never made it to a computer yesterday!! Sick kid, traveling for doc
My freshman year of college
my dorm roommate was a practicing something or rather. She said Wiccan
(but from what I have learned of Wiccan since then, I don't think so Sorry, I
don't know exactly how to put it.) This was the least of the issues with
her (um, smelly nypho). Anyways, she had a cape, burned incense, and
told me often that she cast spells on her professors.
My mom gave me a little cross when I came home one weekend. Put the
cross on my shelf next to my alarm clock, and set the alarm clock for 7:35
(naturally--- you know, an 8 am class). Woke up at 3:41 am (or
something of the like) to it going off. Turned it off. 6 minutes
later, it went off again, this time waking up my alarm clock. She noted
that I had set my alarm for 7:35, and I confirmed that to her. She
thought maybe I had accidentally hit snooze the previous time. Nope, the
snooze was for 9 minutes. We went back to sleep and about 13 minutes
later it happened again. Double checked alarm time, still 7:35.
What the heck? Back to sleep, about 7 minutes later went off
again. Unplugged the damn thing.
Next time, same thing. Different times, different intervals--- but none
being the snooze time or the time my alarm was set for.
3rd night--- same freaking thing. By this point, I am thinking my
alarm clock is losing it. Talking with my friends that night, we joke
around about the cross my mom gave me. Gave the cross to my friend to
put in her room. Alarm didn't go off that night.
Brought the cross back the next night and the alarm went off. I
removed the cross and it never happened again!
The country club here in town is well known for having unusual, unexplained
activity. The summer after I graduated from college, I tended bar there,
and would have to often open or close alone. One morning I got
there to open, went about my business, grabbed stocked, turned on all the
lights, and went to turn on the fryers/grills, and set out liquor.
Went back to grab more stock, and all the light switches were off. Mind
you, I am the only person here (locked the door behind me), and there were
about 20 light switches to turn on. I had only been gone for a minute or
two. They switches were off--- not like when a breaker flips and the
switches are still up. They were off.
Turned them all back on, double checked the doors, parking lot (no cars).
Whatever. No one there. (I
am now typing intoxicated….lolololololol.
Glad I am not in the 2ww!)
Turned all light switches on.
Went back to go do more stuff around the bar and grill for a few
minutes, and then headed back to do grab more stock. All the darn lights were off other than in
the bar/grill area I was at. Again, the
door were locked, and no other cars were in the parking lot. Hmm.
Wash, rinse, repeat. Freaked
out by the THIRD time it happened!!
Called my supervisor, and asked ghost “xyz” (I don’t remember the name)
to leave me alone, and let me open for the day. No other problems occurred.
Third (and last time that has happened to me) unexplained experience. My exH and I bought a gorgeous 1920’s three
and half story house, and worked to renovate the already halfway finished attic
to a livable place.. It was already done
but they had to plaster and lathe to put in drywall. Found a few weird things—nothing extremely
sketchy—coke bottles, couple of empty picture frames, and empty notebook
paper. Few months went by and my
younger sister moved in to live there while she went to the local university.
She called me once asking me if there was a reason why I placed the box of
(her) shoes behind the bedroom door.
----------(The attic had a stair case that led into an ‘entry’ room, and
then the entry room led into a bedroom that had a door (opening to entry room)
to it. Door hinges opened toward entry
room/stair case, so my sister had to push out of bedroom door. We had giggled
at the time we bought it about the
numerous locks that were on the outside of the attic bedroom door ) ----- I told her that I didn’t do that,
and she asked why my exH (at time H) did
that. I just assumed that he didn’t do
that as he worked nights and was still sleeping when DS and I left for
day. Sister went on to tell me that
she had to push extremely hard against the door to get herself out of her
bedroom in the attic, and when she did she found the box of shoes against her
door. She remarked that she didn’t think
the weight of the box was = to the pressure she had to exert. They were her shoes after all in the box…. Talked to my exH after that and he reassured
me that he didn’t do that. Hmph. Weird.
Few other things happened here and there--
Cabinets, lights, faucets, cold spells, etc.
Around that time I started having the bathroom above the kitchen start leaking
into the kitchen. I had to (my exH had
left at this point) cut out a portion of my ceiling to replace with new drywall
after having plumbers (supposedly) fix the issue. I continued to have issues with this spot
until I sold the house.
Became friends with a coworker, and then she realized where I lived. She grew up with a friend in high school that
lived in the house--- would have been during the mid 1990s. They had several
unnatural experiences---- people being pushed down the attic stairs, and then
one time there was a fire in the kitchen while they were gone that the only
reason was put out was by the overflowing bathtub that was right up above. Eh, weird.
NBD. (again, mid 1990s)
Went to put the house on the market with a realtor (who went on to become a
good friend), and when the realtor walked in she realized he had shown this
house about 3 years prior. (house had
sold; couple lived there for 1.5 years—divorcedà
foreclosure; then we had bought it)
asked me if I knew the history of the house.
I didn’t. She told me that there
was a family that lived there in the 1930s that had a developmentally
challenged child, and during that era it was normal to have them kept away----
like in an attic. She didn’t know all
of this until she was first showing the house and a woman stated she felt she
had been shoved down the attic stairs; then she showed it to another person who
unexpectedly felt a presence in the attic.
After that she did research and discovered the history of the house
(which I have seen as well) and confirmed
by the neighbors that had resided there for 55 years. Also told me that during the 50s (or was it
60s…. I don’t remember) the kitchen had caught fire and was put out by the developmentally
delayed child. Um, sound familiar to what
my coworker said about her high school friend?
Weird….. After my realtor told
me that my water leak in my kitchen showed back up. None of the three plumbers in town could fix
it. I kept trying t have it fixed bc my
house was on the market……….
I was telling my neighbor about all of this--- the one who had lived there 55
years—and he himself had said that he had noticed “unusual” things with the
attic lights. I pressed him more on
that, but he would never expand on it, just saying that “what is done is done.”
feel like there was more with this house, but I can’t remember…..
I don’t know if it is actually anything.
I really am not one to believe in paranormal activity, but these are
things that made me at least consider it.
Sorry it took me so long! Hectic week!!