After - Life is a limited edition anthology.

A collection of stories, that blurs the line between life & death. Nonfiction, true tales, from people’s lives, whose experiences are undeniably unexplainable.

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Dedicated To

 The Versions of Ourselves That We’ve Outgrown
& To The People We Are Becoming.

”It Is Each Man’s Quest To Find Out, Who He Truly Is,
But The Answer To That Lies In The Present & Not The Past.

The Past Is A Construct Of The Mind
It Blinds Us Into Believing It.

The Heart Wants To Live In The Present.
That’s Where You’ll Find Your Answers”

Have you ever wondered what happens after we die?

Table of Contents

Section I

Section II

Section III

Introduction

This is a story, that blurs the line between life & death. It’s not that it’s not a true story, in fact these stories are true stories. Stories from real people’s lives, that I’ve crossed paths with, that were willing to share their experiences with me.
    
     Some of the stories, I am about to share with you, are hard to explain.

When you have never been exposed to this sort of information, your mind can have a hard time processing the phenomena unless you have experienced it firsthand.

I should warn you that reading this book will push the envelope of what you consider to be real, and your understanding of reality may be obscured…

“Take The Blue Pill, You Stay In Wonderland,
Take The Red Pill & See Just How Deep The Rabbit Hole Goes”

-          Morphius

Section 1

There are a lot of ideas, about what happens after we die. For some this is it. We are born, we grow up, live our lives here on earth, and then cease to exist. We are buried or cremated, until we are absorbed back into the earth, or disappear like dust in the wind.

When our time is over, our time is over…or is it?

The idea of reincarnation, that we can be born and reborn, experience life on earth repeatedly. Every life on Earth a chapter in the learning process, every experience allowing people to grow as individuals, until they break free of the cycle:

BIRTH - DEATH – REBIRTH

The cycle only broken, by elevating to a place of a higher consciousness.

The concept or idea that our physical bodies die, but our spiritual self, our soul lives on in heaven, with God. Our time here on earth a stepping stone to a greater form of life.

I am not writing with the intention to speak on anybody’s beliefs, regarding what happens after someone dies, I only want us to read with an open mind and allow ourselves the space to view everything objectively, start from a fresh perspective to create our own understanding
and interpretation of what follows.

“If it feels like something is there, then there probably is.”

This portion of the book is dedicated to stories from people that I have talked to. Moments in their lives, that blur the line between reality, fact & fiction. Unexplainable phenomena they experienced.

Energy cannot be created or destroyed, so where does it go? Do spirits walk this earth unbeknownst to us? Are we, not alone? When we get the chills, is it really just the chills? How do we know it’s not all in our head?

Section II

The Anthology

Just The Beginning

There was one night that I realized things might always be like this…

That every day, I would be haunted by things that no one else could see.

I don’t remember how it started exactly. I just know that it has become worse as I have gotten older. I do not want anyone to think that I am crazy. Some folks have said that it is an inherited trait, passed down from generation to generation.

These “spirits” are trapped between “this world” and the “next.” The trait that’s inherited, is meant to help these spirits pass on from this life move forward.

From an early age, I felt things. My parents thought it was the house. I knew better. Sometimes we would pack up our toys, leave, come back home and our toys would be all over the floor, like somebody had just played with them.

My mother eventually called a priest, because of all the strange things going on. The Priest asked her what had been happening. Doors opening and closing on their own. Sometimes at an eerily slow pace, where it creaked the whole time. Other times as if they were slammed with brute force.

She said, it started with my son, he began talking to an “imaginary friend”.

WISCONSIN

The mom is talking to priest…. she describes, how her son, plays with another boy in his room, but there is no one else there.

“I assumed it was an imaginary friend…but it was so strange, because I would hear feet running in the house when I would get home, but nobody was there. So, I would write it off as my imagination.

My son began spending more and more time in his room, and he was completely entertained, by himself for hours on end. I would call him over to me, to spend time, and he would say, “No mommy, I’m playing with George.” My boy would tell me, “George gets angry when we leave. George gets mad when I play with my brother.”

One day we were driving, and my son randomly said that “George’s family all died.” Now my son was still a little boy, at the time, no more than five years old, and had never been to Las Vegas. He didn’t even know what Las Vegas was yet, but he said, that George used to live there.

There were other times my son would be talking to something in his room, despite being all alone. There were other times, when my boys were out of the house, and I would hear the toys in my son’s room start talking in the middle of the night.
You know those toys where you have to press a button or pull a string on their back, somehow, they would start making noises on their own, when I was the only one home.

THE PRIEST

The Priest said, “You must bless the house and your family with holy water.” He also said, “Your son must be the one to tell George to go home and find the light…”

My boy, he used to tell me to close the closet door all the time, even as he got older…It used to scare him. He said that he felt like George lived in the closet of that room…I didn’t blame him, because that closet always left me with a disturbing feeling.

After the priest shared his wisdom, he blessed the house, and all the strange phenomena stopped….

That was until a few years later when George came back. It was random too. One day just like that, he was here, and suddenly unusual things started happening again. 

It was strange because now not only would the doors swing open and shut, but the tv would turn on by itself, and birds began to randomly fly into the house and crash into the fireplace. I wouldn’t even call it our house, because it didn’t feel like it belonged to us anymore. My mom called the priest again and once more everything stopped.

20 YEARS LATER

I went back to the house I grew up in, 20 years later. I started talking to the father of the family that was living in the home, I had grown up in. I was just visiting at the time.

I asked the father, “If he believed in ghosts,” and he said, “he didn’t. That he had never had any paranormal experiences or strange occurrences, but that his daughter says there’s a little boy named George, that lives downstairs.” His daughter was 10 years old at the time we spoke.

Flash back 15 years

I had a few strange occurrences happen to me...I started hearing things…feeling things...seeing things...

There was one night, where I was sleeping in my room, on the floor, laying on a mattress. I was stirred from my sleep in the middle of the night. I rolled over, turned around and woke up next to a dead woman, by my side.

I could see her eyes, staring right at me, her face looked as though somebody tore half of it off. She smirked and smiled right at me. I smiled back, Rolled over the other way, and waited until I fell back asleep…

LATE NIGHT DRIVES

I was driving, one night, when I saw a black figure standing in the middle of the street.

It was the first time I saw it, but it wouldn’t be the last. This was a street that I would drive down semi-frequently, and the shadowy figure would always appear to me in the same place.

I would drive along the street and whenever I reached a certain intersection,  I would see it appear on the side of the street, and as I would drive closer, it would cross in front of the car and look at me.

I saw it every time I drove down this street at night for almost a year, and I even began to avoid the street, whenever I could.

There were times where I had friends in the car, and as we would come upon the intersection, I would ask them, to “tell me if you see anything cross the street up ahead of us,” I would go on to say this to multiple friends, on separate occasions.

I would see the figure cross the street every time and when I would ask the people with me, if they saw anything cross the street, they would say they didn’t see anything…

WAKE UP

There was one night, where I was dead asleep. When in the middle of the night, I awoke to the feeling, of something grabbing the edge of my bed and pulling it, just hard enough to sway me awake.

There was a storage space underneath my bed at the time. It had a swing door at the foot of the bed that would click whenever it was opened or closed. I was lying there, still stirring from my sleep, when I heard the click of the swing door. It was a loud click, an extremely recognizable sound, and my body stiffened up immediately.

A moment later, a shadow figure emerged at the foot of my mattress, ran by the side of my bed and into my backroom.

I had a curtain that separated the main part of my bedroom and the backroom. The shadow figure moved the curtain to the side. I jumped up immediately and chased after what I saw. When I moved the curtain to the side, I could see the door to the backyard was open… I had shut it before I went to bed...I always closed and locked the door. Yet here it was wide open, and now my dogs were outside barking frantically, running around as if  they were chasing after something…

TWO BROTHERS

To give you some back story, my brother and I have an eight-nine-year age gap. He is older than I am, and everything that my family experienced happened at the house that we grew up in.

We lived in one of the best places in the world, sunny southern California. Where the skies were always clear, and the weather was beautiful. We didn’t live too far from the city.

We weren’t in the heart of it, but we weren’t in the suburbs either, just a nice decent neighborhood. The house was one story, with an attic, 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms.

It wasn’t an old house, nor was it brand new either, but it was an awesome home. Certain floorboards would creak when they were stepped on, but that was the only drawback. The backyard was spacious, the front lawn always kept nice & neat, and our dog, scruffy, was another member of the family. It was everything a kid could ask for growing up.

Except…that there were a few incidents, that didn’t sit well with us…

There were times, when my older brother, would be sitting in his room, and he would hear heavy footsteps outside his door. Thump, thump, thump, like someone was walking from the restroom at the end of the hallway, just to stand outside his door.

My brother said that every step was deafening, so loud and thunderous, that it echoed throughout the house and his ears. It’s a sound that’s forever been imprinted in his mind, and his hairs on his arms would stand up whenever he would hear it.

This went on for a long time. Our whole lives. Even as an adult, at 20 years old, he still refused to be home alone. Whatever it was in that house, was attracted to his presence and he didn’t feel comfortable alone.

FIRST ENCOUNTER

For me, my first encounter happened when I was a baby. The incident occurred in my brother’s room. I was no more than a year old at the time. We were sitting on his bed, playing together.

My brother told me, that “my attention got averted to the corner of the room. As if someone was standing there and had called out my name, because suddenly all my focus was turned in that direction, and I just sat there staring at the corner as though I was a statue.

My brother tried to get my attention, and avert my gaze from the corner, but I wouldn’t budge, I just wouldn’t look away. I couldn't stop staring.

I was in a daze. My brother kept calling out my name, but I wouldn’t do it. He didn’t know what to do, so he did what he thought was best, he grabbed a pillow from the bed, and threw it right into the corner of the room.

As soon as the pillow passed through that space, in the corner of the room, my trance was broken, my gaze shifted immediately, and I went back to playing happily, as if nothing had happened.

GENTLEMAN

One time when he was 18, my brother was asleep in his room and he woke up, because of a noise.

He turned around and saw a man crying in the corner of his room on the floor, the same corner I stared at, as a baby. The man was sitting there holding his knees, arms wrapped around them, rocking himself back and forth, ever so slowly, ever so gently, never breaking eye contact as he wept, tears streaming down his face….

Angels In The Sky

When I was 4 years old, I was standing in our hallway. The same hallway, that my brother would hear footsteps in. I was standing in the middle of it, looking up at the ceiling. I was only a few years old, at the time, so my mother wouldn't really leave me alone. She was watching me from the end of the hallway, to see what I was doing. A couple minutes passed by, and I had not stopped staring at the ceiling, so my mom approached me. She called out to me, by my nickname chewy, but I didn’t move, so she walked closer and called out to me again, “c’mon chewy.” but I still didn’t move.

She came closer and asked me what I was doing, I told her, “I was looking at the angels, and started describing how they were here to protect us.” The spot that I was staring at was the ceiling entrance to the attic…Those are a couple of instances where we experienced strange occurrences, that we could never quite explain.

CHILDHOOD HOME

My brother, Mom, and I would bring things up to my Dad, about how my mom and brother would hear footsteps, and my dad always denied it all, he said, that nothing happens in the house. My dad was always a total skeptic to anything going on in the house, he always said, “that none of what my brother saw or experienced was real.”

My dad didn’t believe in any of that, but when we moved out of the house, we all talked about it again as a family, and my mom and brother mentioned how they had felt something in the house, and that was the first time that my father acknowledged the phenomena.

He admitted. that he would hear crying, boots walking through the hallway corridor, and how the restroom door would open in the middle of the night despite not hearing any footsteps.

MEDIEVAL TIMES

I was 13, living in Texas. Still in middle school, 8th grade, home alone at the time. It was normal, to be home alone at that age. My brother and I used to always be home alone. You know, when your mom went to the market, or went to the store, typical errands in the afternoon. I was in the kitchen, working on homework.

We had a bar made of marble, that was facing the living room tv, I was working on top of it.

Something strange caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. You ever get that feeling, when you think you see something moving in your peripherals? I looked, and didn’t see anything, I was so relieved.

As I looked down, I thought I saw a shadowy figure run across the room, so I looked up, saw nothing again, but I felt chills spread over my whole body, every hair standing on edge, tingling down my neck. I went back to working on my homework, but I could hardly focus.

Then I saw it, this time the shadow man went the other way. I stopped at that moment, and decided to go back to my homework, try not think too much of it, but I was already freaking out inside.

Then the tv turned on, ON ITS OWN! It was just static, but I ran outside so fast!! I called my mom, right away, telling her, to “hurry home, please.” I was standing outside the kitchen window at the time, and then I saw him, the man in a black coat.

He was an older man standing right there in the kitchen window looking out at me as I was looking in at him and I could feel every hair, on my body, standing up again.

He looked at me square in the eye, smiled, and then disappeared …

NEW HOUSE

We had just moved to a new neighborhood. It was in a little town in California. I was 14 at the time. At this point we had been living there a few weeks. I walked home from school. Everybody else, was still either at work or just not home yet. Since I was home alone, I decided to call my Aunt Jody. I was lying on the couch, my feet up in the air, while we were talking, I heard what sounded like someone was making a ruckus in the kitchen.

Metal Clanging echoed through the house. As if pots and pans were being hit with a spatula, super hard. My aunt asked me what was going on, and I was already running outside.

My aunt hung up and called the cops, and I went outside, but no one was there. It was loud, I could distinctly hear it and so could my aunt. When the cops arrived, they checked out the entire house.

When we asked them if they had seen anyone, or if anybody had been in there, they said, “Well we didn’t see anyone, but we almost shot each other.”

How did they almost shoot each other? We almost shot each other, because it sounded like someone was walking from the back door, in heavy boots, through the kitchen, and into the den.

I was near the front door, and he, cop points at the other cop, was near the back door, and we heard it in between, but there was nobody there.

THE SAME HOUSE

I have often wondered if spirits are attached to houses, or if they are drawn to certain people, perhaps they’re always around, or maybe they’re never around…

This next story took place in the same house, as the previous one, as there were a few events that transpired there.

One night, my sister was asleep, in her room. At least it was supposed to be her room.

See the house, the house was purchased from a family that had moved out, and we got it for a great deal, that’s why we moved in. A man had hung himself in the garage some years prior.

So, the house was a more affordable price. One night my sister fell asleep, but she woke up, because there was a man standing next to her bed, telling her to get up…She was sleeping in the same room that the man hung himself in, & she saw him when she was awake…

This was not the only time this would happen…there was another occasion.

I was 19, and I was sleeping in the garage on the couch. It was so comfortable, the cushions were plush, super soft, and I was relaxed, so I gently drifted off to sleep.

Except, that I woke up, because I felt soft breath against the nape of my ear, as someone whispered, “Wake up, wake up, wake up.”

The longer we lived in that house, the more we found out about it.

The neighbors filled us in over time. They said one of the men that lived there, the one that committed suicide. Was a lumberjack - not a literal lumberjack, but that, that’s what he looked like. He had a big beard, and would always wear flannel shirts, along with these big heavy boots.

WHISPERS EVERYWHERE

The house always had a bit of a spooky vibe to it. When I first moved in, I would hear whispers coming from the heater. I thought it was wind in the beginning, but there was no way the wind could come from there. It was a floor furnace, with a metal grate. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen one.

Well, I started to lower my head down to the grate to listen, because I swear, I heard whispering. I couldn’t tell what was being said. I thought it was ghosts. It was creeping me out because it was happening every night and I couldn’t sleep. My mom was over one night, and she heard the whispers too!

So, I called the police, they came quickly and checked out the house, pulled the panel off the side, and shined lights underneath the house to see if anyone was living there, but there was nothing there. After that I felt a little bit better about everything, but I kept hearing the whispers.

A few months went by, and I went into the kitchen to get a snack. I opened the fridge, looked to the side of the refrigerator door, grabbed the mayonnaise out, and put it on the counter. I hardly eat sandwiches, but I was craving one.

I pulled out my deli meat, the bread, mustard, lettuce, tomatoes, and started to put it together. When I opened the mayonnaise container I felt my stomach drop, for some reason it felt like someone had eaten, or used my mayonnaise.

I’m telling you I hardly use it, and I noticed quite a bit had been missing. I shrugged it off and let it go, I didn’t see who could have eaten any of it.

A few months went by, I was hearing whispers AGAIN, only this time it was louder. It was coming from under the house, so I called the cops, and it turned out I was not imagining things, there really were people living there.  

There was nobody underneath when the cops showed up, but the cops noticed 2 sleeping bags, and that they had connected a rotary phone. Nothing else. The cops were still parked out front when the two guys jumped over a fence a few houses down, and the policemen were able to apprehend them.

I SEE YOU

My entire life, ever since I was young, and as long as I can remember, I have been able to see spirits, ghosts, and people that have passed on from this life…

Most of my experiences were not terrible, but they were not good either, and I never intentionally tried to connect with the spirits or talk to them.
I have spent my life afraid of them.

They have always scared the living daylights out of me.

There was one occasion, when I was in third grade, around 9 years old. I slept in the living room at the time. I would use a rolling bed, that we kept next to the front door. It looked like a cot on wheels. I went to bed and was falling asleep, like any normal night, my eyes were getting heavier, and heavier, until I couldn’t keep them open anymore. I was out like a light, but I awoke in the middle of the night, and there was something floating over me.

This was before I ever read a Harry Potter book or saw any of those movies, they had not been released yet…The best way I can describe what was floating over me, would be to call it a dementor, like the shadowy creatures they had in those films. I remember lying there on the cot, stiff as a board. As it started to creep towards my face, I could feel a coolness washing over me.

I panicked, and grabbed my blanket as quick as I could, pulled it up over my head, and started praying really hard. I couldn’t take it, I was so overwhelmed with emotions in the moment, that I started crying intensely, but I couldn’t scream for help. I wanted to move the blanket, but I was afraid, and it traumatized me. To this day I still sleep with my head under the covers…

I SEE YOU TOO

I recently had an obscure experience at a dance rehearsal, that I had for work. It was a refreshing, cool, summer day. You could feel a slight breeze in the air. I was at a client’s house at the time.

We were sitting on the couch in their den. I was talking to the mom and the daughter of the home, when a man walked right by us. I said to them, “oh, who is that guy”? I had physically seen a gentleman come out of the bedroom and walk down the hall to the front door.

When I asked them who walked by, they both said, “no one is here, except us.” It sent shivers down my spine, I stiffened in my seat. Goosebumps covered my arms.

I could not believe that they had not seen him. I started to get up to leave when the father of the house came home. We started to have a chat. I was telling him about the man I had just seen, and he was asking what the man looked like. Surprisingly, I could not give a clear answer.

 I could not remember what he looked like, even though I had just seen him. I left. A month later, I was back at their house, and I happened to be using their restroom.

When I was in there, I looked up, and saw a photograph on the wall. In the picture, was the man I had seen walking from the bedroom, through the hall, to the front door. It turned out, that the man in the photo was the father of the home’s dad, my student’s grandfather, that had passed away.

There are no coincidences, because the day that I saw the grandfather walking through the hall, was the father’s birthday. I don’t know why the grandfather was there, but it wouldn’t surprise me, if it was to celebrate his son.

There have been numerous interactions throughout my life, but especially when I was little.

Sleep paralysis is something else, that I’ve experienced a lot, but there is a difference between sleep paralysis and what I shared. I have experienced both.

 For sleep paralysis, I would fall asleep, and sometimes wake up in the middle of my sleep, because there would be something crawling on me or something trying to talk to me, whisper things in my ears, or pull me.

 I would try to scream for help, but I could not move or talk. This was different.

MOM, DAD, I’M SCARED

I was around eight or nine years old…sleeping in my room, when something woke me up, and frightened me.

I ran to my parent’s room as fast as my feet would carry me, my steps echoed in the night. I burst into their room, and they let me lie in between them for a while.

They had a restroom in their bedroom, and when we were laying there, I told them that I could see a ghastly figure of a man coming from the bathroom door to get me.

They both said, that “there’s nothing there. I started screaming, frantically, cause the man was getting closer, closer until I was yelling hysterically for them to turn on the light.

I could clearly see the man’s figure walking toward the bed.

My dad, got up, walked toward the restroom, and turned on the bathroom light, at which point the ghost disappeared.

He said "see, there’s nothing there," and there was nothing there, but when he turned the light back off, the ghost was even closer to the bed.

TWO BROTHERS

This story is much creepier, and my brother can confirm it for you. Nick is my older brother. We are separated by about 3 years. He could probably tell it to you in more detail, but I will do my best. He and I were sitting in our living room, both of us were on the couch. It was the daytime, and everyone else was out of the house.

At the time, the living room did not have a view of the kitchen…My brother and I were both sitting on the couch, & we heard a crash of noise, coming from kitchen, it was so loud, as though all the silverware had been thrown on the floor. Now if I had been the only one to hear it, that would be one thing, but after the noise, my brother and I looked at each other immediately, and my heart was pounding.

That is how I knew it was real, because we both heard it and acknowledged it. We both went to the kitchen to see what happened. I was scared, but it was clean, there were no forks, spoons, or knives anywhere, not on the floor, not all over the counters, no silverware in the sink. Nothing. It was super creepy. The fact that it is so inexplicable, is what leaves me so unsettled by the situation, because we both heard it.

THE HOUSE I GREW UP IN

The house I grew up in…my Mom and Dad bought it after the prior owners moved out. They got a great deal because the son of the owner’s had committed suicide.

I never wanted to go in the living room.

My whole childhood was filled with weird experiences. I was around 9-14 years old when we lived there. I would sit on the furniture, usually the sofa watching tv late at night & I would hear footsteps.

I would get up to go check it out. I go open the door, but it would be completely dark, and yet I would hear heavy footsteps, sitting in the family room. You would feel breathing down your neck while sitting on the couch.

There was one time I was in the family room. My brother & his friend were in the garage. My mom had bought a Ouija board. Anyways, they were in the garage, and I was in the family room. It was around 8p.m. They came flying out of the garage pale, white as ghosts, and went running into the living room.

I asked them, “What’s going on.” They said that the board was moving by itself…

In that house I would hear noises in the kitchen, dishes moving around clattering. I would have demonic nightmares and wake up screaming. My Dad would have real bad nightmares about cats attacking him.

THE HOUSE I LIVED IN

There was a house that I lived in…the first night my daughters were playing in the backyard, they came running inside, screaming, scared to death, freaked out.

I asked them, “what happened, what happened”? They pointed at the backyard, and we saw 2 green lit eyes standing outside the back door window.

THE BACK ROOM

The back room of the house, where my other daughter would sleep, there you would feel an evil presence.

 I would also feel something was watching me and I would turn around to look in there. I would pray anytime I had that feeling. “In the name of Jesus Christ, I would rebuke” this was the prayer I would say, and it took place for about 7 years.

There was one time, my eldest daughter was sleeping back there.

She was around 15 or16 years old at the time and she felt something jump on her bed, walk around her, and pin her down. To the point that she couldn’t breathe. We would pray to God if we were alone and continue praying to God until whatever it was would leave. These evil spirits fear the name of Jesus Christ.

MY BEDROOM

There was this old lady that lived in my house in my bedroom. She would always be wearing an old yellow nightgown.

She didn’t scare me, but she would be in my bedroom & I would feel her come out & stand over me.

I would tell her to just leave. “Go” & she would walk away her steps ever so gentle, until she would disappear into the bathroom - I never mentioned it to my daughter’s or wife…because I did not want to scare them.

It was strange because my daughters brought her up.

They felt somebody would protect them in the house, and that it was the lady in the yellow dress that would protect, and the evil force would clash with it.

MY OTHER HOUSE

There was another home a few years later where my daughter was moving in with me.

We would see small children in this house. They had lived there before, and they were kind, friendly spirits, but there was also a demonic presence in the house controlling everything.

One night the kids were all over, because we had hosted a BBQ that day. So, we would keep the bedroom door open a little bit just in case anybody needed anything.

I woke up to a little voice calling out down the hallway. I went to check, but nothing was there…

After a while, I began to communicate with the kid spirits. I would tell them to touch my knee and they would touch it, I would feel the sensation on my knee.

 I would say open or close the door and then the door would open or close. Not all the time, only when they were around. I never felt like they were evil, they were friendly. But the dark presence in the house always lingered around.

WALK THROUGH WALLS

My middle daughter saw an old man who had an evil feeling, standing at her door one time.

This evil presence had the ability to walk through walls.

When the evil presence walked through the walls you would hear a loud pounding as it went through.  It walked through my bed one time and the entire bed shook.

I had a little dog, a puppy, and one morning, I awoke in the middle of the night, because she was being choked, I yelled out for it to stop, that she’s just a puppy. Then whatever spirit was playing with my puppy at the time stopped and let her go.

The stories you hear growing up, about things underneath your bed. The kid that could be crying about something underneath THEIR bed. Well, there really could be something underneath their bed.

The Evil spirits, they’re afraid of Jesus they’re afraid of God, pray for them to go away. There are Forces for good and evil always battling out there in the world that we live in, even if we can’t see it. It affects us, some people more than others.

My mom prayed for white magic, but when you do that, you are opening the door for other stuff. Any doors you open, need to be closed.

NOBODY HOME

We were living in a two-story house. I was downstairs, home alone at the time. I heard noises upstairs, so I went up to check and see what it was.

I was headed to my mother’s room at the farthest side of the house. On the way to the room, I passed by the laundry room.

I saw a wrench, sitting on top of a towel, on top of the washing machine. Both the washing machine and the dryer were off at the time.

I still heard noises coming from my mom’s room, so I called my mom and told her to come pick me up, I was about 14 at the time.

I went to open the door, and all the noises stopped, but while I was looking in the room and restroom, I heard a loud noise over yonder.

I ran out of the room and when I passed by the hall, the wrench was on the floor along with the towel, I didn’t know how it got there, when nothing was on, nobody was in the house.

SLEEP PARALYSIS

I was asleep one night in my mom’s room and I had just woken up, but was in sleep paralysis.

If you’re not familiar with sleep paralysis, sleep paralysis is a feeling of being conscious, but unable to move.

It occurs when a person passes between stages of sleep and wakefulness. During these transitions, the person is unable to move or speak for a few seconds up to a few minutes.

 I was in sleep paralysis at the time, when I saw a man in suspenders walking towards me. Every step closer feeling like a lifetime. I was so scared, and he was standing at the foot of the bed.

He grabbed my ankles, I tried so hard to get up, but I couldn’t and when I was finally able to move, my ankles were in so much pain.

CLOSET LIGHT

I was sleeping in my mom’s room one night. just her and I, and I could see the light in her closet on. I told her, “Mom the light in the closet is on.”

We were both asleep, dead tired at the time. She said, it’s just your dad, but my dad wasn’t there, he wasn’t even home.

So my mom got up, and went to turn off the light in the closet, but as soon as she grabbed the door, the light turned off on its own… 

MAN’S BEST FRIEND

My dog used to always scratch on our door when she would want to come into our room.

She loved attention, and our affection. There was one morning where we woke up, and she didn't, she was in an everlasting peaceful sleep. She passed on from this life…

Only something unusual happened that night.

The day that she died, we heard a clawing outside our door. As if she was trying to scratch on it, to get our attention to come in.

It was the same noise and way that she would try to get in our room and get our attention when she was alive.

PLEASE EXPLAIN

 Something else that I find strange, is that I leave my jewelry in the same spot every night, but some mornings, when I wake up, it is missing.

It will turn up later in the day on its own, right where I left it the night before.

PLEASE EXPLAIN PART II

There was one time my dad was out of town.

My brother and I were the only one’s home. I heard things coming from my dad’s room, like doors were being slid open, and the furniture was being moved around.

So, I went to my brother’s room, and he said he was hearing things too, but he thought that it was me.

We went to check out the room, but nothing was moved, everything was in its usual place…

MIND OF THEIR OWN

I was in my room. I slept in the basement at the time. I was lying down on my bed when I heard someone walking up the basement steps.

Little by little, slowly, gingerly, one step at a time, I heard them, until they stopped at the top.

A moment later the door began to creak open.

That’s when I turned over to look towards the steps. I didn’t hear anyone walk down the steps, but then I heard someone start walking back up the steps again.

Once more I could hear the creaking of the stairs as they went up each step, until the door creep squeaked open once more. 

The following night, around 1:30a.m., I went to the garage; to check on some kittens, my cat had given birth a couple weeks prior.

I went down there checked on them and they were fine.

My family kept a few bikes hanging in the garage at the time to store them.

I went back to my room, and I heard the cats meowing.

So I went back to the garage, and when I went to open the door, the bikes had been moved to block the entrance.

It was spooky, cause nobody else was home, nothing was taken. Yet here they were completely off the racks.

SLEEP PARALYSIS II

I had sleep paralysis once and saw an old man standing in my room.

That was the first time. Now, I have had sleep paralysis on several occasions and have seen the same old man.

He’s creepy, but that’s not the part I have an issue with, because I have never had an issue with him.

The strange thing is, that my little cousin was over one night, hanging out with the family, and he walked into my room and asked me, “who the old man standing in my room is.”?

LATE NIGHT DRIVE

I was driving late at night, and I fell asleep on the road. I swerved to the side and started crashing into signs, bushes, everything on the edge of the road and then I felt something tell me to let go of the steering wheel.

It woke me up from my sleep. I felt my grandpa grab the wheel and turn it back to the center of the lane.

A lot of people probably won’t believe me, because he’s been dead for a few years now…but I know it was him, I felt him.

I FEEL YOU TOO

I was driving through my neighborhood when I was in a horrible accident.

I was crossing an intersection when I got hit by a drunk driver. He T-boned my vehicle. It was intense, the vehicle was destroyed, totaled.

During the accident, I felt my grandpa grab my body tight, and say, “It is okay, you are going to be okay.”

There was no one in the car with me, but I felt him. I looked down in my lap after the incident, and my rosary from my windshield was on my lap.

It could have flown off the rear-view mirror in the accident, but it had a presence to it, like it wasn’t just a coincidence that it was there.

It was as though it was placed there as a protective shield over me, when my grandpa said it was going to be okay…

MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL

First of all, I do not believe in anything being paranormal.

With that being said, I am a general contractor and roughly 1 year ago I was doing some work for a customer, that involved remodeling a bathroom.

The entire time that my employee & I worked in the bathroom, we had a clear view down the stairs. The bathroom was on the second story and both of us kept seeing a black figure poke its head around the corner of the stairs from the living room below. 

We assumed it was the customer, but when the customer came home later, we realized that nobody was there earlier, besides the two of us.

Eventually we brought this up to the customer and she informed us, that at night she hears loud thuds and sees black figures peering around corners.

It was no concern to us, and we all just laughed it off, and joked about it until we finished the job.

There was a mirror that we had replaced upstairs in the restroom, and we took the old one with us.

I stored it in my basement for about 3 months, until another customer needed a new mirror, so I sold the mirror we took from the 1st customer to the new customer. Installed it at her house & left.

While the mirror was stored in my basement my wife complained about strange feelings and seeing someone out of the corner of her eye in the basement, while doing laundry and we both heard thuds from the basement occasionally.

This all stopped when the mirror was removed. Fast forward 1month later, and I get a call from the 2nd customer.

She called saying she bought a new mirror to be hung and asked if we could dispose of the one, I sold her.

This took me by surprise since we had just installed it. I didn’t ask why, but she told me she had a bad feeling about the mirror and would prefer the new one. She did not want her money back and paid us to install the new one too.

 The old mirror is now at my shop and my employees are saying, that they hear weird sounds and that shadows have been giving them the creeps.

The only thing I can think of is the mirror is always at the center of these strange occurrences. Like I said, I do not believe in the paranormal, but I don’t know what to believe anymore.

PARANORMAL BATHROOM

So, I was watching my little cousins and we were playing hide and seek in the house. They are young and do not know much about ghosts, spirits, or anything paranormal.

At the time, my younger girl cousin was counting, so I decided to hide in the bathroom and got inside the bathtub with my phone as a flashlight and I pulled the curtain closed.

There were a few of us playing, my two cousins, my older brother & I.

 I was hiding when I heard someone whisper, "look she is in there".

Then I heard a few more steps and figuring it was my cousin I opened the curtain and yelled trying to scare her...but there was nothing there…No sign of her. I walked out of the bathroom, checking every corner and found her looking for my brother in his room.

I asked my cousin if she went in the restroom and she said, “no.” Then when we found the rest of the group and I asked if any of them went into the bathroom. All of them said, “No.”

I THOUGHT IT WAS MY SISTER

Six or seven years ago I was living with my mom and my sister.

One morning I was lying awake in bed, waiting to use the restroom. There was only one in the apartment and my mom was using it to get ready for work.

My door was open at the time and I saw what I thought was my sister walk by my room. It took me by surprise because she would never be awake before noon.

I heard the sink in the kitchen turn on, and the water running for a few seconds and then nothing.

Silence. I never saw my sister walk back to her room. I got up to check on the bathroom again, which was free.

I didn't see my sister, so I asked my mom and she said she hadn't either.

When I opened my sister's door, she was still asleep, not even wearing the same color shirt as I saw on the girl that walked by.

HAUNTED MANSION

Every year my family rents this cabin, that is big enough for 3 families.  It has a music room, a board game room with a full set of drums, kitchen, TV room, movie theatre, tennis court, you name it, it’s got it.

I don’t know why my family continues to rent it though, because it gets more and more creepy every year. It is located at the top of a mountain and the closest neighbor is more than a mile away.  

The house is furnished in a peculiar way… masks line the walls, statues tower all over the place. 

Weird sounds emerge in the night like creatures in the dark. It sounds like someone is walking around the house when everyone is sleeping.

I have asked the others, and everyone swears they were in bed all night.  Sometimes you hear knocking, other times you hear footsteps. Sometimes only one person hears it, other times everybody hears it.

The most recent visit was the worst.  

There was the usual knocking and footsteps, except this time it was different, I clearly heard, a drum being played softly. It was 4:00am.

I woke up another night and I saw and heard a bear, or some animal, in the corner of my room near the window, but when I turned on the lights, nothing was there.

That was not the weirdest part, it was that my mom claimed that I came into her bedroom in the middle of the night and stood beside her bed. 

She said, she tried to speak to me, but I said nothing. Finally, she heard me moving in my bed in the next room and when she looked back who or whatever it was that was standing by her bed, had disappeared.

FAMILY CURSE

Our family has always been sensitive to the paranormal & unexplainable.

When my mom was young, she was tormented by a force that would slam doors, turn off lights and even slapped her cheek at one time.

In my personal experience, I have had instances of seeing shadow figures, at one time even being grabbed and pushed through a doorway by one.

My youngest sister has had the worst experience of us all.

When she was 5 years old, she got locked in her bedroom. Which was odd, because the doors had no way of locking.

The locks were broken, there was no key or pressure turn handles. She screamed out to us for help, and we couldn't get the door to open.

Finally, my dad broke through to find my sister crying in a fetal position under the bed.

When we asked her, “what happened”? she wouldn’t tell us. She refused to sleep in the dark, had to have some sort of light to avoid a pitch-black room.

She became skittish around dark places in general. That was 7 years ago.

It doesn't matter whether we're in our house or away in a hotel, we always have unexplainable experiences that occur around us.

My family is devoutly Christian. We go to church every Sunday and are deeply involved in personal spiritual growth.

We have done everything to try and stop paranormal activities from happening. We have had pastors pray over us, the house, burn sage, pray as a family to stop, and even had a Catholic priest perform an exorcism on the house. Nothing works.

This is not just my family's problem. All the way back to my great grandmother there have been strong supernatural occurrences.

Even three generations ago, they could not get rid of whatever it is that haunts our bloodline. 

The final straw was when my youngest sister stayed home alone while the rest of the family went out.

She was in her room on the second story. She started hearing heavy footsteps above her in the attic. She got scared but didn't panic as this was a normal occurrence.

The footsteps stopped, and then she heard a man’s voice yell out her name. She stayed in her room and ignored it. The voice yelled again, this time it was right outside her bedroom door.

She assumed it was our dad and opened the door to see what it was about. She didn't see anyone, or anything there, but she felt a hand grab her shoulder.

We've been dealing with these encounters for years, so we usually handle these extreme cases with a few biblical phrases.

She held out her crucifix and yelled, "In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to leave this house".

Whatever was there must have been angered, because she got 3 long fingernail type scratches down on her back from her shoulder. She freaked out and ran out of the house.

CEMETARY

I was one of the security guards at a cemetery/mortuary. I would work the day shift and would always be one of the last people to leave, because I usually closed.

Sometimes I would hear footsteps running in the halls, like little kids were chasing each other, but I tried not to focus on it, and think about it too much.

There was one night when I went to use the restroom at the end of this hall. There was a long corridor with a door at the end. The door being the entrance to the restroom.

I walked over, went inside, used the facilities, and then washed my hands. I tried to open the door to get out, but it would not budge. It was STUCK, as if being held by force!!

I checked to make sure it was not locked, and it wasn’t locked, but it would not budge. I tried to pry it open even harder, but it made no difference. It was as though it was glued shut.

There was a window in the restroom, and I could see people outside, so I started yelling for help, banging on the window for dear life, but it was no use.

Nobody could hear me for some reason, it was like the sound was not leaving the room. I went back to try opening the door to the restroom, but it still would not budge.

I started screaming louder for help, I was beginning to panic, because nobody could hear me.

A few minutes later someone opened the door from the outside, with ease. She was startled to see me in the restroom, because the door was unlocked when she opened it.

I asked her, “if she had heard me screaming”? she said, “no.”

I was screaming at the top of my lungs and pulling on the door with all my strength for about 10 minutes…

To this day I don’t know what happened, what kept me in there, how I got stuck, but I still hear feet running in the halls and children giggling from time to time.

SEAN

When I was 7, I used to play with my cousin, Sean, every night. We would play a lot; he was over all the time.

 I remember him clearly, how he would try to hold things, but they would fall out of his hand. The weird thing was, that my mom could never see him.

There was one time where he held up a Lego in front of my mom and I, and she screamed.

What sticks out to me as particularly obscure, is that I found out Sean was my cousin, that had died a year after I was born.

I was telling my other cousin about it, and he told me, that there was a time where he played with Sean too. I know it sounds crazy, but I saw Sean for two years every night. My Mom reckoned Sean was my guardian angel.

Recently I was in the street as a light went green for pedestrians, and a car came speeding down the intersection racing what seemed to be a hundred miles an hour. When I felt someone pull on my back and stop me from crossing, but no one was even nearby me.

GHOST TAP

I was laying on my side, on top of my bed, in the corner of my room, with my back to the door.

I was lying there when I felt something gently pressing into my back. I figured it was just my dog who liked to cuddle with me from time to time.

You know how it is when your pets are trying to get your attention, they’re relentless in their pursuits.  

So, I said, "hey puppy, come here baby girl" and then I rolled over, but she wasn't there.

Nothing was there actually. She wasn’t even in the room with me.

I got up out of the bed slowly and went to the living room and my dog was asleep on the couch, snoring, her paws extended, reaching up into the air. I never did find out what was pushing into my back.

A DECADE LATER

When I was a kid, I used to see creepy creatures around every corner. Back then I called them monsters, now I think I was being followed by demons.

Years have passed by, but the memories still spook me. It's important to acknowledge, that I was always in safe environments when anything strange happened, never in any danger.

Whether I was at home, in my bed, my grandmother's house, our summer house, wherever, it didn’t matter.

Everyone has tried to convince me that it was a psychosis caused by some pre-existing condition, or stress factor, even though I have never had any issues.

It also wasn't influenced by the media, because my mom didn't let me watch TV unsupervised. I grew up watching Disney movies & cartoons. Scary movies or violent T.V. shows weren’t allowed.

She was also very careful with choosing the books she read to me…

It all started when I was around five years old. I knew something was watching me from behind the curtains, I told my mom about it, she shrugged it off, because she couldn't see it of course. 

The next day I saw the creature, it was tall, covered in a brownish-grey greasy fur, with an extremely ugly face that slightly resembled both, a fat pig, and an angry dog. Its teeth were in a snarl.

At the time, the creature did not do anything, it just stood there menacingly, and wouldn't go away. It had a terrifying presence.

I even saw it in my dreams several times, and in the mirror on a couple of occasions. I should have got used to it over the years, but I never did.

The terrifying presence I mentioned earlier always accompanied it, I felt like I knew it was intending to harm me and the fact that it was not doing anything at all scared me even more. 

I was ten years old, on a winter vacation in the house we went to every year. The creature had come back more aggressive.

I was alone in the bedroom, when it appeared lying on the bed in front of me. It had a wicked smile; it was the first time that it's facial expression had changed.

It looked different, shorter, fatter. I was paralyzed, I couldn't scream. Its claws reached out to me, as its mouth stretched open wider, and it grabbed me by my throat and started choking me. I was sure I was going to die there, but it disappeared along with the cross I wore around my neck.

I had scratch marks on me, my aunt's eyes widened in disbelief when I showed her. Everyone could tell that something had happened, but they just brushed it off.

Attributed it to me being afraid of nothing and accidentally hurting myself or something of that nature.

We could not find my cross anywhere and the adults assumed I lost it somewhere else. 

I saw the creature for a few seconds at a time on several occasions after that. Then it stopped coming.

Sometimes I can still feel that it is nearby.
The slightly altered version of it that got physically violent with me resembles those old illustrations that come up when you google an incubus.

I did not realize that until years later, long after the incident. I am not saying that I know what it is, I do not, I am only using this as an example to better illustrate its appearance. 

GRANDMAS WITH ME

Before I start this story, I would like to explain a few things. Since my nan’s death, I’ve always felt my nan with me. From about 18-19 to present day.

I have always felt sensitive to other spirits around me. I am not claiming to be a medium, but I do sense a lot of things.

I don’t see spirits in a general sense, I see them through my mind’s eye.

It would have to be described as a visual representation of what my eyes do not see.

When I was 23, I moved out of my nan’s house. It was a sad, but happy moment for me. I was finally getting on with my life, moving forward.

As my life changed, so did my 5-year relationship with my partner…it ended.

The house I moved to was a decent size. You could not tell by looking at it from the outside though. It was longer than it was wide.

From the front door, the hallway corridor lead to the bottom of some stairs with 2 doors on the left hand side.

The door closest to the front door led to a small front room and the 2nd door lead to a bigger middle room which was an open planned living space combined with a small kitchen.

There were 2 doors in the kitchen, the one on the left lead to the garden and the one on right lead to the bathroom. It had 3 bedrooms, and the only toilet was in the bathroom.

The first day I moved in was amazing. I never felt better. While Abel, the homeowner, was out; I decided I would wash all the new cutlery and plates in the sink.

While doing so, I heard footsteps from the hallway. I froze for a split second to take in what I heard... and the footsteps carried on until about halfway up the stairs and stopped.

I could feel the hairs on my body stand on end. Goosebumps all over my body. A sudden feeling of dread hung over me.

I shouted “Abel” no answer. I knew there wouldn’t be an answer, after all nobody ever came in through the front door. Regardless I checked all 3 bedrooms, nothing.

The house was silent, but I still had this feeling of dread. I carried on with the washing up trying to forget about it…and about half hour later Abel came home.

Everything was ok for a while. I had feelings of dread every now and again, but it was tolerable. Nowhere near as bad. as when I heard the footsteps.

Two months down the line, when the dark nights were drawing in, I was lying on my bed with my partner. She was going to head home in about fifteen minutes.

She had work the next day and it was quicker for her to get to work from her house rather than from mine. She used to stay over during the weekends or when our days off matched.

Anyways, we were lying on my bed. She looked up and suddenly started shaking. Frozen stiff, but shaking, staring fixated at the ceiling.

When I asked her what was wrong, because it was scaring me a little, she said she saw some kind of smoke appear in the corner of the ceiling and then a face appeared through the ceiling staring at her for a few seconds before vanishing.

She was as white as a sheet. That same feeling of dread came over me like when I heard the footsteps and it worried me. This feeling of dread seemed more intense.

It was not long after, that I started to sense something around the house during my days off. I could not put my finger on what it was at first, but after about half a day I picked up feelings of sadness and loneliness.

A million miles away from the feeling of dread I usually got which was a breath of fresh air.

On a weekend off from work I came downstairs to have some breakfast and through my mind’s eye, on the floor opposite to where I was, I saw a small, long bench with a young child sitting in the middle crying, with his hands clenched, rubbing his eyes.

Then it came to me, the feeling of sadness and loneliness I mentioned. He looked about 4-5 years old. That was the start of it all.

Every time after that I would sense him running around the house, standing. sitting down by me when I was playing video games, or standing by me watching tv, looking at the food I was eating and just generally following me around the house.

I even got so used to it that I turned cartoons on in the front room on occasion while I cleaned up.

The feeling of dread was still looming around the house, but again, it was tolerable, it was faint.

I kept it to myself, that I could sense this little boy in the house. That was until my partner saw this little figure run past my door and then run into my room as if it was running directly at her, which made her jolt as if bracing for the impact.

That’s when I told her that I could sense him around. Before she could tell me how he looked, I quickly asked her if I could describe him to her instead. Just so I could see if I was right about what I had been seeing, and confirm I was not going crazy.

This little boy was wearing dirty black shoes, gray knee length socks that were down by his ankles in a way that looked scruffy, a pair of tattered and worn black shorts, a gray t-shirt and a gray scruffy cap and he boy was very, very, thin.

My partner confirmed all of this with a startling stare and added that she “felt sorry for him.”

She asked me if I had seen anything else in the house. I told her I had not, but that I got this feeling of dread throughout the house.

She went quiet for a few seconds and then mentioned that when she was around on the second night of me living there, she had gone for a cigarette. Stood by the open kitchen door which lead to the garden.

After about a minute she felt someone grip her shoulder tight, so she turned around hurriedly, but there was no one there as we were all in the front room. She continued to smoke, but had a looming feeling of someone standing right next to her.

Abel was also interested in the paranormal and it was not long until me, my partner, Abel, and a few of his friends were using an Ouija board.

We used an overturned glass to put our fingers on. We managed to contact this little boy and we asked him to spell out his name. The pointer went to no. Then it clicked.

He was too young to spell his name and he didn’t know the year he died either or the day or the month. It was a shame.

As it came about. This spirit boy saw me as a big brother and saw my partner as a mother. Through asking him questions we found out that the boy was left to die of starvation. His mother went out one day and didn’t come back.

I asked the boy if there was anybody he did not like in the house. I asked this because of the feeling of dread I kept having, I wanted to try and understand what and where this feeling of dread was coming from.

I got my answer.. The glass moved to “Yes”.

I asked more questions. Can you point the glass to where this person is?… “no.”

Is the person you don’t like in this room?… “no.”

Then I asked if the person was up stairs…. “Yes.”

Is he upstairs now?… “Yes.”

Does he scare you?… “Yes.”

Then I asked “There’s a male upstairs isn’t there? … No answer, so I asked the same question in a different way.

Is there a nasty man upstairs?
“Yes.”  

I had sensed correct, there was a male presence in the house.

Does the nasty man live above the bedrooms?… “Yes.”

It clicked for both me and my partner. That face she saw through my bedroom ceiling was this man’s. It wasn’t good.

I started to push more questions to understand what was going on and to confirm what I felt was going on.

Does this man come out at night? “Yes” and you hide from him? “Yes” is he angry a lot? “Yes” he doesn’t like me does he? “No” because of my nan? “Yes” this male presence didn’t like Abel or my partner either.

Does he know we are talking about him?… Nothing…. I asked again.. Nothing.

We were all a little freaked out and we decided to call it off. Abel closed our session thanking the spirits for our protection and their communication.

The male presence became stronger after this. During the day the house was filled with dread. No matter where I went, I kept the door to my room closed and I could feel this male presence walking angrily around the house, especially when it passed my room.

I could feel him stopping outside my door and staring at me. As if the door was not even there, it was as though he knew exactly where my head was and where I was sitting.

This happened every night. Sometimes the feeling was so bad I would not come out of my room to eat or drink. Only to use the restroom.

I would leave the room and then, I’d make sure all the lights were on in the house. From about 7:00p.m. until I went to bed. Some nights this male presence would spend the entire night just staring at me through the door. Those were the times I’d have an early night and want to go to sleep as fast as possible.

When my partner stayed over, she would go downstairs during the night to use the toilet and find the backroom and kitchen lights on. All the lights would usually be turned off when Abel was home and when my girlfriend stayed over.

Sometimes just the kitchen light or the backroom light or the front room light would be turned on.

One time the lights were off, and she was walking towards the kitchen light to turn it on, and it turned on, on its own, before she even got to the switch.

Another time she went downstairs to the toilet and screamed. I ran downstairs to find her sitting on the bottom step.

She told me she opened the door to see the kitchen light flicking on and off with a huge black shape in the middle. I burst into the middle room and the light was on but no black shape.

I stayed with her while she went to toilet, and we stayed awake that night. We were tired and thirsty, but too scared to do anything. This stuff was happening every other day now.

I would also like to point out that a good chunk of all that I experienced happened while Abel was away. He was away a lot.

On top of everything that was going on, at the time the days were long. I was up at 4:30 every morning to get to work by 7:30 and I’d get home around 8-9. It was important that I had my sleep.

What happened this one morning happened almost every morning after that, until I left the house. I woke up about 4:45am to see my door wide open with that feeling of dread hanging in the air. I got up, closed the door, and then went back to sleep.

Only to find that my door was wide open again when I woke up to my alarm.

Still, I thought nothing of it. Until I was being woken up between 4:30am – 5:00am consistently every morning, that I had work. One morning I woke to someone breathing on my face. I got up quickly, but there was nothing there except that same feeling of dread.

It was beginning to get to me now. I wasn’t sleeping right or living right. I decided to place a pair of my training shoes against the door before I went to bed and still my door would be wide open when I would wake up.

I began to feel a load of pressure and feeling of dread all over me and I would not be able to get back to sleep.

I was getting more tired as the days went on. When I told Abel about all this, he told me that he was shocked.

He told me he heard voices coming from the hallway while he lays in bed and there’s been knocking on his bedroom door before at times. He thought it was me messing around, but when he opened his door, my door was shut and there was no way that I could have made it back to my room that quick without making a noise.

He told me there was more whispering and knocking on his door when I was not there.

It got to a point that if I went to bed when Abel was not there, that I would leave all the lights and tv on in the house all night.

If I had to go to the toilet I would wait until I was almost bursting to go and as soon as I got home from work, I would go straight up stairs and not move from my room.

Night after night, I would keep waking up and it was tiring me out. That feeling of dread... it was like the presence was watching me sleep... It wasn’t long after all this that I eventually moved again to my aunts.

Everything was calmer there.
That male presence in the house didn’t like me at all. I felt that this spirit was unable to approach me mentally as my nan was blocking him out and instead, he was trying to wear me down physically.

For what purpose, or reason if any I’ll never know, and I’m glad I never will. I have never gone back to that house, and I doubt I ever will. I just feel bad for that little boy…

THE GIRL

When I was little, I played with a little girl named Jill, we did everything together and she was my best friend.

We were so close; she even came with us when we went to another country. We would play on the swings and push each other, and one time she made me cut my own hair. It wasn’t just a little bit of hair either, it was almost all my hair, and I got in SO much trouble.

I remember one time she had the most horrific pants on, they were bright orange pants. Most of the time she wore a dress. She had long wavy hair, and always wore it in a ponytail. 

My family thought I was crazy playing with her, and I didn’t understand why until years later.

We stopped hanging out when I was about 10-11 years old.

Years later my mom saw her. My mom came out of the bathroom and there Jill was right outside the door, and as soon as my mom saw her, she disappeared.

My Mom rushed to the living room to tell me what she had seen and started to describe her; I was shocked! I thought,” I’VE PLAYED WITH A GHOST!!”

That’s why my family thought I was crazy; they never saw her. I was the only one who saw Jill. That was until my nephew was about five.

He has seen her multiple times too, but he starts to talk about other things and avoids talking about what he sees.

He is not the only one who has seen her nowadays either. She’s so familiar to the family, that we don’t mind her being here. A medium told us that she is not stuck here either, she just likes to visit.

I THINK IM BEING FOLLOWED

When I was 8 years old, my dad owned a house. We do not own the house anymore, but for as long as I can remember, any person that was in that house for an extended period came across a ‘spirit’ that wore a top hat.

It wanted its presence to be known. My mom, dad, nana, extended family, and even my friends saw it. They all told me their stories.

My mother told me one, when I was 16. She said, that after she had given birth to me, she saw this spirit stand over my crib with its hand on my face.

She freaked out and left. I don’t know if what she said was true, I do not remember much, but I remember both my mother and father being fearful of it.

I had some experiences with ‘supernatural’ things, but I never saw him directly. I had only heard the usual footsteps/doors closing etc. but I always knew when he was around, because I felt an immense negative energy. We ended up leaving the house when I was 12, but I would always bring up the experiences I had when telling ‘spooky stories’ with friends.

Every now and then though, I would see or feel it around. I was 18 at this point. I started seeing strange things again.

Also, my boyfriend saw a man sitting behind me in his rear-view mirror, he glanced away and looked back, and it was gone. I sometimes felt bad energy in certain rooms which made me avoid them. However, something scary that made me nauseous happened the other day. 

I had a friend come over that I met online. She was super spiritual, and we would usually talk about crystals and protection stuff. Things like that. It was around 1:00am, and we both were sitting on my porch with her bf that she brought along.

We started talking about experiences with ghosts and spirits, so I grabbed my crystals to make sure we felt safe. I was going to bring up my old house, when I got a wave of dread and nausea, like my body was saying I should not even think about it.

I told my friend I did not want to talk, because I felt uncomfortable. At the time I felt the presence of the man in the top hat behind me, but I didn’t say that, because I did not want to freak them out.

My friend, suddenly said, ‘I just had a vision’, and I asked her to explain. She looked terrified and said, that she did not feel like she could. I asked her again and she said, ‘I had a vision of a man in a top hat behind a fence staring at us.

I almost passed out; I had NEVER mentioned the top hat man before. I had not even brought up my old house to her. We all went inside and freaked out. I shut my door and I felt like the spirit wasn’t inside, but I knew it was nearby.

I woke my dad up and told him, and he told me to sleep with my obsidian nearby. 

I am now scared, that I am being followed or he’s attached himself onto me. I had never told my friend about the top hat man before.

When I called my mum and told her about it, she started to feel nauseous and had to sit down. I am terrified to even think about it.

I do not know how to get rid of it or what it is exactly. I am scared that I might be overreacting, but I know what I felt. It is not a coincidence that my friend envisioned him, when I never mentioned him before.

Dark Spirit

I know many people do not believe in ghosts, but personally I have always been very susceptible to sensing, seeing, and experiencing spirits and energies since I was a little girl, and there is one experience of mine, that sticks out more than the rest.

The first clear memory I have of him, was when I was five. I was in my bed, and I woke up at some point in the night and had the instinct to look towards my window, where I saw a tall figure of a man in what looked like overalls and a button up shirt standing still, looking directly at me. He didn’t say anything, there was no verbal exchange, but I felt sick to my stomach.

He did not have a clear face or any defining features, besides very large hands, and what looked like a bump on the side of his neck. He stared at me the way someone gets when they’re angry. The kind of furious stare that makes you feel like you need to get away before something awful happens.

After the first encounter I noticed a pattern, I knew he was around because I would have the same dream before he would show himself.

The dream would always start the same way. I am in a large house; it is run down. It seems abandoned and rotting. There are holes in the floor you must avoid, moldy walls, soft and brittle with decay. I always walk cautiously in the dream, and as quiet as possible, because I have the feeling of being watched. In the dream I am frightened, nervous, and tense, in fight or flight mode. The urge to stay hidden is so strong I follow it.

I am met with two rooms upstairs, in one there is a lot of children. They always look dirty, half are naked, and they are laying in a dog pile.

They do not speak, they communicate with their expressions, and their breathing halts when the feeling of being watched gets stronger.

I always head into the dining room, there are no lights on in the house, and I am sitting at the end of a long dining table in the dark, yet I can still see a pair of twin boys at the other end.

They look young, maybe 8 or 9 years old, but they’re not normal. They have black eyes; very dry pale skin and they each have one diamond earring on their left ear. That’s not the most significant feature either, their mouths are. 

They look normal on the outside but when they open the flesh of their mouths it is mangled and gory almost as if it has been completely shredded, and they do not speak words, the only noise that comes out their mouth is the sound of tv static.

They do not scare me, and they don’t make me feel nervous, they always seem to warn me that the man is there. They suggest to me, to be quiet, be cautious and avoid being seen by him at all costs. That’s the thing, no other figure makes me scared except the man and everyone seems to be afraid of him.

It is the same thing every time, I have the dream and wake up and my bedroom door will shake a few times before I hear footsteps on the stairs and have the sensation of being watched the entire day. I feel heavy, uneasy, and I usually vomit at least once those days, my ears ring and I feel uncomfortable.

I know he’s around when the dream happens, because it’s been a redundant identical warning dream for almost 14 years now and then he’s there. I always found it odd, since my dad built the house, but then I started doing some research and learned that he built it on land that used to be a pig farm from the 1880’s-1929 and something weird is my dad’s family seems to have a lot of experiences knowing people who killed others & then fed them to pigs.

My Dad’s from a rural area and he grew up on a farm with his 5 siblings. It’s a town where everyone knows everyone and there are no secrets. My mother moved in with him after they married, and my father built the house on what he thought was an overgrown woodland property. It had been a pig farm long before and was eventually abandoned, untouched until they bought the property and built on it.

I had the realization that the house I see in the dream, is the abandoned farmhouse in the bean field directly across the street from me. 

SOMETHING PARANORMAL IN MY ROOM

There have been things happening specifically in my room, and nowhere else in the house. The first thing happened, when I first moved in, I was in a deep sleep, I am an extremely heavy sleeper, and it takes a lot to wake me up and at 4 am on the dot I woke up to someone saying "hey" in my ear.

At first, I thought that maybe I woke up from my dream and I was just hearing things, so I shrugged it off and went back to bed.

The next night at the same time, I woke up again from hearing the same exact thing "hey," but this time there were light taps on my window, so I turned on my light and stayed up not being able to sleep after that.

A couple weeks went by without hearing anything, and I thought that maybe it was just me hearing things again. But again, I woke up at 4:00 am to someone or something, this time saying, "we've spoken before." Now that creeped me out and gave me chills. So, I said, that whatever was there to leave me alone so I could sleep. And right before I passed back out, I heard a couple light knocks on my window again. 

It only progressed from there, my best friend is very intuitive and spiritual, and she came over to sleep at my house. When she entered my room, she instantly got a weird vibe from it and didn't like it. That night after we fell asleep, she woke up around 4:00am and told me that she wouldn't sleep at my house again because of what happened.

She told me "I woke up to something cold and circular on my forehead and then something pushed my head back. It felt like a gun firing at my head." She thought whatever was in my room could have died from a gunshot wound to the head.

After that, I was having terrible nightmares, in some of them I would die, and others I would be getting sexually harassed by strangers that I didn't recognize.

A couple weeks later when my parents went on vacation, my friend came over and helped me sage the house. My room was the only bedroom on the bottom floor of the house, so she saged the house and she stayed over for the week my parents were gone, we didn't sleep in my room though.

Now, there's been a few weird things that have been happening. A couple nights ago I was on FaceTime with my best friend, and while we were talking, I heard a small child say "mom" outside my door. It freaked me out, because right after. my closet door shook lightly.

We didn't sage the closet, so after that took place, I grabbed the sage and cleansed my room and closet again.

I still hear things from time to time, I was watching tv in my room not too long ago, and I heard light whispering or maybe singing, and there were knocks on my walls and windows.

I also let my dog sleep with me at night, and sometimes she will stare at the corners of my room, like when a dog sees a squirrel at a park, she freezes and watches intently.

HOME AGAIN

I am back home for the first time in about 12 years at this point. I still don’t know how to explain it, but it is as though the spirits that scared me as a teenager remember me.

I moved across the country 5 years ago and would come visit my parents sporadically for a few days at a time, and everything would be fine. 

Then I moved in with my parents briefly, when they bought a new house, and I started to have trouble sleeping. I began to see shadow figures around the house at night and then in the day as well. Eventually, they started to follow me to work.

I was working at a high-end dealership in the service department, and I started to see them in the shop.

I freaked out and told my parents who are both physicians, and so I went in for testing to see if I was suffering from some sort of brain issue, whether physical or mental.

The tests came up all clear, everything was negative. I started going to church, got holy water to seal & bless my room and did the whole salt thing with a cross of rice.

My mom gifted me a gold cross and things subsided for a bit. 
I only saw shadows outside my room through the crack in the door by the floor after that. Every night, I woke up between 2:00-4:00a.m.

I started dating someone and moved out. The visits stopped, but every couple of months I would have sleep paralysis and see them outside my window, or I would get super vivid nightmares. I started sleep talking and sitting up randomly too. My ex started to record it and it was eerie. 

Fast forward about 10 years and I moved out of the town, I was living in, and all the visits stopped completely. That was 5 years ago. I flew back to my parents place last week with my current boyfriend and the dreams came back in full force.

My boyfriend said I sat up in bed around 3:00a.m. and started saying “please not there!” then passed out, I usually don’t talk or move in my sleep, I am a heavy sleeper. I started leaving the hallway light on and started seeing the shadows beneath the door space once again. 

They don’t come in my room, and I haven’t seen them around the house, but I feel them. It’s like a playful “we missed you!” thing. No one else sees them. I’m also wondering if it is my grandma who passed away messing around, because it is creepy, but not malevolent. There’s nothing creepy anyone else can see or feel besides the bathroom, the light and fan will turn on randomly.

AT THE LAKE

When I was four or five years old, my grandmother from my father's side took me to a relative's house in the countryside. Where our family reunion was to take place.

It was extremely elegant, an antique structure, with a cobblestone base and tall mahogany walls. I was a child, so everything seemed tall at that time, because it was indeed, taller than me. The house itself was built next to a lake, which was so deep in certain parts, that the water looked like a portal to the void, black, empty expansive space.

I was always excited at the sight of a body of water, and the possibility of being able to play in it, I stared deeply at that lake. Ignoring the scary-looking water, I prepared to go for a swim.

As the rest of my family got ready, I ran towards the lake shore and slowly dipped my foot in the water. To this day, I still remember the way it felt. In contrast to the ever-hot tropical weather, this lake was like a tundra.

It was not the typica cold feeling you get on a chilly winter night. It was the type of cold that one feels when in a state of absolute terror.

The feeling crawled up my legs and spine as I slowly walked into the lake, the water enveloping me. As I walked, further into the water, I could feel the wet, slimy rocks beneath my feet, threatening to betray my step at any moment.

When the water hit me waist deep, I slipped and fell into the water. I was fully submerged, I panicked as water went into my mouth and nose, and quickly opened my eyes under the water to process what had happened. The panic increased as my lungs started to fill with water.

I swallowed what seemed to be a gallon, of lake water, before I felt a hand grab me and firmly pull me up. My grandmother stared back at me with a mix of fright, shock, and relief at the same time.

She scolded me for not waiting for the adults to accompany me. I coughed up water as she carried me out of the lake, and into the house.

We went inside a random room with a bathroom attached and she set me down on the tall sink counter, which was situated right in front of the bathtub. Still scolding me, she told me to stay still and left me all by myself.

I heard her exit the room and close the door. Tears started pouring from my eyes from the shock of almost drowning, and for disappointing my grandmother.

My luck was out when the weight of me leaning forward to wipe my tears and rub my eyes made me fall from the counter. Even at that age, I knew I would be seriously injured. Time slowed down to a crawl as I saw the edge of the bathtub get closer and closer.

My head was an egg about to be cracked open. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact. The smell of fresh lavender suddenly overtook me, like a soft mist.

The feeling of soft satin pressed against me felt comforting. It was the touch of a woman's delicate hands that made my eyes open in surprise.

Her mocha-colored face was detailed beautifully by her wrinkles. Her dark eyes were kind and motherly. She felt cold, but a comfortable kind of cold, like the cool side of a pillow.

We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like a lifetime. I could sense something was wrong with her though. Despite being pressed against her torso, I never felt it rise or fall, I never felt a heartbeat. Despite our faces being so close together, I never felt the gentle air of her exhale.

Now that I think about it, she looked more like a wax figure than a person. The same expression locked on her face even after I said thank you. Slowly, she kneeled and set me down on the floor on my rear. Just as suddenly as she was there, she disappeared. I stayed still on the floor, still looking at the place she was.

When my grandmother came back and saw me on the floor, she freaked out. There was no way I would have been able to hop off the counter without injuring myself in some way.

With a smile, I explained to her what happened. I told her about the nice lady and how she saved me.
I could sense her confusion and watched her purse her lips, getting ready to say something and then pausing. After composing herself for a moment, she said, "There is nobody wearing a purple dress in the house."

Then I learned the reason why we went to the lake house in the first place. A remembrance ceremony.

Among the bouquets of flowers, there was a picture that made me freeze. It was her. She had been dead for 10 years. She drowned in the lake, and her favorite flowers were lavender. They buried her in her favorite purple dress.

GHOST RESTAURANT

I have a short story about something unexplained that my mother experienced when she was a teenager.

This occurred in the early to mid-1980s when my mom, her boyfriend at the time, and her dad visited an Italian restaurant in upstate New York.

Their car had broken down and her father had picked her up. They went into the restaurant, and it was filled with people and there was a man on a piano playing music.

They ordered food, and whenever one of them mentioned wanting something, the waiter would immediately bring it to them, despite him not being near enough to hear them.

Eventually in the middle of them eating, all of them looked up at the same time and realized there was no one in the restaurant, they had already paid so they promptly left.

As they left, they noticed no cars in the parking lot, and it would be impossible for the rest of the restaurant to have left, without them realizing it…

NO ARMS OR LEGS

When I was about 9 years old, I lived in a 1930s built apartment. I had lived there since I was a baby with my mom, dad, and disabled little brother.

My bedroom was down a long corridor that had no windows, so it was always dark. As a child I was always scared of being alone in that corridor and would run the length of it as quickly as possible to get to the front room, because that is where I felt safe.

Around the age of 9 I was getting a lot of pushbacks from my parents to go to bed on my own, because up until this point my dad would lay with me until I fell asleep, and then leave.

About the time I started to go to sleep on my own I started to have reoccurring dreams about waking up in the middle of the night with an old man with no arms and legs hoovering above the bottom of my bed.

I did not tell anyone and instead I would creep into the kitchen with my blanket and pillow and sleep there until the morning. I did this to avoid the old man.

Every morning my parents would find me and tell me off for sleeping in the kitchen, but I refused to speak to anyone about why.

I continued to experience the same nightly encounter with the old man with no arms or legs.

Overtime I started to make out more and more about him and his features. The man was in his 60s, he looked round and plump, his bald head had age spots and moles on it.

He never talked, and always looked at me without ever blinking. After multiple encounters I could see that the man's arms and legs were stumps rounded at the end, as if they had been taken from him a long time ago. One of the strangest things about the whole experience was the musty damp smell, that I would get in my nose when he appeared.

A year and a half of almost nightly encounters started ease gradually over time. It went almost every night, to once a week and then once a month, until it was once every so often with no frequency.

I turned 13 on the day we moved out of the house, and I never had that experience again. Over time the memory faded, until years later, me now 26 and my daughter 2, I went to my mom’s house as I do every Sunday these days.

I got to talking to my mom, about sleepless nights with my daughter, and she recalled the memories of me sleeping on the kitchen floor. I explained that I was having dreams about the old man with no arms and legs at that time.

My mom’s face dropped as I recalled my experiences with the old man. I first thought this look was due to finally understanding her son’s childhood distress, but I was wrong, so very, very wrong.

My mom explained that the previous tenant was in fact an old man who had his arms and legs amputated due to infections from diabetes.

My mom had lived her whole life in the area and seen this man lots of times. From my description, my mom said that I had described him uncannily.

I was horrified, but my mom continued and said that sometimes she would wake up to a musty old smell that she would sometimes smell at night but that it would be gone by the morning.

My mom attributed the smell at the time to drains or some other reasonable explanation. My mom also explained how she would come in my room in the morning to find things moved around, but thought I was just a restless sleeping child playing with toys, or something along those lines.

HAUNTED HOTEL

A little backstory on the situation…. I was the security guard, that my boss would call when he had a job with a high turnover rate. I was always the guy that he could count on to get the job done, no matter what the situation, I was the guy he called when he had nobody else….

I received a call from my boss telling me; that he needed me to go down to this old, abandoned hotel, that there had been a high turnover rate of other security guards, and that he was counting on me to get the job done.

Keep in mind there is no running water, no electricity, no amenities….as I sat at my desk, all I had was a battery powered lamp, my dinner, gun, and a flashlight.

It was my first night on the job, and time for my nightly rounds securing the property. As I was walking through the building, I heard a glass crash against the floor in another room.

I hurried over to investigate, but when I got into the room, all I saw was glass broken on the floor, and a piece of paper on the bar. I picked up the piece of paper and in old, faded writing it said, “Whatever you do, DO NOT look into the mirrors.”

I would not usually be concerned with an old piece of paper, but this was different. I felt different, it spooked me a bit. There was an eerie feeling hanging in the air, as I walked around this place.

I am not going to lie, the next part of my rounds, was a long corridor with mirrors on both sides of the walls. Not directly facing each other but stacked so that as you pass by one mirror, there is now a mirror on the opposite wall facing you. Now I’m not superstitious, but as I walked down the corridor, I made sure not to look directly into any mirrors…

It was strange though, because as I passed by each mirror, I could see me looking back at myself, only my mirror image was not looking in the same direction that I was walking and facing, it was looking straight at me…

Fast forward…a couple weeks later…and this was my last night on the job, I hadn’t even been there two weeks, and I had seen a few things that had unnerved me a bit, but I had experienced enough supernatural experiences in my life, that I wasn’t going to let some spirits spook me out of the job, except this was different.

It was like any other night of my shift, a stillness in the air, I had just taken my break and was ready to do my rounds.

As I started making my way around the perimeter, I heard a loud clank coming from the basement. As I began to descend the stairs to investigate, I could feel the pit of my stomach drop.

I could hear more noises coming from one of the storage closets. Hesitant I pushed onward, slowly approaching the storage door. With an outreached palm I gently grabbed the handle, turning it as slow as possible, careful to not disturb whatever was inside.

As I pulled the door open, the sight was gruesome, disturbing, vile, and I knew this was my last night working here. I drew my gun immediately, and had it pointed at the figures within.

There was a group of 8 people in red hoods, sitting around a pentagram on the floor. My senses were overwhelmed, rotting flesh is all I could smell, as the walls were covered in blood, fresh from the goat they had gutted in the middle of the room.

It was like a butcher had ripped all its insides out letting them spill out as far as they would flow. With my gun pointed at them I yelled at them all to get up and get out.

I wanted nothing to do with this place, I was done. I told them I would not call the cops if they left immediately.

I wanted nothing to do with them, nothing to do with the job, this was all too much for me, and I was afraid they would curse me, so I let them go…..

CREAKY FLOORBOARDS

In my room the floorboards creak so you end up being able to hear everywhere you step. One night I was asleep, and my dog was sleeping in the corner of the room.

As I was sleeping, I felt like I could hear someone walking around the room like the floor was creaking. I stirred awake trying to get my bearings to see if I could confirm, what I thought I heard.

Nothing… then I heard it. The floor was definitely creaking…”creaaak”….”creeeeak”…footstep after footstep as if  someone was walking over to the bed.

I had the chills, goosebumps all over my body, and it changed direction, I heard the floorboards creak away from the bed like someone was walking towards my dog.

My dog is hard of hearing okay, almost deaf and right as the creaking gets to the edge of my dogs bed, it stops, and my dog jumped awake startled, after that my dog walked over to me and slept at the edge of my bed.

I DIED THREE TIMES

I was 9 years old at the time, my friend was 11. We were swimming at the beach with our families.

It was a beautiful day, you know those long summer days, when the water feels warm, yet refreshing at the same time.

We were in the water with our dads, hopping over waves, and swimming about. The waves swept us out to sea. A few hours had passed, before we were found. My friend was found face down, and I was found face up.

We had both technically drowned. He was unresponsive. I was not breathing, no pulse for either of us.

They were able to resuscitate me, three times. Brought me back to life.

Before they brought my pulse back, my point of view had changed. I felt myself hovering above my body & the emergency medical technicians. Watching them as they did compressions on my chest & breathed life back into me.

Suddenly I was looking up at them, until again it happened, I felt myself hovering above my body watching them try to keep me alive, and then again one more time, as they brought me to life a third time.

When it was all said and done, I told the EMT’s that I had seen them saving my life, 3 times.

They said that’s a coincidence because your heart had stopped 3 times…. I never worry about anything, once I experienced this feeling, this everlasting feeling of peace wash over me. It was a feeling that made me realize I would never be afraid of death.

It was such a calming and tranquil experience, that it made me realize all and any of our troubles are washed away, all our thoughts, our worries…truly indescribable.

OPEN HEART SURGERY

My brother had open heart surgery, and while he was in the operating room his heart stopped completely.

He technically died on the operating table for more than a few minutes. While his heart was stopped, the surgeon and nurses did their best to revive him.

They were able to bring him back to life and save him.

He has a memory of the experience, which is strange to think of to begin with, because how can you have a memory, despite being under surgery.

How could you have a memory, when you were not conscious, let alone, when you have no pulse?

He said he felt himself floating over his body and watching the doctors, as his chest cavity was open and that he could see them working to save his life. He could see what they were doing, while they were doing it, until the next thing he remembered was waking up in the hospital bed in the recovery room.

LEGENDS NEVER DIE

*Bang *Bang *Bang, I was shot multiple times. In a car chase, I was speeding, away from these guys when they shot me all throughout my body.

My leg, my knee, multiple times in my chest, I tried driving to the hospital. I knew I was not too far; I grew up here, so I knew where everything was.

As I was driving, I crashed into the side of the road. I was still conscious.

I laid there in the driver seat, doing my best to get up, I opened the door, and tried to get out, but I couldn’t move.

Then the strangest thing happened, suddenly I was in the back seat, of the truck, watching myself in the front seat, just lying there. It was the most peculiar feeling.

I was sitting there, with no control of my body, I could not even feel my body, I was just floating higher and higher watching myself, trying to reach out for it, until I woke up in the hospital...

SECTION III

I have lived so many lives, within my life. Being reborn every day, creating myself into a new version of myself, through the choices I make.

Energy cannot be created or destroyed, but what if the laws of nature were not as clear as we are led to believe?

I had a dream that I was dead. Only It wasn’t a dream.

I was a spirit walking in between this life, and my previous one. It was as though I was being guided through all the memories of each lifetime.

I was shown my most recent lifetime in its entirety. Watching it all pass by quickly, as if I was guided, walked through all these moments of my life.

At first, I thought I was watching all these memories play out, but I soon realized, that I was living through them.

Only time was not moving at the pace we are used too, it was not its normal speed; it was simultaneously faster and slower.

As if watching my entire life as a movie, from my personal point of view.

Whatever was leading me through these moments, gifted me with a knowledge and understanding that each choice we make, makes a difference in the life that we have.

I was shown how there are moments in our lives, where are truly at crossroads, and if we had made a different decision, our life would have been different as well. Free will…

There are infinite realities, based off the choices we make, simultaneously stacked upon one another. Layered.

It is hard to imagine, but it was like standing in a ginormous black expansive space, where you could be standing on water, or floating in nothingness.

Filled entirely of smaller rooms, each one with a memory from that life, only there were no walls to contain them, they were freestanding projections.

These were clear visions from everyone’s life, and you could see yourself in every memory, or you could see the memory from your personal point of view.

The only catch was that any and every room you went in, would cause you to live out the memory.

There were times where I was being walked through these memories and I would see multiple copies of my family members.

An example would be, where I would look in one direction and I would see one part of my friends or family, maybe hanging out in the backyard or at somebody’s house, but then I would look in another direction and I would see some if not all if the same people again in a different area.

Multiple copies of them. Floating through my memories and timelines and appearing in other people’s lives as well.

The strangest part at the time, was how depending on where I stood in the dark expansive space, I could see all the memories that took place in those locations, not just my memories, but all the memories.

The memories of all the people that had been at that spot at any moment in time. The memories were attached to the locations as well as their place in time. It is as though space is tied into the cosmic force of time, where space and time intersect is a memory.

An example would be me participating in the lives of strangers that lived in the home, that I lived in.

All these memories were similar to visions.

I would see other spirits passing by from time to time that would connect with me, and I would help them find their peace in their life by helping them reach the highest version of themself.
The world we are living in, presently, the earth we call home, is a place for all spirits to learn and grow, to move to a “higher dimension,” or plane of reality.

When we see ghosts those are real people. Spirits, that are still floating through this dimension, we get glimpses of them.

I was walking through these memories. These memories of my present life, past life, and future life…all at the same time.

Time is not linear, it is layered.

This is our biggest dream, what we call life on earth. & it was all of our choice to experience what it means to be human.

To experience what it means to go through all the trials and tribulations, the highs and the lows, the broad range of feelings that a person goes through to find joy, peace, and happiness in their life. It appears that each one of us is working through this experience in life until we begin to let go.

Let go of everything we are holding onto, carrying with us from the past, to find out what is meant for us in the present.

I lived my entire life, and then I lived moments, that I have yet to live….I lived all my potential futures. Based on different choices I make today.

This is not a race, yet people continue to rush from point A to point B and forget to recognize that our souls, our spirits are really searching for nothing other than to feel whole.

We think we lack something, so we seek it out. We want to improve our life, productivity, way of being.

Become faster, and stronger, but we forget to slow down. Take the time to process and enjoy what you see in front of you.

Life is a replay. We get Deja Vu, because we’ve been here before and lived this life, multiple times.

It’s the same life, the same set of years where time & space intersect, and Everyone on Earth is in the parameters of “their” time. That is until they reach a higher state of being, and then their path changes.

There is a reality that already exists where everything you want is already yours. Claim it.

It is the elevation of the soul, the elevation of humanity.

We repeat this cycle over and over again, it is why we feel our loved ones reaching out to us from time to time. It is heaven here.

You have to make it that way.

We are beings of a higher consciousness that are beyond our own understanding…no pain, sorrow, happiness, or joy, unphased by the outside world. At Peace.

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 Thank You for Reading.

Reminder

There is never anything to worry about.
You may have trials, hardships, and problems at times.
but that doesn’t have to affect the way you feel.
You are understanding, in the way that you embrace and tackle the challenges you’re faced with. You rise to every occasion and overcome it all.