Fear Talk 2: I ain’t Afraid of no Ghost! ... Um Wait!

So this is something that’s hard for me to write about because it is kind of creepy.  But you gotta do what you gotta do. Anyways I wonder how many people actually believe in the paranormal stuff.  I was always scared but I never really believed it until it started happening to me.  I could go into full detail about everything I have experience, but it will probably be SUPER long and some people will probably get bored reading such a long post.  I could always write a couple different short posts in detail about this topic later.

But for now I’ll just write about how it all started.  I have no idea how old I was I just remember that it was the summer after 7th grade.  My parents just bought this big house with a really big backyard and I loved it! Until I was left home alone because my parents went back to the old house to pick up more stuff and needed more room in the car.  I guess its true kids have wild imagination because I got spooked I kept seeing shadows coming down the stairs at the corner of my eye and I literally sat outside in the backyard till my parents came back.

After that I never thought much about it, everything was normal until I was left home alone again.  I can’t tell you much of why I was home alone I have no idea where everyone was. All I remember is sitting at the computer area which is a little space by the top of the stairs, I hear my grandma door slam shut and a big gust of wind comes around the corner under my legs and into my face as if I was sitting in front of a fan on high, that’s how strong the wind was.  At first I didn’t freak out I figured it’s just the wind so I go and check my grandma’s room and guess what... THE WINDOW WAS CLOSED! So I start to freak out a little bit but tried to remain calm turned off everything and just went to my room.

This was just the beginning it got worse until it got better my grandma always told me to show no fear and be strong, but sometimes when its things unseen it gets pretty scary.  I have so many more stories I could go on for hours writing from beds plus other things being shake in my room, to sleep paralyze, scratches and seeing figures.  It’s a whole lot of craziness.