I will start by saying that I’m no stranger to paranormal experiences; they happened to me all my life, even as a toddler. Even though I don’t actively seek it out, this kind of stuff just follows me.
When I was a toddler, I apparently loved to meet new people. Anytime a new person was -
But no one was there. Just a new grave, and a recently buried coffin.
Growing up, I don’t really remember ever sleeping by myself until my mid- to late teens.
Except that the blinds were mysteriously open on this night.
I did, however, start sleep-walking and talking in my sleep around this time. Not necessarily -
Interestingly, so do childhood paranormal experiences.
Later on in my pre-teen years, I decided I was old enough that I felt comfortable to start sleeping by myself again. My mom was dubious at first, and kept double-checking with me (“are you SURE???” “yes mom omg”), but eventually I began sleeping alone again.
At first I was very against it, because I had plenty of paranormal experience already tyvm
The marker began to move quickly across the board as soon as my fingers gently touched the surface.
I do remember that it was a full ass intelligent sentence, and Aeesha immediately freaked out and jerked away from the board, claiming I had “hoodoo shit” and we shouldn’t mess with -
Immediately after that night, my friend Lynn started getting mysterious injuries and scratch marks on her skin.
...but then the TV began behaving strangely. Maybe it was a faulty model or bad wiring, who knows; but it would sometimes turn on at night when I wasn’t using it. When I turned it off, sometimes there would be a strange glowing line -
Then I began to see brief glimpses of humanoid shapes reflected on the screen. Sometimes it would turn off all on its own.
And my closet doors began to open by themselves.
I decided the TV was defective. It was an old house with shifting foundation, obviously the closet doors were no longer the right shape, so they’d gently open sometimes or not shut properly.
Even if it meant some insomnia. :)
We bonded over Sailor Moon and became very close, very quickly. I was missing my best friend Lynn after her move, and Krista immediately-
But after my mom drove me there, I didn’t want to take a single step inside their house.
But I convinced myself that this was ridiculous, it’s just a house, I’d been looking forward to visiting so much - so in I went.
I’m sitting there thinking ‘.....what the actual f—?’ and then, directly next to my head, right behind me -
Naturally, young teens that we were, we freaked out & jumped off the bed with strangled gasps.
Needless to say, we didn’t get much sleep that night.
And I never went back there, not even to visit.
After noticing how I wouldn’t use the covered TV in my room, she asked if she could have it.
But, strangely enough... she never had a single problem with it.
Eventually I began to notice a connection.
I don’t know why I agreed. Maybe I’d gotten too relaxed, too complacent. Even though I still slept with a light on & my closet forced shut.
Midway into the second horror movie, odd things started happening. The TV turned off by itself. The sliding doors to the fireplace opened on their own.
Because my best friend was staring at me in pure terror.
She sagged where she sat and heaved a huge sigh of relief, saying “oh thank god, you’re actually awake this time. You’ve been scaring the shit out of me for the last hour.”
Until she called my name, at which time I would slowly blink, then lay back down & close my eyes
At this point I wasn’t sure if I was attracting the paranormal, or somehow channeling it. Either way, I stopped watching horror movies after that!!
But then, it started to become more frequent. Unusually frequent. And very distinctly sounding like a little girl’s voice.
I heared movement, but dismissed it subconsciously as my daughter shifting in her sleep.
Then I heard a giggle, and the closet doors BANGED OPEN.
Just... clothes. Nothing but clothes. There was no one there.
But I do know the voice of the little girl stopped after I told it (her?) to go away.
Maybe it was innocent fun, and there was a little spirit who was simply lonely and reaching out?
I don't know.
I still sleep with at least one lamp on.
I will never, ever, touch an Ouija board ever again. To this day I still feel guilty about what happened to Lynn. It feels like my fault, even though I know it wasn't intentional.
My insomnia is worse, but that's more from too much caffeine, overactive brain, too much to do & not enough time, etc.
I still don't look too closely at TV screens when they're turned off.
The only remaining, unexplained thing to come out of all this is:
I no longer dream.
I used to have long, complex, full-color, full-plot epics that lasted for ages, and I'd remember everything when I woke up.
Now there's just... nothing. Just sleeping, then waking. No memorable dreams.
I think it's a fair trade.