bogie13p
Skilled Investigator
This is something that happened to me when I was a kid living in my grandparents old limestone house. I am first going to give a little back story on the old house...
The house had been built in the late 1800s. My grandparents bought it when they were in their 20s or 30s. My grandma said someone told them Will Rogers used to go to dances in the house a long time ago, so that was kind of interesting. My grandparents had paranormal experiences since they moved into the house. I lived with my grandparents for most of my childhood and I went through a stage where I was completely terrified to be in the house alone. It seemed like the ghost or whatever was in the house picked on me the most. It was a lot of general haunting stuff.. scary noises, a lot of old time-ey radio comming from a closet where there wasnt a radio, things moving, footsteps, feeling of someone with you, things would go missing and then randomly appear where you know you had looked, even the occasional apparition. The majority of the spooky vibe happened upstairs. I always had pet dogs and no matter how sweet or human-needy a dog was, you could not get a dog to stay upstairs with you. My bedroom was upstairs, so a lot of times I was a little more brave in the daytime and would go upstairs and play nintendo or listen to music. Dogs would start to whine and wimper as I would carry them upstairs. If i closed the door, they would scratch at the door and be so frightened they would usually pee a bit.
Anyway, when I was about 10 and because I was so afraid of the house, I almost always slept downstairs with my grandma in her bed or on the couch. I was a bit old for that though and one night decided to be brave and sleep upstairs in my own bed. I actually fell asleep pretty fast. I had been asleep a couple of hours and all of a sudden I woke up out of a dead sleep. For some odd reason a feeling that I can only describe as one of pure terror, fell over me. I was beyond frightened. It felt like something or someone was in the room. I just wanted to get out of there. I bolted downstairs and as I ran into my grandmas room there was a huge crash. This woke up both of my grandparents. By this time I was completely freaked out. The noise had come from upstairs. Holding my Grandpas hand, the three of us walked upstairs. When we got to my bedroom, the huge old ceiling fan had come down and landed on my bed. It brought huge chunks of celing with it. I had not had the fan on, so there was no reason that me sleeping there should have effected it. I hadnt been jumping in bed or anything that would make it come loose. The whole episode was just really weird. It was so odd that I woke up right before it happened. I dont remember a noise or anything waking me up. Everything was completely silent.
Anyway, I just thought it was really weird. I have loads of stories from that house and so does my family. I plan on posting some of the interesting ones in the near future.
The house had been built in the late 1800s. My grandparents bought it when they were in their 20s or 30s. My grandma said someone told them Will Rogers used to go to dances in the house a long time ago, so that was kind of interesting. My grandparents had paranormal experiences since they moved into the house. I lived with my grandparents for most of my childhood and I went through a stage where I was completely terrified to be in the house alone. It seemed like the ghost or whatever was in the house picked on me the most. It was a lot of general haunting stuff.. scary noises, a lot of old time-ey radio comming from a closet where there wasnt a radio, things moving, footsteps, feeling of someone with you, things would go missing and then randomly appear where you know you had looked, even the occasional apparition. The majority of the spooky vibe happened upstairs. I always had pet dogs and no matter how sweet or human-needy a dog was, you could not get a dog to stay upstairs with you. My bedroom was upstairs, so a lot of times I was a little more brave in the daytime and would go upstairs and play nintendo or listen to music. Dogs would start to whine and wimper as I would carry them upstairs. If i closed the door, they would scratch at the door and be so frightened they would usually pee a bit.
Anyway, when I was about 10 and because I was so afraid of the house, I almost always slept downstairs with my grandma in her bed or on the couch. I was a bit old for that though and one night decided to be brave and sleep upstairs in my own bed. I actually fell asleep pretty fast. I had been asleep a couple of hours and all of a sudden I woke up out of a dead sleep. For some odd reason a feeling that I can only describe as one of pure terror, fell over me. I was beyond frightened. It felt like something or someone was in the room. I just wanted to get out of there. I bolted downstairs and as I ran into my grandmas room there was a huge crash. This woke up both of my grandparents. By this time I was completely freaked out. The noise had come from upstairs. Holding my Grandpas hand, the three of us walked upstairs. When we got to my bedroom, the huge old ceiling fan had come down and landed on my bed. It brought huge chunks of celing with it. I had not had the fan on, so there was no reason that me sleeping there should have effected it. I hadnt been jumping in bed or anything that would make it come loose. The whole episode was just really weird. It was so odd that I woke up right before it happened. I dont remember a noise or anything waking me up. Everything was completely silent.
Anyway, I just thought it was really weird. I have loads of stories from that house and so does my family. I plan on posting some of the interesting ones in the near future.