This story actually happened to me several times when I was living at my parent's house. The house is about 30 years old, two stories, nice neighborhood, no deaths in the home...Well, from what I know of. I was about 26 years old at the time, and going dancing every Saturday night was my way of 'working out.' My fiancee would drop me off at about 2:00 A.M. after dancing, and by that time my parents were already asleep. I've always felt rather uncomfortable being the last one to go to sleep, as if I weren't the only one awake. One Saturday, after coming home from the club, I had a very eerie feeling, as if I were being watched. I thought to myself, 'it's just not logical. If I don't see anything, hear anything, or literally feel anything, than it doesn't exist.' But why do I feel the way I do? I decided, to get ready for bed and ignore my parenoia. As I was taking my makeup off in the bathroom, I felt a tug on my pajama top. I stood there for a moment and thought,'Oh, I probably got my PJ's stuck on the cabinet here.' Whatever excuse I could make, I did it. Then I started to wash my face. By that time, I was a little bit more relaxed and tried not to think about what just happened. I guess one could say that I was in denial at the time. Then, as I stepped over to the towel on the towel rack to dry my face, I felt a tug on my PJ top again. This time the tug was harder. I thought to myself,'It's late. I must be half asleep.' I went to bed, of course praying a lot first, then kept the stereo on in my bedroom so that I wouldn't hear anything while I was trying to sleep. Thank God nothing else happened THAT NIGHT. BUT the incident repeated itself again the following weekend, except this time, I SAW my shirt get tugged. I had asked my parents if we knew about the history of the house, but they didn't know. And I could've done some research on it, but I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!!!! So as you can see, my solution was to just move out! Since then, none of the incidents have occurred. But this wasn't all that had happened to be before.....There was the time when I was 6 years old, playing at the bottom of the staircase in my parent's house..... I was 6 years old, playing Barbies at the bottom of the staircase. My mother was cooking something in the kitchen, and I was using the kitchen lighting as my only light source. Then, I heard the stair creak. I looked up and saw someone standing at the top of the staircase, and I went back to playing with my dolls. Then I looked up again to see if it was gone, and it still stood there, watching me. Staring as if it were studying me. At the time, I wasn't afraid because I thought that it was my brothers or sister playing a trick on me. I yelled their names, and got no response. I yelled for my mother in the kitchen, and asked her if my brothers and sister was home. She said that no one was home except her and I. I began to worry as I started to stare back at it. It was wearing a hooded cape, it was all black, and I couldn't see its face. Finally, I realized that I wasn't dealing with a sibling joker. I started thinking,'How can it be that it's all dressed in black, yet I can see the outline of it so clearly?' There was this greenish/white glow behind it. I remember screaming for my mother who was only in the next room, and seeing her horrified at what was on top of the stairway, but that's all I remember. I must have fainted or gone into shock. 'Til this day, I'll never forget what I saw in that house. Never. BTW, I wasn't the only one who has experienced hauntings in that house. My mother had the house blessed about 3 times, and the hauntings still occurr every once in a while. How it changed my life:I used to be afraid of horror movies, and 'the unknown.' Now I just wonder why they exist and don't 'move on.' It'll always be a mystery. Also, I've heard that my family (mother's side) has a gift for perceiving things.
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