mikkixyz
Nov 27, 2009, 11:24 PM
Hi I'm Mikki, And I am scared of my house, and sometimes to sleep.
My house is really active anymore, lets put it that way. There are three shadow people who live here, and I think, something along the lines of a bad spirit. I am going to give a lot of background to this, because I really need the help...
This stuff has not really bothered me in past years, I am seventeen years old right now. I have been seeing stuff myself for a couple years now. But the sightings have been even to twenty years ago. My second oldest sister saw a man in our basement when she was four, my mother had told him to leave, he never came back. My oldest sister had always had a few problems, she was bothered by seeing them, hearing them, etc. My house hasn't had murders, or anything around here. Nothing can link paranormal activity to my house. My mother has been seeing stuff since she was in her teen years. So almost forty years now. Everyone in my family can see them, the shadow people, besides my father.
The activity of the house was random, and small. Stuff falling, noises, voices, seeing shadows in my hallway or basement. Figures appearing in random spots of the house. It picked up about a year ago when my mother got really sick. I would see the shadows out the side of my eyes a lot more, I would hear them in the hallway below my room. They moved everything every night. It got worse, they started opening doors more, making louder noises. Around Feb. of this year, Me and my boyfriend had decided to kind of well mess with the stuff in my house. One night, he ended up talking to my late grandfather, I would smell him, feel him, hear him. Something I had wrote about him in a notebook for school, I had hide away in my closet where I never got into was place on the floor beneath my bed, open to that exact page that it was on. Stuff started getting worse, I would wake up in the middle of the night, and find myself seeing the tallest shadow, I believe he is about 8 feet tall. He would stand watching me sleep. It really bothered me at first then I got used to it, I thought of him as the watcher. My mother told me, they are just around to protect me. Then I started having nightmares and would wake to him closer then usual. It started to scare me.
I recall one night, having a terrible nightmare, waking up and hearing a sobbing noise, I looked out into the darkness of my room, and seeing a rocking mass of darkness, crying, I had asked what was wrong. It kept shaking back and fourth, crying and sobbing. It was clearly scared, It was mumbling something the whole time over and over. I am not sure what it was saying, but on the other side of my room, a big boom hit. I jumped looked for the dark mass, it had disappeared. Another time I was in the bathroom, I had closed my eyes for a second and saw a mans face, almost in my mind. I can't describe him the best so much any more, but he had this look to him, like he was a bad guy. I had a dream that night, He was raping a small girl. He told her not to tell anyone it was there secret. My boyfriend had tried to communicate one night with him, because I could feel him in my house. The spirit He had a certain sense to him, And in the end I had ended up with five scratches down my back for the night, like welts. I had tried to talk to him the next night alone, I didn't get much but the fact that he said no he did not know he was dead, he kept tapping me after that, I had no idea how to help him. He left after that. We had decided to stop really messing with the stuff after the physical stuff.
I found out I could read auras, the shadows were coming in different shades. The two tiny ones, whom I believe are children, they play hide and seek, and run, they are a yellow but they leave when the 8 foot one comes out. They run to my basement, where we jokingly call the portal. I sometimes wonder if that is true. I once saw a muddy brick colored red shadow peak out from behind something in my basement and giggle. I looked up the aura, and it says anger. That was in April.
The activity died for a bit, until about August of this year, when my mother got really ill, and left, they started calling out. Acting out like small children would do. They would make noises, drop stuff to make noise. Stand in my room. Move in my sisters room, talk hold conversations. It started freaking us all out. One day while I was in the shower My bathroom light flickered on and off, then something hit the curtain and pushed it in hard it scared me really bad. I started having nightmares a lot more then usual around September. The shadows were less, noises, and nightmares more though.
Now here is where the real problem starts happening. I went to my first haunted house this year, I knew I would have nightmares after that night. I had a dream about the sounds in the haunted house. But the next night I had this dream that my own boyfriend beat me, and raped me because I wasn't doing what he pleased. He apologized and tried to act as if we were okay in my dream. This shook me up. Then there was the next rape dream. I was dreaming that I woke up to two of my boyfriends close friends. They said, He said that I wouldn't mind having sex with them, it was just a favor for his friends. So they wouldn't take no for an answer, they ripped open my shirt, and raped me both repeatedly. I hate the feeling that these were giving me the next day, I wouldn't want to be touched, it was as if it was happening in real life, I hated it. I started having the dreams repeatedly. Then I had this dream:
I opened my eyes, I was trapped.
White walls pressing against my forearms and thighs.
The air brisk, and thin burning my throat with every breathe.
My blood shot eyes, my head jolts from side to side.
my body bruised from head to toe, I did all this to myself.
My nails digging deep into my arms as I'm stuck.
I'm trapped, in a bright white box.
I had another rape one the next night:
I move, a white sheet across my face, I tug at it.
A hand pulls it tight so it hurts, but I can still survive.
I struggle trying to get set free, I can't get free.
He tells me:
Don't move, Don't scream, You can't escape,
Tell me you like it, Act like you like, This is all your fault,
Don't move! Don't tell anyone.
Again the next night:
I push in my front door, I have this gut feeling,
something is not right. I look for my mother, nothing. I search for
my father, nothing. Where are my sisters, nothing.
I hear foot steps up in my room, the house is pitch black,
besides the light coming down the stairs, I climb, up, and up, and up.
I hear breathing, inhale, exhale, my stomach goes numb,
I see everyone, lying there in there own blood, cuts covering there faces.
Everyone's eyes open, glazed over with fear, there dying, choking on there blood.
I hear a demented giggle, and growl that comes from the back corner,
the murder shows its face, standing six feet tall, covered in blood, clumps of
hair in long, bony fingers, nails so thick, skin over bones, he's wearing nothing
Blackened teeth, Blood shot eyes, the biggest grin I have seen in my life.
He laughed and said;
You have nothing left.
Those were the worst ones, I've numerous rape, and death dreams. I have them almost constantly. They really are starting to have an effect on me. With my relationships with people in real life, my family, my friends, my boyfriend. It's starting to make me hurt inside. I don't know where to turn, what to do.
In the past week many things have happened. I was trying to fall asleep a couple nights ago, and I heard foot steps coming up the stairs. I was assuming it was my older sister coming up to bed, then I heard it walking on my tile floor I heard it stop, then it slammed something into the trash bags in the corner of my room, then whisper my name right in my ear. It knows my name, it'll whisper it all night, just random times, I can hear it. One night, it was touching my back, my neck, my thighs and legs, and I woke up to the tall shadow at the end of my bed. Another time It was doing the touching then it said, "Don't tell anyone!"
Just I am reaching out for any kind of help, I need it, I have had nights where I don't want to sleep in fear of this stuff.
My house is really active anymore, lets put it that way. There are three shadow people who live here, and I think, something along the lines of a bad spirit. I am going to give a lot of background to this, because I really need the help...
This stuff has not really bothered me in past years, I am seventeen years old right now. I have been seeing stuff myself for a couple years now. But the sightings have been even to twenty years ago. My second oldest sister saw a man in our basement when she was four, my mother had told him to leave, he never came back. My oldest sister had always had a few problems, she was bothered by seeing them, hearing them, etc. My house hasn't had murders, or anything around here. Nothing can link paranormal activity to my house. My mother has been seeing stuff since she was in her teen years. So almost forty years now. Everyone in my family can see them, the shadow people, besides my father.
The activity of the house was random, and small. Stuff falling, noises, voices, seeing shadows in my hallway or basement. Figures appearing in random spots of the house. It picked up about a year ago when my mother got really sick. I would see the shadows out the side of my eyes a lot more, I would hear them in the hallway below my room. They moved everything every night. It got worse, they started opening doors more, making louder noises. Around Feb. of this year, Me and my boyfriend had decided to kind of well mess with the stuff in my house. One night, he ended up talking to my late grandfather, I would smell him, feel him, hear him. Something I had wrote about him in a notebook for school, I had hide away in my closet where I never got into was place on the floor beneath my bed, open to that exact page that it was on. Stuff started getting worse, I would wake up in the middle of the night, and find myself seeing the tallest shadow, I believe he is about 8 feet tall. He would stand watching me sleep. It really bothered me at first then I got used to it, I thought of him as the watcher. My mother told me, they are just around to protect me. Then I started having nightmares and would wake to him closer then usual. It started to scare me.
I recall one night, having a terrible nightmare, waking up and hearing a sobbing noise, I looked out into the darkness of my room, and seeing a rocking mass of darkness, crying, I had asked what was wrong. It kept shaking back and fourth, crying and sobbing. It was clearly scared, It was mumbling something the whole time over and over. I am not sure what it was saying, but on the other side of my room, a big boom hit. I jumped looked for the dark mass, it had disappeared. Another time I was in the bathroom, I had closed my eyes for a second and saw a mans face, almost in my mind. I can't describe him the best so much any more, but he had this look to him, like he was a bad guy. I had a dream that night, He was raping a small girl. He told her not to tell anyone it was there secret. My boyfriend had tried to communicate one night with him, because I could feel him in my house. The spirit He had a certain sense to him, And in the end I had ended up with five scratches down my back for the night, like welts. I had tried to talk to him the next night alone, I didn't get much but the fact that he said no he did not know he was dead, he kept tapping me after that, I had no idea how to help him. He left after that. We had decided to stop really messing with the stuff after the physical stuff.
I found out I could read auras, the shadows were coming in different shades. The two tiny ones, whom I believe are children, they play hide and seek, and run, they are a yellow but they leave when the 8 foot one comes out. They run to my basement, where we jokingly call the portal. I sometimes wonder if that is true. I once saw a muddy brick colored red shadow peak out from behind something in my basement and giggle. I looked up the aura, and it says anger. That was in April.
The activity died for a bit, until about August of this year, when my mother got really ill, and left, they started calling out. Acting out like small children would do. They would make noises, drop stuff to make noise. Stand in my room. Move in my sisters room, talk hold conversations. It started freaking us all out. One day while I was in the shower My bathroom light flickered on and off, then something hit the curtain and pushed it in hard it scared me really bad. I started having nightmares a lot more then usual around September. The shadows were less, noises, and nightmares more though.
Now here is where the real problem starts happening. I went to my first haunted house this year, I knew I would have nightmares after that night. I had a dream about the sounds in the haunted house. But the next night I had this dream that my own boyfriend beat me, and raped me because I wasn't doing what he pleased. He apologized and tried to act as if we were okay in my dream. This shook me up. Then there was the next rape dream. I was dreaming that I woke up to two of my boyfriends close friends. They said, He said that I wouldn't mind having sex with them, it was just a favor for his friends. So they wouldn't take no for an answer, they ripped open my shirt, and raped me both repeatedly. I hate the feeling that these were giving me the next day, I wouldn't want to be touched, it was as if it was happening in real life, I hated it. I started having the dreams repeatedly. Then I had this dream:
I opened my eyes, I was trapped.
White walls pressing against my forearms and thighs.
The air brisk, and thin burning my throat with every breathe.
My blood shot eyes, my head jolts from side to side.
my body bruised from head to toe, I did all this to myself.
My nails digging deep into my arms as I'm stuck.
I'm trapped, in a bright white box.
I had another rape one the next night:
I move, a white sheet across my face, I tug at it.
A hand pulls it tight so it hurts, but I can still survive.
I struggle trying to get set free, I can't get free.
He tells me:
Don't move, Don't scream, You can't escape,
Tell me you like it, Act like you like, This is all your fault,
Don't move! Don't tell anyone.
Again the next night:
I push in my front door, I have this gut feeling,
something is not right. I look for my mother, nothing. I search for
my father, nothing. Where are my sisters, nothing.
I hear foot steps up in my room, the house is pitch black,
besides the light coming down the stairs, I climb, up, and up, and up.
I hear breathing, inhale, exhale, my stomach goes numb,
I see everyone, lying there in there own blood, cuts covering there faces.
Everyone's eyes open, glazed over with fear, there dying, choking on there blood.
I hear a demented giggle, and growl that comes from the back corner,
the murder shows its face, standing six feet tall, covered in blood, clumps of
hair in long, bony fingers, nails so thick, skin over bones, he's wearing nothing
Blackened teeth, Blood shot eyes, the biggest grin I have seen in my life.
He laughed and said;
You have nothing left.
Those were the worst ones, I've numerous rape, and death dreams. I have them almost constantly. They really are starting to have an effect on me. With my relationships with people in real life, my family, my friends, my boyfriend. It's starting to make me hurt inside. I don't know where to turn, what to do.
In the past week many things have happened. I was trying to fall asleep a couple nights ago, and I heard foot steps coming up the stairs. I was assuming it was my older sister coming up to bed, then I heard it walking on my tile floor I heard it stop, then it slammed something into the trash bags in the corner of my room, then whisper my name right in my ear. It knows my name, it'll whisper it all night, just random times, I can hear it. One night, it was touching my back, my neck, my thighs and legs, and I woke up to the tall shadow at the end of my bed. Another time It was doing the touching then it said, "Don't tell anyone!"
Just I am reaching out for any kind of help, I need it, I have had nights where I don't want to sleep in fear of this stuff.