but he was mainly harmless, although
mischievous. She calmed me down a bit, but something in her face made me believe she was in fact worried about something.
Now, at this point, I decided to use the bathroom, and go back to bed, I was going to try my hardest to take every one's advice to just ignore the
sounds, as I was told "Fred" couldn't really do anything "harmful". Well, as I was standing in the bathroom peeing, the bathroom door flew wide open,
as if someone had kicked the door open from in the room with me. I ran out of the bathroom, expecting "R" to be standing in the hallway, laughing at
the prank he had pulled on me, but no one was there. The grandmother wasn't in the dining room now, either. I was freaked. I ran back into "R"s
room, and pulled my blanket completely around me. This is when I noticed it was FREEZING in "R's" room. This took place in late august, right before
school had started. Most of the houses windows were open, but it was still 70f-80f outside.
"R" sat up in his bed, and looked over at me, calmly stating the "Fred was here" in the room with us. The next thing that happened is still a little
fuzzy in my mind, as I was freaking out a bit. I remember the bedroom door flying open, and then the distinct sound of glass shattering, The bedroom
window was shattered. It looked like someone punched the window with their fist, or threw a baseball into it, only from the inside of the room. I
distinctly remember a feeling of oppression, almost like claustrophobia. I grabbed my blanket, and flew out of that house as fast as I could. I ran
across the street to my home, and started pounding on my locked front door.
Eventually, my father came to the door, wondering what the hell I was doing out there. I tried to relay the story, but my father dismissed it all on
an over-active imagination of a 12 year old. That was also the last time I ever slept over "R's" house. Soon after this, I moved away and lost
contact with "R" over the years. Eventually, we both ran into each other as adults. We both spoke about this night, and he had an incredible "story"
as to why this "spirit" haunted his family. He seems to believe it was the "psychic" energy created by himself, and his sister, that manifested
itself into a "spirit".
He thought that it was the result of a very harsh childhood. He later told me that his mother's 18yr old boyfriend was a very, very, very evil
abuser. Ho told me that the "spirit" got more aggressive, and they were forced to move from their apartment. He said the spirit "followed" them
wherever he and his sister were. The spirit only manifested itself when him and his sister were both present in a house, and seemed to happen more
often when there were "family conflicts". He said things started to get better after they moved yet again, and his mother escaped her abusive
boyfriend. Everything completely stopped when he went off to College, and was separated from his sister for the first time.
That was the one and only time I ever had a "run-in" with a "spirit". I've since read other numerous theories that Poltergeist are "manifested" by
prepubescent youths (usually female) that are in "abusive" households. I have come to believe, that in certain individuals, negative energy in a home
or family can manifest itself into what we call "Poltergeist". I believe that those who cause it, do so unconsciously, and it is a simple reaction to
all of the bad stuff that is happening in the child's life. They are swimming in "negative" energy, and they have the ability to feed off of this
energy, to focus it into a "poltergeist" where this energy takes a life of its own, often taking cues from the victim's subconscious.
I believe the mind is an incredibly powerful thing, and there are functions of the mind that we have no scientific knowledge of. Reality starts in the
mind's eye, it's how we perceive existence. Who's to say, that in certain situations, our minds can't have a physical effect on reality? There are
other details I have left out, that I believe, helped point out that the cause of this spirit was "R" and his sister, but this post has already gotten
much larger then I anticipated.
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