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The events written of below are true. That is to say, I am writing of things which actually occurred to myself (and to a lesser extent to my family members). My hope is to recreate the events as accurately as possible. I am not a dishonest person, so you are guaranteed no exaggerations. My main purpose here is to share personal supernatural experiences since very early childhood to the present day. I hope you enjoy them! |
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It All Began In a House |
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For myself, it all did begin in a particular house. My family and I have since moved from that home, but only five minutes away so that I can still drive by it now and again. We left it almost eighteen years ago, yet the memory of growing up in such a strange atmosphere has not left me. As a child it was seemingly commonplace to feel uncomfortable in one's bedroom, to feel drafts, to see objects move or have them be misplaced without explanation. It was certainly not uncommon to feel yourself being watched in what seemed an empty room, or see creatures or spirits. I have no idea what started these manifestations. My family had lived there a few years before I was born without any trouble. Perhaps the presence of a baby (me), influenced the environment enough to change the dynamics of the home? (who knows?) We lived in an ordinary and modern semi-detached home. It was one of those neighborhoods constructed quickly and efficiently in the early 1960's to the mid 1970's (check out a picture of the backyard, the house was quite ordinary.) As far as I understand, there were no other houses built before ours on that land. However, it could of easily been owned originally as farming land or could have been used by Native Americans, since our area in Quebec (Canada) is a perfect one for past settlement. In any case, the outside image of a quaint home in the middle of suburbia did not match the truth. Things were quite different indeed. |
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Poltergeist Activity |
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Poltergeist (which means "Noisy Ghost" in German) activity in the home was quite common. In my bedroom, I always had stuffed toys or dolls rearranging themselves on my shelves (overnight!). Often my television used to turn on and off by itself (an old t.v with the turn switch). A child's rocking chair that was set in a corner, used to move without any visible reason. Sometimes, my curtains used to flutter when the windows were closed. A change in temperature could occur and/or an acrid smell could suddenly sweep the room. These manifestations usually happened at night when I was trying to sleep. Going to sleep was almost the only time I spent in my room, and it was considered a task for me. Sleeping meant being alone in my room, and this was a frightening prospect. Often, I would stay in "safer" areas of the house ie; the livingroom. Then again, I also chose to stay with or around people to feel more comfortable. My sister and I used to sleep in her big double bed because although it wasn't discussed we both knew we were afraid of "something".
Supernatural manifestations were not exclusively experienced by one person at a time only. My mother and sister once heard a cabinet in the dining room literally go crazy. The drawers of the cabinet banged, opening and closing loudly. My mother knew it could be no one else in the house. I believe I was somewhere else in the house, and my mother and sister were the only ones upstairs. My father must of been working since I believe it occured during the daytime. Another example of a multiple witness occurence was when my sister and I were colouring in her bedroom. For some odd reason we were colouring standing up, beside one another, on her large bureau, facing away from her large bed and both talking as children do. Then for a short time we fell silent. Without speaking both she and I suddenly turned around in unison. To our surprise a black crayon flew from her bookshelf, across her bed to the dresser across from it! It flew in midair and landed with a bang on the other dresser. Strangely as young as I was (six years old approx) I said to my sister, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She shook her head and said "uhuh"...thats when we ran upstairs to our parents. We never told them of course since children often keep such things to themselves. Perhaps, we did not want to be told we were imagining things or that we shouldn't make up stories. Although in retrospect my parents would of exactly understood what we meant. Both parties (children and parents) were keeping the events between themselves. Each of us had our reasons. Mostly I think we wanted to keep on trying to live a normal life. This certainly was difficult. Conditions were anything but normal. |
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Please continue reading my stories... |
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Story Pages: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 |
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