[mikkixyz]

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.

[Miss-T]

Wow
Have you ever think about moving out?

[mikkixyz]

No, because I am not out of school.

[Miss-T]

Ever thought about travelling to school?

[mikkixyz]

I don't know, just I am trying not to like run away from this, cause if this is all happening I don't want to ignore it anymore, you know?

[Miss-T]

Honestly I don't believe in black magic and ghosts.But maybe you should check with some 'ghosts experts' or however they call them.

[jaime90]

You will need to know a little about me, in order to know where I'm coming from and why I believe what I do. I'm a church-going, Bible believing, Evangelical Christian, and have been since I was very young. Right now I am 19. I grew up in a Christian household. I have experienced the spiritual realm personally, and have heard many stories from other Christians who have had similar experiences.

I don't think that you are seeing "ghosts." Actually, in my opinion, ghosts aren't real. These are not deceased people, or human spirits that have passed on and are now roaming through your house.
I believe that this is a demonic presence. It is very dangerous to "mess around" with darkness in the spiritual realm, as you have learned from experience.

I too, have suffered from nightmares, fear, and hearing things. One of my friends was picked up off the ground 3 feet and thrown, another was choked in the middle of the night by an invisible being, and yet another has had violent nightmares that involve him killing or being killed- the nightmares physically hurt him (I actually just prayed for him last night) all of these are devoted, Christian young, (college age) people, even my pastor's wife has seen large dark, masses of shadows creeping around in her bedroom- so you aren't alone.

Spiritual warfare is written about very openly in the Bible. Jesus cast out demons, he spoke with satan, and He tells us not to practice divination(that's fortune telling), summoning of spirits, or any kind of witchcraft... why? Because it is 'messing around' with darkness.
Since Christians have aligned themselves with God, satan hates them especially, so Jesus gives us many tactics to use against satan when it comes to spiritual warfare.
We are not supposed to fear. The Word of God (the Bible) is called our sword, and it is often wielded very effectivly against these kinds of disturbances you've described. Many Christians bind the spirits in the name of Jesus. I suggest reading the Bible, meditating and praying, playing calm music, etc.
Seriously, I have been struggling with fear so much lately (hearing footsteps outside my bedroom, and having very frightening nightmares) that I keep my Bible next to me, and my light on. I have had nightmares since I was 14 years old. I went to my youth pastor who told me that it was an attack from satan. We talked for a long while and got to the root of the problem: I was full of doubt, mistrust, and I was very inconsistent.
It may sound ridiculous, but I get very scared, even though I shoudn't be afraid of anything.

Seeking the advice of a pastor can help you get rid of these disturbing things for good.

[SpiralStarz]

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 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.

I know this can help you.
There is a scientist I know personally who has shocked paranormal investigators recently.
He can get rid of these things for you, literally, with science and sound frequencies.
These shadows will actually get the f out once they hear his sound frequency technology playing.
Here's the website, the best of luck to you.
There is a free audio download on the page for anyone to get, just read and scroll down, you should be able to find it and save it by right clicking and 'save target as' etc.
It has worked for my bad dreams... there are testimonials from others on the site.
As I said, much love to you dear and good luck!
This IS THE LINK:
THE BLUE SINGULARITY BEYOND SPACE AND TIME...


His main site: www.thesoundofstars.com -

[SpiralStarz]

Oops you can also just click on the part with it and play it without saving too I am sure.
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