Well, I have plenty of stories. You be the judge.
I grew up in my grandmothers' house. Essentially, there is a decent sized wildlife preserve directly behind the property that stops roughly at a forked river. Both run up to the road, one being a small, 4 ft wide stream on one side of the house. The neighbor directly on the other side of the road has a yard that goes all the way up to the river. No one else lives on that side of the road all the way to the next intersection- about 4 or 5 city blocks away. The other side is a proper river of sorts & the only other property on our side of it were our relatives. And, since it's wetland, getting across that river or wandering around after dark are extremely dangerous. Originally, all 3 properties used to be 1, but the original owners sold a large lot to my grandparents, then they built their house & sold another part of it to the third group. After the original owners died, my grandmother got the whole property & sold the older portion to her eldest daughter.
So, first I'll go for the easily explained things. From as far back as I can remember up until I was about 6 or 7, I used to see a shadow of a hunched, old figure in a cloak with a lantern every single night. No matter where I slept, it would appear from behind a door, wander the full length of the room, set down it's lantern & go back where it came from. In fact, the only requirement for me seeing it was I had to be falling asleep. While I think it's a little weird that it was always the same thing without question, it could be explained by being in a waking dream states the same situation that causes hallucinations during sleep paralysis.
There were plenty of other things over the years, but they generally teetered off as I got older. However, things became pretty hectic for a few months when I was a teen. For a short while, I began seeing & hearing things I could call paranormal. I had a voice whisper my name in my ear while I was in the bathroom, had someone calling my name & giggling when I was in the woods & once saw a full body apparition of, what I assume, was one of the original owners of the property. She came around the bend in the hall, walked right up to my bedroom door & paused for a moment, then wandered back to wherever she came from. While I'm still not entirely sure, however, my OCD had reached such a disabling high level, I honestly should've been in a hospital & I believe I may have had some sort of psychotic break.
However, there are plenty of things I can't explain. Some of them even had objective witnesses. First, we had a wall of pictures opposite the window in the kitchen. At night it was pitch black & you could clearly see their reflections in that window. However, one- a bowl of fruit, of all things- did something odd. From roughly September to December, it's reflection showed a hunched, ragged old woman's face staring back. Any other time of the year, it was clearly nothing more than a bowl of fruit & she never moved or did anything, but I have literally no explanation. I even asked other people to look at it without telling them anything, & every single one saw the same thing & got freaked out.
Once, my little brothers were visiting. The one I'd been closer to back then was always a little hyperactive & that day, he'd gotten his hands on an old hand-powered drill & was attempting to use it to chop down tree saplings. Don't ask. Well, he'd almost gotten one when his father suddenly called him from the woods. Except his father was at work. At a factory. Roughly 30- some miles away. And he'd never once stepped foot in those woods in all the time I'd known him. Both of us heard it & immediately stopped what we were doing & returned to the house.
There was also a strange incident when I woke up in the middle of the night. I've dealt with sleep paralysis before. Never legitimately hallucinating, but pretty much everything else. This time was different though. I woke up with this sudden feeling of danger, but saw nothing was there, so I tried to get up, ran into something & fell back down on the bed. I tried a couple more times, realizing I somehow wasn't running into anything solid at all, but couldn't get up & each time I tried, whatever was keeping me down got lower & lower. I tried rolling left & right & I could but the same thing happened. Soon, I found myself locked tight on my back. Then I realized my hands were free, so I immediately threw them up & that's when I realized what was holding me down was almost like a repelling magnetic field that I couldn't overcome. I couldn't,t put my hands through it... But, immediately regretted what I'd done because my hands got stuck in midair. I tried calling for help, couldn't & began panicking. Then I remembered hearing somewhere that supposed darker spirits enjoyed & fed off of negative emotion, so I relaxed & started trying to think of a plan & it suddenly just left. Never happened again, either, strangely enough.
Finally, we also had a light fixture in the kitchen that stopped working when I was little. We tried new bulbs, rewiring, everything. Never got the damned thing to work & eventually gave up. Then, after my grandmother died, it started to spread to the other fixture. We also had this old digital readout device in the wall there that was supposed to determine how much electricity was running through out circuit breakers & could set a limit to prevent an overload. At some point, thoroughly believing there were ghosts in my house, I started to notice that that readout would go haywire & shoot up several watts when no one else was in the house & nothing else was going active & it freaked me out, so I asked it to stop. Ironically, it did, but every time I looked back at it, it was going again. I don't even really remember how or why I got to the point, but once I really wanted the other light on & asked if it could go on & when I hit the switch, the light that had not worked in over 10 years just turned on. No one else could duplicate it, thought at first. We soon began to catch on that if we asked politely, the light would work fine. If we forgot, it refused to turn on at all. I was not the only one in the house who started to do this.
There were others, but I think this is probably enough. What do you guys think?
