| Some of you may not believe me and some may know what I went through...this is my story. It happened about 2 years ago in a small coal mining town in Pennsylvania. I had just moved in with my boyfriend at the time and his father (his parents were divorced and his mother lived out of state). We had invited a few friends over and we all were a little bored, so my boyfriends sister decided that it would be fun to play with her Ouija board. I had never played with one and was very skeptical. We had contacted a few "spirits" and I really started to get into it. One of the "spirits" started to get hostile and I decided I'd had enough. I went into the next room to watch T.V. After about an hour, I started to get sleepy so I kissed my boyfriend goodnight and went upstairs to our bedroom. I could still hear them downstairs and they were rather loud so I shut the bedroom door. I had just about fallen asleep when I felt a presence...I knew that my boyfriend was still downstairs and I hadn't heard the door open. I started to sit up when I was forcefully pushed back down. I started to scream but I felt my throat tighten and I was unable to make any sound. My shoulders were being pinned to the bed and I could feel a great pressure on my thighs as if someone was kneeling on them. I started to cry...tears rolling down my cheeks. After what seemed like forever (although the clock showed it to be about 5 minutes from beginning to end) I felt the pressure just dissipate. I started to scream and jumped out of the bed and ran straight to the bathroom...My boyfriend heard me scream and by the time he got upstairs, I was vomiting uncontrollably. He told me later that I was shaking so badly, he thought I was having a seizure. I told him what had happened and he went into the room to investigate. He came back and told me that no one was there and I had been dreaming. (I knew I was wide awake!) I went downstairs and told my best friend, whom I should tell you is very sensitive to ghosts and spirits, and he went upstairs to check it out. He returned ten minutes later and was as white as I was. He told me he had sensed something so evil and malevolent and that he would not recommend my staying in that room...EVER! I moved my stuff into one of the downstairs rooms the next day. I avoided that room as much as possible until we moved out. Last year we had moved out of state to be closer to his mother and I asked her about the house. She wanted to know why I asked and I told her my story...then she told me the same thing had happened to her 15 years earlier. Apparently the house was built in the early 1900's, around 1920 or so I can't remember the exact year. The man who had originally lived there lost his wife and daughter to a car accident on what they call Hell's Hill. He never fully recovered from the shock and people say he went crazy. He was out late one night and stopped a teenage girl on her way home from a friends house. He told her that he had drank a considerably amount of alcohol and couldn't remember how to get to his house. She kindly offered to help and when they arrived at his front door he dragged her inside and upstairs...there he beat her, raped her, and strangled her to death. (they found her body in the river 3 weeks later) He then hung himself in the same room.....the room that I was sleeping in. I have not been back to the house since but I hope that whoever lives there now has not had the same experience. |