Oh wow........this place is one of the places that I had most of my experiences. This should be fun......I don't even know where to start with this one.
Some of the very first things I remember was scratching, footsteps, talking, whispering, laughter, knocking within the walls. Not knocking on or behind the walls, but within. There were blood stains on the kitchen floor, upstairs hallway (it was a townhouse), bathroom, and in my mom's bedroom. In the kitchen there was a metal sheet behind the stove in case there was a fire, it had bullet indentions. The neighborhood wasn't a good neighborhood to begin with. Alot of street and gang violence, drugs, prostitution, and etc. The complex was apart of Section 8 housing. No more than five or six blocks away was the house we lived in on 15th and Byers. I was in fifth grade and attended my old school at Shidler (shy'd-ler) Elementary School.
The first things that happened to me were things in my room being rearranged. I could be home and set something on my dresser to come back a minute later to find it on my shelf. I heard maniacal laughter coming from my closet,also whispering, and talking. Scratching coming from inside my closet. My bedroom and my mom's shared a wall, at night time it would sound like and feel like static electricity emanating from this wall. My mom slept in the living room because her room echoed alot of the traffic outside. It got to the point that I slept in the living room too because of the noises in my room.
My mom became friends with this woman named Gloria who would sell her things. The activity in my room began to increase after my mom bought an old television set from her. The t.v. was put in my room. It was old and square with a wooden frame. You could tell it was something used in a hotel. My mom then bought a bedframe with a matching shelf, and wall shelf from her. I would hear banging coming from the television and weird sounds coming from it. My mom got rid of it and bought me a new t.v.
A couple of months after my mom bought the bedset my mom decided to try and sleep in her room again. My little brother slept in bed with her. At three o'clock in the morning my door opened and my bedroom light turned on, I heard someone say my name, it sounded JUST like my mom, "Destiny wake up. Wake up Destiny." I kept refusing to get up asking for five more minutes. When I felt my blanket being tugged, I kept pulling back. Suddenly it was ripped off of me and thrown across the room. I woke up and no one was there, but my bedroom door was open. I still thought it was my mom, so I started getting ready for school. My mom wakes up and asks what I'm doing and for me to go back to bed. An hour later I wake up to a woman in my dooryway her head was crooked like she was hanging, her feet were off the ground. She was completely white from her appearance to her clothes. She was smiling though.
One night I awoke to the feeling of someone getting in bed with me. My bedcovers getting yanked off continued. I had things being thrown, I had a can of bedhead hair texturizer thrown so hard that it exploded. My cats hated being in that room. I felt like I was constantly being followed in the apartment. I had something try to push me down the stairs and even pull my hair. I had the bathroom lights turned off on me and the light switch was in the off position. I started hearing the sound of marbles on my floor.
One time I was taking a bath and out of the corner of my eyes saw these two demonic looking things on either side of the sink. They were a little taller than me. Their backs were to eachother, but heads were facing me. They were skeletal and bone white. They had horns with a crown of thorns around them. They were also illuminated looking, they had a glow to them. I laid down in the tub acting like I didn't see them. Until they finally went away.
A few days after that I watched a Bible being scooted off my shelf and onto the floor. That was when I decided to do something. I put a bible in my closet, under my bed, and on top of my bed. I turned the t.v. to the Jesus Channel, and my radio to a Christian network. I read Bible passages and prayed after about twenty minutes I heard a groan and my blinds shot up and my window opened. Nothing happened after that until.....
We went to a family reunion in Arkansas. While we were there we went to the cemetery where my grandpa is buried. There was a freshly dug grave in the back, for some reason, I was just pulled to it. I walked around and looked at it. The cemetery is on a mountain top and the ground is already soft. But it had rained and the mud was like super glue. I walked away from the grave and got stuck in the mud. I felt something touch my shoulder and that gave me the energy to break free, and speed walk away. When we came home I felt like something was following me. It didn't feel malevolent like before. It felt curious, but it was still just unnerving. I finally said, "If you leave me alone. Everytime I go to that cemetery I will visit you." Suddenly it just stopped.
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Saturday, May 5, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
MY FIRST STEPS INTO THE PARANORMAL
I am going to try and do my best in recounting my own personal experiences. Starting from when I was a small child up until the present. I was born and raised in Oklahoma. I still currently reside here. I will post each story individually so that it is easier to read.
I grew up with my mother telling me her personal experiences along with her reading me stories and watching television programming with her. I remember her telling me stories that my grandfather told her and ones that he had accumalated from his life in Arkansas. As well as those he gathered from the Ozark area. I never met my grandfather, but from what I hear he always had something to say and was quite the comedian. My grandfather sung and played guitar. He is buried on a mountain top in Arkansas where one of my experiences happened.
The very first experiences I ever had was in a house that my paternal grandmother had owned and my dad grew up in. My dad's father who adopted him went missing before they found his body in a truck beside a rail road track. He had been shot. His murder is still unsolved. The house was a one bedroom with a den, living room, dining room, kitchen with a wrap-a-round island, pantry/laundry room, and bathroom. This house is off of 15th&Byers in Oklahoma City. I slept in my parents bed since it was a one bedroom. I was about four years old. Like every other kid I had a vast imagination, but NOT an over active one. I remember sleeping in bed and waking up to the drawers in the kitchen opening and the clinking of silverware. Since the bedroom was off of the kitchen to the left. But you had a clear shot of the fridge from where I slept. After things being messed with in the drawers, you would hear the small cups on my mom's teacup tree clinking together. They would stop and then you would hear silence. After a minute the fridge door would open and stand open before slowly closing. This happened every single night and in the same pattern. First you would hear the drawers opening, then the clinking of the silverware, then the clacking of the teacups on the metal tree, silence, and the fridge opening and closing. Sometimes we would wake up to the fridge door standing wide open. My mom finally got to looking and there was no reason it should have done that.
Not long after that my mom got the Beetle Juice doll with the pullstring from the Tim Burton movie 'Beetle Juice'. She was so proud of it that she hung it on the wall of the steps to the kitchen. When you first walked in the house you entered the den, to the right was the living room. My grandma said that the den was used as a wake parlor. The den was my playroom since I didn't have my own room. In the den there was a window from the bedroom over looking the room, it had wooden posts in the window. My grandmother told me it was used to view the body in the den. When I would play in there after my mom got the doll. I would see its shadow behind the curtain of the den/bedroom window. It would send me into a tizzy. My mom spent most of her time in the bedroom making hand made greeting cards. She would constantly assure me that Beetle Juice was not standing in the bedroom window and show me that he was still hanging on the wall. This did not soothe me. Because I knew what I saw. I saw the shadow on a regular basis.
Also in the bathroom it did not matter what time of day it was or time of night. My mom and I would sit in the bathroom and watch orbs of almost any color and size go from the pantry/laundry room (to the right of the bathroom) and into the bathroom and behind the wall of the toilet. I refused to go in their alone. I would frequently wet the bed because I was too terrified to go in there alone.
When I was older my mom told me that when my dad was growing up. A female cousin of his stayed the night and slept in the den. When they went in there the sheet she had been sleeping with was wrapped and knotted around her neck. I asked my grandmother about this and she said that the female cousin had been a suspect in my grandfather's murder.
Years after we moved out of the house my dad's sister rented it from my grandma. My dad's side of the family is mainly Native American and Hispanic. My aunt and three female cousins lived there. My aunt said she would hear my grandpa whispering angrily next to her bed or in the bedroom closet. That on many occasions the drawers would pull themselves out in the kitchen and dump themselves on the floor. One time this happened to my cousins. They watched it come out and turn upside down. Then drop to the floor. One day my aunt talked to my uncle about doing a smudging. They went outside on the front porch to talk about it. A few minutes later they heard a commotion and went inside the house was a wreck. Which only made them want to do a smudging more. When they did the smudging everyone heard my grandfather shout, "I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE" after continuing the smudging, near the end they heard him say, "I see a light". After that there was no more activity.
SIDENOTE: In this house I also saw a lady standing in the living room doorway that my mom dreamed about, we saw her at the same time. Also saw an indention in my mom's hand where a chunk of it was taken out. She still has the scar.
I grew up with my mother telling me her personal experiences along with her reading me stories and watching television programming with her. I remember her telling me stories that my grandfather told her and ones that he had accumalated from his life in Arkansas. As well as those he gathered from the Ozark area. I never met my grandfather, but from what I hear he always had something to say and was quite the comedian. My grandfather sung and played guitar. He is buried on a mountain top in Arkansas where one of my experiences happened.
The very first experiences I ever had was in a house that my paternal grandmother had owned and my dad grew up in. My dad's father who adopted him went missing before they found his body in a truck beside a rail road track. He had been shot. His murder is still unsolved. The house was a one bedroom with a den, living room, dining room, kitchen with a wrap-a-round island, pantry/laundry room, and bathroom. This house is off of 15th&Byers in Oklahoma City. I slept in my parents bed since it was a one bedroom. I was about four years old. Like every other kid I had a vast imagination, but NOT an over active one. I remember sleeping in bed and waking up to the drawers in the kitchen opening and the clinking of silverware. Since the bedroom was off of the kitchen to the left. But you had a clear shot of the fridge from where I slept. After things being messed with in the drawers, you would hear the small cups on my mom's teacup tree clinking together. They would stop and then you would hear silence. After a minute the fridge door would open and stand open before slowly closing. This happened every single night and in the same pattern. First you would hear the drawers opening, then the clinking of the silverware, then the clacking of the teacups on the metal tree, silence, and the fridge opening and closing. Sometimes we would wake up to the fridge door standing wide open. My mom finally got to looking and there was no reason it should have done that.
Not long after that my mom got the Beetle Juice doll with the pullstring from the Tim Burton movie 'Beetle Juice'. She was so proud of it that she hung it on the wall of the steps to the kitchen. When you first walked in the house you entered the den, to the right was the living room. My grandma said that the den was used as a wake parlor. The den was my playroom since I didn't have my own room. In the den there was a window from the bedroom over looking the room, it had wooden posts in the window. My grandmother told me it was used to view the body in the den. When I would play in there after my mom got the doll. I would see its shadow behind the curtain of the den/bedroom window. It would send me into a tizzy. My mom spent most of her time in the bedroom making hand made greeting cards. She would constantly assure me that Beetle Juice was not standing in the bedroom window and show me that he was still hanging on the wall. This did not soothe me. Because I knew what I saw. I saw the shadow on a regular basis.
Also in the bathroom it did not matter what time of day it was or time of night. My mom and I would sit in the bathroom and watch orbs of almost any color and size go from the pantry/laundry room (to the right of the bathroom) and into the bathroom and behind the wall of the toilet. I refused to go in their alone. I would frequently wet the bed because I was too terrified to go in there alone.
When I was older my mom told me that when my dad was growing up. A female cousin of his stayed the night and slept in the den. When they went in there the sheet she had been sleeping with was wrapped and knotted around her neck. I asked my grandmother about this and she said that the female cousin had been a suspect in my grandfather's murder.
Years after we moved out of the house my dad's sister rented it from my grandma. My dad's side of the family is mainly Native American and Hispanic. My aunt and three female cousins lived there. My aunt said she would hear my grandpa whispering angrily next to her bed or in the bedroom closet. That on many occasions the drawers would pull themselves out in the kitchen and dump themselves on the floor. One time this happened to my cousins. They watched it come out and turn upside down. Then drop to the floor. One day my aunt talked to my uncle about doing a smudging. They went outside on the front porch to talk about it. A few minutes later they heard a commotion and went inside the house was a wreck. Which only made them want to do a smudging more. When they did the smudging everyone heard my grandfather shout, "I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE" after continuing the smudging, near the end they heard him say, "I see a light". After that there was no more activity.
SIDENOTE: In this house I also saw a lady standing in the living room doorway that my mom dreamed about, we saw her at the same time. Also saw an indention in my mom's hand where a chunk of it was taken out. She still has the scar.
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