This is a story I haven't shared with anyone, so refrain from criticism, because there's a picture at the bottom of this post.
I'm an Agnostic, a bit of a religious skeptic, but I'm open minded about the supernatural and ghosts because of the following account.
I was in ranch-style house I lived in, in Florida. I was in the process of moving, all the furniture was gone. I was in my room with my computer, a sleeping bag, a bag of clothes, and a small 15" television with the original Xbox. My parents were in their room. There wasn't a drop of anything else in the house. The only other furniture or objects were with my parents, in their room.
I started hearing drawers being opened and slammed repeatedly in the dining room, on the other side of the wall from my room. I opened the door, and the sounds stopped. Twenty or so minutes later, it began again. I was confused, since the desk that was in the room (that I'm currently on right now), had been taken by the Mayflower moving company back up to Virginia. Eventually, I began hearing footsteps in my room, voices saying my name, and I looked up online for any paranormal boards I could find. Unexplained Mysteries, of course, was the first one that came up, and I joined and made a topic.
Someone told me to get my cat, since they are in tune with the spiritual side of things, and as I went to grab my cat, the fireplace chain was picked up level to my height at the time, directly in front of me, and the sounds continued for several hours. On the advice of several members, I put my headphones on and drowned out the noises and listened to music and watched various videos on Youtube. The next night came around, and I was cleaning the baseboards of the Florida room, which of course had around eight or nine windows. All open. Dark as can be outside. I looked through the window on the left hand side, closest to the door, where you were able to look into the kitchen window above the sink, and saw a white face with black holes where its eyes were supposed to be.
I moved the next day, and my new house, which was three times the size of my old one, brought some interesting experiences. The first several nights in my new house I would wake up and hear a girl screaming. I would tell my parents about it, but they said they wouldn't hear it. I would take up boxes to the attic, leaving the light switch turned on and the door open, and find the door closed and light switch turned off (while home alone). I would see shadows out of my peripherals, feel weight shift at the end of my bed like someone sat down on it and was watching me. Some times I would even hear breathing. One such occasion (I had sliding glass mirror doors that took up half the wall), a passing car illuminated my entire room, and in the mirrors I saw a black figure sitting in my desk chair, turned towards me.
I immediately covered up those mirrors with blankets.
Other than that, I would continue to experience deja-vu, have lucid, seemingly clairvoyant dreams that tied in with my deja-vu, see shadows, see reflections of people in the shiny knobs of the cupboard, or hear the breathing, feel the weight shift, and feel like I was being watched all the time. I would wake up with large, gaping scratches across my body, and eventually began to question my sanity.
Eventually, I moved to a new house a year and a half later, and one evening I turned around from the cupboard and saw the face I had seen in Florida. I just recall staring into the blackness of where its eyes were supposed to be. Its face was less than half an inch from my own, like it was connected by the nose, if that makes any sense. I couldn't discern any details other than pure whiteness where its face was supposed to be, and would frequently refuse to go downstairs at night after that experience. I just recall that blackness, and to this day, it leaves an empty feeling in my stomach.
Eventually, I began dating a girl this past August, discovering many similarities between us. We had the same blanket as children, both our grandmother's had doll rooms, we had identical views and attitudes towards the world, etc. I ironically had a dream about her house, and about her living in a culdesac, never having seen or been near her house, told her about it, and discovered she lived in one. She eventually revealed to me things started happening around her several months later, and that she'd have dreams about a black eyed figure chasing her down.
Eventually she told me she'd hear footsteps, felt watched all the time. Would hear random objects fall around her house; her little brother started telling her about things he was hearing, that were similar in nature to what she experienced. She had three sharp scratches bellow her naval, like a cat scratched her, but she doesn't own a cat, and couldn't explain why they were there (she bites her nails like me, and couldn't have scratched that deep). She would wake up feel like she was being choked, discover marks on her neck, and began hearing an old voice in her head, speaking an unknown language. Eventually, she told me she saw it at her college, standing in the corner of the room.. And this was after she had starting seeing it, waking up from sleeping, standing by her bed in the middle of the night, watching her.
How I know she was telling the truth was that she described what it looked like to me, before I even told her its appearance..
However, a few days ago, on her iPhone, she was taking pictures of the incense smoke in her room that she was about to post on her tumblr, and ran across this picture that I am about to post. And its appearance is exactly that of what I saw in Florida, and what I saw in my kitchen. She sent me this picture several nights ago, and I uploaded it to my e-mail, and downloaded it to attach it to this post.
Edited by Drayno, 20 February 2014 - 05:53 AM.