My Little Brother, the struggling shadow on the floor, the heavy dresser.
When I was 4 years old, my mother said I was going to get a little brother, but then one day she stopped talking about it. Things were fairly normal until I was 7 (the sibling would be 3) and I kept seeing a boy around the house. I said something once to my mother, but she dismissed it as my "imaginary friend". Ok so whatever, I continued my childhood watching this boy watch me and he'd even join me and sit next to me when I was lonely, he always called me his sister. I know I saw it and I wasn't just imagining, even though sometimes when other people got too close he'd vanish. He aged correctly, like I did. I asked my mom when I was 10 why I didn't have a sibling, and she told me about her miscarrage(happened in the 8th month). Things got interesting, though, when I was 13 years old...
My father had gotten remarried after going out with golddigging, psychotic girlfriends. (not saying this one was normal, though, she was just the most sane in appearance). My stepmom had a strong dislike for me. Everything that happened was immidiately blamed on me, she always said I was a "bad child" who needed mental help and blah blah blah yak yak moo. I always threataned her right back with "don't touch me, or I'll call the cops. You have no right to hit me and I can send you to jail" when things got serious, it always worked even when my Father wasn't around. (She is a strategic person, always makes sure to talk to me when my Father's not around or to make me talk to my Father about things infront of her)
My stepsister was ok, but that's only because I'd known her since I was 5 (she was a classmate), and I knew that she could see things as well. (In the hallway connecting to the master bedroom, she saw someone laying on the floor and struggling. They looked completely like a shadow. I had seen it as well, and then afterwards 3 friends of mine and 2 of her friends said they saw something similar)
So anyway. Back when I was 11 I started trying to see into the "place beyond" as I called it in secret, and by the time I was 13 I could see and usually hear or sence spirits in the general area at will, and I found out that my brother follows me from my Mothers house to my Fathers house. In a dream, my brother had explained the "shadowed figure in the hallway" as a destructive, pained entity that I shouldn't mess with.
Okay, situation time.
My room was getting a new piece of furniture: a TV stand. It wasn't just a stand though, it was an 8 feet tall, 5 feet wide, 3 feet deep dresser. So we just moved it in (it was EXTREMELY HEAVY. It took my Father, 2 adult male neighbors, and me to move it.... And even that didn't feel safe). My dad tried to shake it and said "wow. It's really sturdy."
We put it against the wall across from my bed. (see the attached file for my bed room layout)
And everynight since we moved into this house and I got this room, I had a dim, yellow cresent moon shaped lamp on when I slept there at night, but I was too tired to care and just went to bed and left it off.
I woke up at who-knows-what time feeling someone slightly smaller than me holding me against the wall, like I'm still laying on my side and my stomach is right on the wall. "Leave the yellow light on" a boy's voice whispered, and then his body faded, like he was pushing me against the wall with his own body, but then it was gone. I relaxed backwards and felt something hard and wooden on the bed. The TV stand/dresser was laying across the room and onto my bed. I felt my way to the lightswitch and saw it. I thought to myself "its so heavy it would have killed me if it landed on me like that" I whispered a thanks to the room and managed to force-balance it back to a standing posistion. I dont remember going back to sleep, but I woke up the next day in the living room.
Later I was visited by my brother when I was alone, and he said that "the other spirit of this house is angry, and if you have no source of light, then he can come in easier"
I remembered that my dad and stepmom always fall asleep infront of a muted TV, there is a dimm light at the end of the hallway, and my stepsister sleeps with MTV channel on low volume. I usually slept with that yellow light, but I left it off that night.
I didn't dare leave it off again until I was told to by my guardian spirit so he could see what was going on and stop it from happening again. He, my brother, and a friend's guardian spirit stopped the shadowy thing from further intruding with such violence.
That is one of my many stories.
Full Version: Lost before birth: Little Brother
QUOTE(Yugure @ Jun 24 2007, 10:06 PM) 
My Little Brother, the struggling shadow on the floor, the heavy dresser.
When I was 4 years old, my mother said I was going to get a little brother, but then one day she stopped talking about it. Things were fairly normal until I was 7 (the sibling would be 3) and I kept seeing a boy around the house. I said something once to my mother, but she dismissed it as my "imaginary friend". Ok so whatever, I continued my childhood watching this boy watch me and he'd even join me and sit next to me when I was lonely, he always called me his sister. I know I saw it and I wasn't just imagining, even though sometimes when other people got too close he'd vanish. He aged correctly, like I did. I asked my mom when I was 10 why I didn't have a sibling, and she told me about her miscarrage(happened in the 8th month). Things got interesting, though, when I was 13 years old...
My father had gotten remarried after going out with golddigging, psychotic girlfriends. (not saying this one was normal, though, she was just the most sane in appearance). My stepmom had a strong dislike for me. Everything that happened was immidiately blamed on me, she always said I was a "bad child" who needed mental help and blah blah blah yak yak moo. I always threataned her right back with "don't touch me, or I'll call the cops. You have no right to hit me and I can send you to jail" when things got serious, it always worked even when my Father wasn't around. (She is a strategic person, always makes sure to talk to me when my Father's not around or to make me talk to my Father about things infront of her)
My stepsister was ok, but that's only because I'd known her since I was 5 (she was a classmate), and I knew that she could see things as well. (In the hallway connecting to the master bedroom, she saw someone laying on the floor and struggling. They looked completely like a shadow. I had seen it as well, and then afterwards 3 friends of mine and 2 of her friends said they saw something similar)
So anyway. Back when I was 11 I started trying to see into the "place beyond" as I called it in secret, and by the time I was 13 I could see and usually hear or sence spirits in the general area at will, and I found out that my brother follows me from my Mothers house to my Fathers house. In a dream, my brother had explained the "shadowed figure in the hallway" as a destructive, pained entity that I shouldn't mess with.
Okay, situation time.
My room was getting a new piece of furniture: a TV stand. It wasn't just a stand though, it was an 8 feet tall, 5 feet wide, 3 feet deep dresser. So we just moved it in (it was EXTREMELY HEAVY. It took my Father, 2 adult male neighbors, and me to move it.... And even that didn't feel safe). My dad tried to shake it and said "wow. It's really sturdy."
We put it against the wall across from my bed. (see the attached file for my bed room layout)
And everynight since we moved into this house and I got this room, I had a dim, yellow cresent moon shaped lamp on when I slept there at night, but I was too tired to care and just went to bed and left it off.
I woke up at who-knows-what time feeling someone slightly smaller than me holding me against the wall, like I'm still laying on my side and my stomach is right on the wall. "Leave the yellow light on" a boy's voice whispered, and then his body faded, like he was pushing me against the wall with his own body, but then it was gone. I relaxed backwards and felt something hard and wooden on the bed. The TV stand/dresser was laying across the room and onto my bed. I felt my way to the lightswitch and saw it. I thought to myself "its so heavy it would have killed me if it landed on me like that" I whispered a thanks to the room and managed to force-balance it back to a standing posistion. I dont remember going back to sleep, but I woke up the next day in the living room.
Later I was visited by my brother when I was alone, and he said that "the other spirit of this house is angry, and if you have no source of light, then he can come in easier"
I remembered that my dad and stepmom always fall asleep infront of a muted TV, there is a dimm light at the end of the hallway, and my stepsister sleeps with MTV channel on low volume. I usually slept with that yellow light, but I left it off that night.
I didn't dare leave it off again until I was told to by my guardian spirit so he could see what was going on and stop it from happening again. He, my brother, and a friend's guardian spirit stopped the shadowy thing from further intruding with such violence.
That is one of my many stories.
When I was 4 years old, my mother said I was going to get a little brother, but then one day she stopped talking about it. Things were fairly normal until I was 7 (the sibling would be 3) and I kept seeing a boy around the house. I said something once to my mother, but she dismissed it as my "imaginary friend". Ok so whatever, I continued my childhood watching this boy watch me and he'd even join me and sit next to me when I was lonely, he always called me his sister. I know I saw it and I wasn't just imagining, even though sometimes when other people got too close he'd vanish. He aged correctly, like I did. I asked my mom when I was 10 why I didn't have a sibling, and she told me about her miscarrage(happened in the 8th month). Things got interesting, though, when I was 13 years old...
My father had gotten remarried after going out with golddigging, psychotic girlfriends. (not saying this one was normal, though, she was just the most sane in appearance). My stepmom had a strong dislike for me. Everything that happened was immidiately blamed on me, she always said I was a "bad child" who needed mental help and blah blah blah yak yak moo. I always threataned her right back with "don't touch me, or I'll call the cops. You have no right to hit me and I can send you to jail" when things got serious, it always worked even when my Father wasn't around. (She is a strategic person, always makes sure to talk to me when my Father's not around or to make me talk to my Father about things infront of her)
My stepsister was ok, but that's only because I'd known her since I was 5 (she was a classmate), and I knew that she could see things as well. (In the hallway connecting to the master bedroom, she saw someone laying on the floor and struggling. They looked completely like a shadow. I had seen it as well, and then afterwards 3 friends of mine and 2 of her friends said they saw something similar)
So anyway. Back when I was 11 I started trying to see into the "place beyond" as I called it in secret, and by the time I was 13 I could see and usually hear or sence spirits in the general area at will, and I found out that my brother follows me from my Mothers house to my Fathers house. In a dream, my brother had explained the "shadowed figure in the hallway" as a destructive, pained entity that I shouldn't mess with.
Okay, situation time.
My room was getting a new piece of furniture: a TV stand. It wasn't just a stand though, it was an 8 feet tall, 5 feet wide, 3 feet deep dresser. So we just moved it in (it was EXTREMELY HEAVY. It took my Father, 2 adult male neighbors, and me to move it.... And even that didn't feel safe). My dad tried to shake it and said "wow. It's really sturdy."
We put it against the wall across from my bed. (see the attached file for my bed room layout)
And everynight since we moved into this house and I got this room, I had a dim, yellow cresent moon shaped lamp on when I slept there at night, but I was too tired to care and just went to bed and left it off.
I woke up at who-knows-what time feeling someone slightly smaller than me holding me against the wall, like I'm still laying on my side and my stomach is right on the wall. "Leave the yellow light on" a boy's voice whispered, and then his body faded, like he was pushing me against the wall with his own body, but then it was gone. I relaxed backwards and felt something hard and wooden on the bed. The TV stand/dresser was laying across the room and onto my bed. I felt my way to the lightswitch and saw it. I thought to myself "its so heavy it would have killed me if it landed on me like that" I whispered a thanks to the room and managed to force-balance it back to a standing posistion. I dont remember going back to sleep, but I woke up the next day in the living room.
Later I was visited by my brother when I was alone, and he said that "the other spirit of this house is angry, and if you have no source of light, then he can come in easier"
I remembered that my dad and stepmom always fall asleep infront of a muted TV, there is a dimm light at the end of the hallway, and my stepsister sleeps with MTV channel on low volume. I usually slept with that yellow light, but I left it off that night.
I didn't dare leave it off again until I was told to by my guardian spirit so he could see what was going on and stop it from happening again. He, my brother, and a friend's guardian spirit stopped the shadowy thing from further intruding with such violence.
That is one of my many stories.
I would love to hear more stories,you seem very gifted. My best friend has a twin sister who died shortly after birth and she says her sister has been visiting her in her dreams since she was 7. I wonder if age 7 is some sort of spiritual growing point. well anyways..you shouldbe careful with those spirits.When my friend was 17 she had to ask her sister to move on because she started to feel exhausted to the point of being sick after her dreams.Be Safe
QUOTE(RiotOnTheStrip @ Jun 24 2007, 03:19 PM)
I would love to hear more stories,you seem very gifted. My best friend has a twin sister who died shortly after birth and she says her sister has been visiting her in her dreams since she was 7. I wonder if age 7 is some sort of spiritual growing point. well anyways..you shouldbe careful with those spirits.When my friend was 17 she had to ask her sister to move on because she started to feel exhausted to the point of being sick after her dreams.Be Safe
Wow. That is an interesting age. It must have been hard for her to say that.
Little brother has his own "agenda" of what to do, so he isn't always around. I think he is currenly being "trained" by my guardian spirit while I'm blind. (man it sucks. I hate polterguists. I can't believe I got fooled so easily!!). I'll be posting that adventure soon. *sigh*
That's not the only time when something got close to killing me ._.; My life is like an action movie, but in a not-so-hollywood way.
Yea it was very hard for her but she fine now and she says that she knows her sister is happy also. I will be looking forward to you posts 
QUOTE(RiotOnTheStrip @ Jun 24 2007, 05:19 PM)
I would love to hear more stories,you seem very gifted. My best friend has a twin sister who died shortly after birth and she says her sister has been visiting her in her dreams since she was 7. I wonder if age 7 is some sort of spiritual growing point. well anyways..you shouldbe careful with those spirits.When my friend was 17 she had to ask her sister to move on because she started to feel exhausted to the point of being sick after her dreams.Be Safe
Well, in Christianity, 7 is God's number. That may have something to do with it.Anyways, Yugure, that was an interesting story. A bit confusing though. Love to hear some more stories.
Nice story.
The bad thing sounds creepy.
The bad thing sounds creepy.
other story posted, and yeah the dark thing is creepy.
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Update... kinda.
Little Brother has been aging as though he were alive- he recently got a growth spurt. o.o I didn't recognize him at first!
He's obsessed with samurai. It's really funny. He calls himself "the undead samurai" even though he and I have no Asian blood in us.
Little Brother has been aging as though he were alive- he recently got a growth spurt. o.o I didn't recognize him at first!
He's obsessed with samurai. It's really funny. He calls himself "the undead samurai" even though he and I have no Asian blood in us.
QUOTE (Yugure @ Mar 23 2008, 12:43 PM)
Update... kinda.
Little Brother has been aging as though he were alive- he recently got a growth spurt. o.o I didn't recognize him at first!
He's obsessed with samurai. It's really funny. He calls himself "the undead samurai" even though he and I have no Asian blood in us.
Little Brother has been aging as though he were alive- he recently got a growth spurt. o.o I didn't recognize him at first!
He's obsessed with samurai. It's really funny. He calls himself "the undead samurai" even though he and I have no Asian blood in us.
This reminded me of a story that I heard about elvis presly, who was a twin.His brother died at birth unfortunatly, and was huanted his whole life by it.he had told some people that his twin was with him his whole life.At least thats what I heard, but I'm not sure if this was true or not.This is a very interesting topic.
how interesting!
they say that twins are connected in many ways... so I would believe it if he really said that somewhere.
they say that twins are connected in many ways... so I would believe it if he really said that somewhere.
That's really cool. Do the ghosts just talk to you like a live person or what? My mom had a miscarriage (not sure how it's spelled) too but it was a lot younger when it died. They couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl yet and it died before I was born. I've never seen it's ghost before though. You've got some excellent skillz! 
QUOTE (irken_dreamer @ Mar 26 2008, 01:47 AM)
That's really cool. Do the ghosts just talk to you like a live person or what? My mom had a miscarriage (not sure how it's spelled) too but it was a lot younger when it died. They couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl yet and it died before I was born. I've never seen it's ghost before though. You've got some excellent skillz!
Well it all depends on what they (the spirits) want.
Kind of like how if you see someone you might drop a letter in their bag, OR chose conversation.
Usually, I wish for them to communicate openly, and my guardians dislike secretive spirits.
I will see them and speak to them usually, unless it's a quick message in-which I receive the exact emotion or thought they want me to have.
This is quite intriguing.
At first I was going to dismiss this at a psychological distress in losing a brother. But then you mentioned a second "spirit" - which I think was your mind's way of expressing it's dislike for the new situation and step mother.
I'd be interested in learning more of your "brother"
At first I was going to dismiss this at a psychological distress in losing a brother. But then you mentioned a second "spirit" - which I think was your mind's way of expressing it's dislike for the new situation and step mother.
I'd be interested in learning more of your "brother"
QUOTE (Rybo5000 @ Mar 28 2008, 06:02 PM)
This is quite intriguing.
At first I was going to dismiss this at a psychological distress in losing a brother. But then you mentioned a second "spirit" - which I think was your mind's way of expressing it's dislike for the new situation and step mother.
I'd be interested in learning more of your "brother"
At first I was going to dismiss this at a psychological distress in losing a brother. But then you mentioned a second "spirit" - which I think was your mind's way of expressing it's dislike for the new situation and step mother.
I'd be interested in learning more of your "brother"
Well, I hadn't even known about him until I was a bit older. He wasn't born, and my Mom didn't talk about it until I was old enough to understand.
about the second spirit- I have no idea.... I guess its possibly a self-created demon, made by her hate for me and my hate for her. I hear self-created cases get pretty scary sometimes.
well what do you want to know? ^^
Oh- he likes playing card games, like go-fish and crazy 8s
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