Dungeon_Shade

I just thought that I would share these with you, as they are entertaining/weird. And they are all true, despite how unreal most of these experiances are.

For some reason, I have the ability to sence "spirits". I am not a religious person, but I have seen too much to discount the "spirit" world. Sometimes, I can feel their presence, and even "see" these things. Usually they are evil demon like creatures.

Most of the time, I just "feel" where one of these spirit things are, and most of the time, it's just a gut level feeling. I get creeped out, etc.

The first time I experienced this was when I moved to my house where i grew up. I always got that something looking at you feeling while I crossed my street. It always made me run across it, and I felt really stupid doing it, wondering what people thought of me as I did it. I would panic.

I found out, that the exact spot I got creeped out at, a kid commited suicide. He was depressed, and blew off his head with a shotgun in the middle of the street. I also got this feeling in my houses laundry room.

I have had olot of experiences like that, but most of them are boring, and similar to that incident. Now I will get to the creepy stuff.

My best friend, at the time, had a poltergeist in his house. It was a noise ghost, and it would run up and down stairs, hit walls, and make nail on a door sounds. My friend told me a story about this ghost.

He said that one night, he heard a really loud thump, going up his stairs. He knew about this ghost, so he didn't do anything about it. Then he heard computer keys clicking in his house. He thought that someone was in his house, typing on his computer. My friend went up-stairs, slowly, with something in his hand, incase he had to defend himself. He saw the glow of his computer on the wall next to him. As he walked up the stairs, the clicking sounds got louder. Once he got upstairs, he looked where his computer was, and saw nothing. The glow dissapeared. then he hear footsteps behind him. He followed them, but couldn't see anyone. He followed the footsteps to a bookcase that held his bibles, and other religious texts. There were tearing sounds, right where the bible was. Nothing was moving. This went on for a few minutes, and he was freaking the shit out. He got his parents, they came down, heard the noise, and left the house.

The next day, they had an exorcism performed, to get rid of the demon.

They assumed that they succeeded, since the noises stopped.

A few days later, I spent the night at his house. The kid's room is in the basement, where the spirit resided. I woke up in the middle of the night, because of the cold, and his dog started barking at me. The dog was literally freaking out. It was growling, etc. I thought the dog was going to attack me, so I sat up. I noticed the dog wasn't barking at me, but behind me.

Right beside me was a formless shadow. I looked at it for a few seconds, terrified to move, thinking it might be some stranger.

Then my friend started muttering. He thrashed around in his bed, and started talking. It was a different language, and I had no idea what he was saying.

He stopped talking, and the shadow dissapeared, and the dog stopped barking.

After that, the kid had weird mood swings, and suffered from constant headaches. I stopped hanging around him because he became violent. His senior year, he dated every single girl I had ever had a crush on, and his liver failed. He was in a coma for a while, and the doctors never found out the cause of the problem.

He got better, eventually, but continued with his mood swings. I found out a few weeks ago that he is now in the hospital, in critical condtion, and he is having a liver transplant.

I think he may have been "posessed", but I think I would make an ass of myself if I told his parents or his doctors.

My other story is even weirder.

My Sophomore year in High-school, on Christmas Eve, I had a house fire.

The firemen were unable to locate the source of the fire, but they could tell that most of the flame came from the vents. My entire family was gone, doing last minute Christmas shopping. I found out the news while I was an hour away from my house, and that some of all of our birds had died, and that our cats had lived. I was furious. My sister told me that she had a dream about the fire the night before.

I finally got home, and surveyed the damage. Everything was ruined. The walls were all black, and you could see on the wall where the ash had fallen irregularly from the birds flapping their wings to escape their cage. What really weirded me out about the whole thing was above one of the vents was a heart, very black. It looked as though someone took a black crayon and drew it on the wall. We thought it was an arson, but a few weeks later, as we were cleaning up the fire stains on the wall, the heart would NOT come off. We tried to remove it with a chisle, but it showed up, no matter how far into the wall we cut.

About a month into remodling, I went downstairs, which was untouched by the fire. The only damage down there was from where the water from the firefighter's hoses had leaked through the floor. I got a VERY intense feeling of fear, and I had no idea why. I went upstairs, and as i was on the steps, I felt something touch my back. It freaked the shit out of me.

I got back to the car, and went to the apartment that my family was staying at. I fainted.

This sounds cheesy, but as I was out, I had a vision of a three year old child.
It was in my laundry room, and I saw it being murdered, it's remains put into the vent. It is a fire-heat vent, and the baby was cremated. Then I saw my house burst into flames. As this happened, a "camera" went through my vents, to where the fire started. I saw a hear burn itself into the wall, exactly where we saw it the night of the fire. Then I felt a sence of sereneness, and woke up.

I immediately told my parents, thinking it was a dream. It scared me, yet I felt comforted. My dad told me that some kind of spirit was in the laundry room, and that he and his church had "secluded" it to that area. He had no idea what caused this spirit.

A few days later, my mom remembered that we had our vents cleaned, two weeks before the fire, and that the cleaners got two vacuum cleaner bags full of ash. The cleaners said that the ash should have given us carbon monoxide poisoning, there was so much of it.

Now, when I go into that area, I no longer get creeped out.

Across our alley, a neighbor said to my dad (since he works with the church) that her three year old grandson sees something in their basement laundry room. He told her that he says it is a gentle spirit with burn marks on it.

Freaky, eh?

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