There was an abandoned train depot, that had an upstairs, and a downstairs. The downstairs was flooded with water going to the top of the stair case leading up to the main floor. Most of the windows were broken out and the doors were taken off or busted down. A friend of mine and I would hang out there. After a few minutes of entering the building the broken glass would move across the floor. You could see shadows moving in the upstairs rooms. Hear furniture being moved upstairs. If you looked through the water of the bottom level you could see shadow people walking about. I keep wondering if the place didn't have some sort of vortex. All of this activity happened during the day. We never went there at night.
There was also an abandoned train depot not to far from the high school that they remodeled. It was where my friends and I would go to hang out before school and after school. It was just a one level building akin to a barn. But it had the different sections for different trains to pull into. In each section it was filled with gravel and had chains hanging down. We would hear talking, whispering, and giggling during the day. One time a friend and I went there when it was getting dark. We were about to leave when a small rock was thrown at us. My friend being the person she is threw a rock in the direction from where the first one came. Then another rock was thrown at us. She threw one back. This kept going on until the rocks that were directed at us gradually became bigger. The next time we went was during the remodeling, and after a homeless man was found hung on one of the chains. We went around dusk like the time before and decided to ask questions. The only response we got was a barrage of rocks hurled at us and the chains in all the stalls began twirling like crazy.
Monday, May 28, 2012
MY MOM'S HOUSE (BANNER) EL RENO OKLAHOMA
We moved there when I was fourteen years old and that is where my mother still lives. The house is built on REALLY OLD farmland. It is actually apart of the Gun Club Housing Edition. I actually liked this house. The only things I didn't like about it was that it was in the middle of nowhere. Also I hate the guest bedroom of that house, it gives off an aweful vibe. My husband and I actually stayed in the guest bedroom after falling on hard times and having to stay with my mom. We stayed with her during the summer of 2011.
The first thing that happened after moving in during our first night in the house. We didn't have electricity because we were waiting for it to be turned on. It was in the middle of the night and my mom came to my room telling me to listen to something. She took me to the backdoor and opened it. From the direction of the sceptic tank we heard a man say "Help me. Help me." It sounded like it was coming from the sceptic tank. We went outside to investigate and the closer we get to the sceptic tank it became quieter until it finally stopped. This went on for about a week after that we didn't hear it anymore. My mom and I talked about how it would be easy to dispose of someone in a sceptic tank. All of the chemicals that you have to put in to keep it clean and the chemicals that bodily waste makes.
For Christmas my stepdad bought me a shower radio/cd player. I kept it in the bathroom and I needed batteries for something. So I took the batteries out and used them. My friend Madison was staying the night and suddenly we heard a stereo blaring in the bathroom. Her and I had been talking about a song. The radio was playing the song and it had no power. Then another time I was in my room thinking about a song and the radio began to play that song.
Another time I was sitting in the living room with my mom. It was raining outside and I began to lax into a meditative state while thinking about water. We started hearing what sounded like water coming from the kitchen. We went and looked and the water was running in the sink.
My closet door would open and shut on its own accord. I would hear things being messed with inside of the closet. Also knocking on my bedroom wall.
One night during the summer I had the window opened and decided to sleep with my head at the feet of the bed. So I could get more of a breeze. When I heard rustling in between my wall and my bed. I woke up to find a man standing in that area. Only he was a solid black shadow outlined in a heavy gray. He was wearing a wide brimmed derby and dipped his head as if acknowledging me. I didn't feel threatened and fell back asleep.
A couple of weeks after seeing the shadow man. I was once again asleep in bed. When I awoke to the feeling of somebody entering the room. I would sleep with my bedroom door shut and all the lights out. My door was still shut and the room was almost pitch black. But I could see something darker than the room come from the hinges of the door. It moved along the walls and you could hear it slithering as it went. It went around the room and then went down the wall onto the floor. When it came back up it got on the bed and went over my legs. It had no temperature that I could discern. But it felt extremely heavy almost like it weighed thirty pounds or so.
The first thing that happened after moving in during our first night in the house. We didn't have electricity because we were waiting for it to be turned on. It was in the middle of the night and my mom came to my room telling me to listen to something. She took me to the backdoor and opened it. From the direction of the sceptic tank we heard a man say "Help me. Help me." It sounded like it was coming from the sceptic tank. We went outside to investigate and the closer we get to the sceptic tank it became quieter until it finally stopped. This went on for about a week after that we didn't hear it anymore. My mom and I talked about how it would be easy to dispose of someone in a sceptic tank. All of the chemicals that you have to put in to keep it clean and the chemicals that bodily waste makes.
For Christmas my stepdad bought me a shower radio/cd player. I kept it in the bathroom and I needed batteries for something. So I took the batteries out and used them. My friend Madison was staying the night and suddenly we heard a stereo blaring in the bathroom. Her and I had been talking about a song. The radio was playing the song and it had no power. Then another time I was in my room thinking about a song and the radio began to play that song.
Another time I was sitting in the living room with my mom. It was raining outside and I began to lax into a meditative state while thinking about water. We started hearing what sounded like water coming from the kitchen. We went and looked and the water was running in the sink.
My closet door would open and shut on its own accord. I would hear things being messed with inside of the closet. Also knocking on my bedroom wall.
One night during the summer I had the window opened and decided to sleep with my head at the feet of the bed. So I could get more of a breeze. When I heard rustling in between my wall and my bed. I woke up to find a man standing in that area. Only he was a solid black shadow outlined in a heavy gray. He was wearing a wide brimmed derby and dipped his head as if acknowledging me. I didn't feel threatened and fell back asleep.
A couple of weeks after seeing the shadow man. I was once again asleep in bed. When I awoke to the feeling of somebody entering the room. I would sleep with my bedroom door shut and all the lights out. My door was still shut and the room was almost pitch black. But I could see something darker than the room come from the hinges of the door. It moved along the walls and you could hear it slithering as it went. It went around the room and then went down the wall onto the floor. When it came back up it got on the bed and went over my legs. It had no temperature that I could discern. But it felt extremely heavy almost like it weighed thirty pounds or so.
Monday, May 21, 2012
RYAN D. BUELL'S SECRET LEAKED
I am not apart of the Paranormal Research Society Bureau, nor do I know any of the members personally. Though I would like to share my rage about who ever put Ryan D. Buell's illness on blast VIA The Examiner. Thankfully the story was taken down. This is completely disgusting, and beyond selfish. Ryan told the members of the bureau PRIVATELY, wishing to publicly announce such a sensitive issue himself.
Either this person did it for a quick buck, or some sort of secret vendetta. Or possibly both. This person HAD to be a part of the bureau because Ryan's private message was quoted verbatim. Which in turn is making other bureau member's question if they can trust one another. I don't blame them in the slightest.
I believe that this was a direct personal attack and the person didn't care about the outcome. Nor the reprecussions. Hopefully they got all they wanted out of it as they watched their bridges burn.
What are your thoughts on this?
Either this person did it for a quick buck, or some sort of secret vendetta. Or possibly both. This person HAD to be a part of the bureau because Ryan's private message was quoted verbatim. Which in turn is making other bureau member's question if they can trust one another. I don't blame them in the slightest.
I believe that this was a direct personal attack and the person didn't care about the outcome. Nor the reprecussions. Hopefully they got all they wanted out of it as they watched their bridges burn.
What are your thoughts on this?
Saturday, May 5, 2012
AMBASSADOR COURTS APARTMENTS OKLAHOMA CITY OKLAHOMA
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.
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.
GRANDVILLE APARTMENTS IN BETHANY OKLAHOMA
I forgot how old I was when we lived there or what grade I was in. The only thing that I really remember is my friend Melissa and I were sitting in my closet. We had a flashlight on a small plastic table in there while we talked. We were trying to get away from my little brother. When we heard a cough coming from within the closet, it was neither of us. When we looked up there was an apparition of a woman looking down at us. Of course we freaked out and ran. You could see her down to the beginning of her chest. She was a light smoky grey color, had poofy curly hair pinned back, sharp features, petite looking, and had no eyes. She was on the shelf bent down looking at us her hands on the hanger bar.
Also while living there, I had a dream about my stepdad dying. He is a semi driver. At the time we didn't have a regular vehicle, when he was in town we drove around in his semi. Well on the Fourth of July we bought some firecrackers, roman candles, bottle rockets, etc. We decided to drive out in the middle of nowhere off of a quiet highway. We were out there for about two hours or so. He had parked his semi in front of a ravine that sheered down about 25-30 feet. The back of the semi was facing the ravine. When we went to pull out the sand and gravel on the shoulder of the highway leading to the ravine, was pulling the truck backward. My stepfather had me, my mom, and little brother get out of the truck. We heard his engine screech real loud and then the semi just roll back followed by a bang. The back wheels and part of the trailer hook up were over the ledge. My mom and I finally started screaming at him to get out, but he refused. So far we were the only ones out there, finally a man his wife and teenage son were driving by, and heard our frantic screams to get my stepdad to stop. They drove a Ford F120 pickup and used a chain to try to pull the semi out. For the first thirty minutes or so the truck struggled to pull him out. A couple of times they were almost pulled in with him, but finally they were able to pull him out. I had a dream about the exact same thing that happened to us. Except nobody came to help us, and my stepdad plunged into the ravine.
Also while living there, I had a dream about my stepdad dying. He is a semi driver. At the time we didn't have a regular vehicle, when he was in town we drove around in his semi. Well on the Fourth of July we bought some firecrackers, roman candles, bottle rockets, etc. We decided to drive out in the middle of nowhere off of a quiet highway. We were out there for about two hours or so. He had parked his semi in front of a ravine that sheered down about 25-30 feet. The back of the semi was facing the ravine. When we went to pull out the sand and gravel on the shoulder of the highway leading to the ravine, was pulling the truck backward. My stepfather had me, my mom, and little brother get out of the truck. We heard his engine screech real loud and then the semi just roll back followed by a bang. The back wheels and part of the trailer hook up were over the ledge. My mom and I finally started screaming at him to get out, but he refused. So far we were the only ones out there, finally a man his wife and teenage son were driving by, and heard our frantic screams to get my stepdad to stop. They drove a Ford F120 pickup and used a chain to try to pull the semi out. For the first thirty minutes or so the truck struggled to pull him out. A couple of times they were almost pulled in with him, but finally they were able to pull him out. I had a dream about the exact same thing that happened to us. Except nobody came to help us, and my stepdad plunged into the ravine.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
MY GRANDMA'S HOUSE ON 31ST&SHIELDS OKALHOMA CITY OKLAHOMA
Some of the first things I remember are seeing orbs in my grandma's backyard at night. My cousin and I would both see them while sleeping in the guest room. It would freak us out and we would tack blankets over the curtains. I don't know the history of that house. I do know that an elderly woman lived in the house to the left of my grandma's. She would make me clothes out of scrap fabric. The woman died in the house. Though nothing ever happened.
A couple neighborhood boys and I would run around the neighborhood on our bikes. One of our favorite things was exploring abandoned houses. We found one house not that far from my grandma's. Apparently the people who had formerly lived there. Were jewelry makers and left several pieces behind. Along with toys and furniture. One time while we were there. We heard a light scratching sound. We went into the garage and watched as some pieces of glass pendants were moving along the floor. They weren't rolling or had been dropped, but actually moving. I actually took several of them and gave them to my mom.
There was another abondoned house down the street from my grandma's. We would go through the alley to get to it. We could never get in the house, but we would jump the steal fence. One of the odd things about this house was that it had so many trees in the backyard you couldn't walk through the yard. You had to climb tree to tree. All of the trees were peach trees, every single one of them. We would pick the peaches and eat them. One day we were in a tree in the middle of the mini 'peach forest', eating our fill. When peaches were being hurled at us. I know when fruit gets ripe, it gets heavy, and falls if its not picked. They weren't falling. They were being thrown. We never really ventured into the peach forest again after that.
In the house to the left of my grandma's where the elderly woman had lived. My uncle, aunt, and male cousin moved in. I would always take my aunt's spray water bottle and use it for random things. She wouldn't get upset, a little frustrated though. Until she finally bought me my own. My aunt was a heroine addict and that's how she finally met her end. My uncle did roofing and siding and had to travel alot for the job. One day he left for Texas for a week. On the way to his job site he dropped my cousin off at a family member's house. For the first three days of that week. We saw no hide nor hair of my aunt. I was really close to her and always wanted to be around her. The third day I finally decided to look in the windows. I saw her face down in the laundry room, blood pooled around her, and she was bloated. She was a green-blue color. I was the only one home and went and got a neighbor. Who was a childhood friend of my dad's (he's now deceased, he was murdered). He broke down the back door which led to the laundry room. She had died from an air bubble to her heart from injecting herself with heroine. She had laid in the house dead for three days. I never got to go to her funeral. My dad and them said I was too young. A few weeks after her death I was asleep in my grandma's house. When I heard the front door open, footsteps, and then someone in the bathroom, I heard my water bottle spritz a few times, and then heard someone walk out, and shut the front door. It had been raining that night. I looked and there were wet footprints on the wood floor. I followed them next door and saw them on the front steps of the house next door. My uncle moved out immediately after my aunt died, and the house was left abandoned. I think it was her way of saying goodbye since I didn't get to.
Across the street and a few houses down lived a woman named Gloria. She was very nice and took me and my cousins to church with her. She would also give us money to run down the street to Braum's and get her something. Whatever money was left she would have us get something to eat. One summer she went on a missionary trip with the church to South America. While they were there they had performed an exorcism on a woman. When they came back after a couple of weeks. Gloria wasn't the same. She wouldn't come out of her house, people from the church left prayer baskets on her porch, they would just sit there and rot. About two months later Gloria came to church and sat in the very back. Each service after that she would try to get closer to the front and it would look like she was in alot of pain. One day she was three pews from the altar. She stood up in the middle of service and tried to go to the altar. She collapsed before she could, and started choking. There was a bulge in her throat the size of a baseball, and it was moving. Members of the church hurriedly picked her up and took her out of the church. I never saw her again after that. One day a few months later I walked down to her house to see if she was there. Her two sons and her daughter were there packing up her stuff. They said she had died. I remember her eldest son complaining inside the house about 'all the satanic crap'. Which struck me as odd because the entire time I knew Gloria she was a God fearing woman. It makes me wonder what happened to her after the mission trip.
Also down the street was a creek the neighborhood kids and I would play in. One day me and one of my male cousins decided to explore the tunnels in the creek. We had only gone a few feet into the first one when my cousin was looking up at the concrete shelves. Something caught his eye and he climbed up the side of the wall and grabbed something off the shelf. It was a decompsing human finger. I was thoroughly freaked and disgusted. I ran back home and told my aunt and uncle. They called the police and met my cousin at the tunnel. The police explored the tunnel. They found a thumb, half of a jaw bone, part of a skull, a hand, and a leg bone. They said either someone had flushed the body parts or a homeless man died in the tunnels. I know that's not paranormal, but its creepy.
When I was in my early teens. Me and a female cousin were walking around the neighborhood. It was about one in the morning and we were around the creek. When we heard chanting. We of course became curious and walked around peeking over the edges into the creek bed. When we saw a girl and guy about our age wearing all black. The guy was in the middle of decapitating a dog, and the girl was cutting of pieces of the dog, and eating it. They had votive candles, and everything. We were trying to be quiet when I tripped over a rock. They looked up from the creek bed and we bolted. We called the police and they went and investigated. All they found was a headless dog stuffed in a drainage pipe.
My last experience was when I was in my early teens. My grandma likes collecting chickens, and clowns. She had gotten really into collecting the miniature porcelain clowns with the stuffed bodies.. She went to an antique shop and bought one that was made in 1915. She had four curio cabinets. Two in the living room, and two in the dining room. She placed it in one in the living room. Not only did it give me the creeps, but my older brother as well. I was the only person at my grandma's. I laid down to take a nap on the couch. When I woke up the clown was on the mantle of her fireplace. I picked it up and put it in a curio cabinet in the dining room. Watched some tv, went to the bathroom, and came out. It was on the mantle again. So I dec ided to go for a walk until my brother got home. When he came home. I told him about the clown. He said he had a similar experience with it. He became so unnerved he wrapped it in a sheet and placed it in a shoe box in my grandma's closet. He shut the closet door, and her bedroom door. Took a shower, and when he went in the living room. It was back on the mantle. He was the only there at the time too.
A couple neighborhood boys and I would run around the neighborhood on our bikes. One of our favorite things was exploring abandoned houses. We found one house not that far from my grandma's. Apparently the people who had formerly lived there. Were jewelry makers and left several pieces behind. Along with toys and furniture. One time while we were there. We heard a light scratching sound. We went into the garage and watched as some pieces of glass pendants were moving along the floor. They weren't rolling or had been dropped, but actually moving. I actually took several of them and gave them to my mom.
There was another abondoned house down the street from my grandma's. We would go through the alley to get to it. We could never get in the house, but we would jump the steal fence. One of the odd things about this house was that it had so many trees in the backyard you couldn't walk through the yard. You had to climb tree to tree. All of the trees were peach trees, every single one of them. We would pick the peaches and eat them. One day we were in a tree in the middle of the mini 'peach forest', eating our fill. When peaches were being hurled at us. I know when fruit gets ripe, it gets heavy, and falls if its not picked. They weren't falling. They were being thrown. We never really ventured into the peach forest again after that.
In the house to the left of my grandma's where the elderly woman had lived. My uncle, aunt, and male cousin moved in. I would always take my aunt's spray water bottle and use it for random things. She wouldn't get upset, a little frustrated though. Until she finally bought me my own. My aunt was a heroine addict and that's how she finally met her end. My uncle did roofing and siding and had to travel alot for the job. One day he left for Texas for a week. On the way to his job site he dropped my cousin off at a family member's house. For the first three days of that week. We saw no hide nor hair of my aunt. I was really close to her and always wanted to be around her. The third day I finally decided to look in the windows. I saw her face down in the laundry room, blood pooled around her, and she was bloated. She was a green-blue color. I was the only one home and went and got a neighbor. Who was a childhood friend of my dad's (he's now deceased, he was murdered). He broke down the back door which led to the laundry room. She had died from an air bubble to her heart from injecting herself with heroine. She had laid in the house dead for three days. I never got to go to her funeral. My dad and them said I was too young. A few weeks after her death I was asleep in my grandma's house. When I heard the front door open, footsteps, and then someone in the bathroom, I heard my water bottle spritz a few times, and then heard someone walk out, and shut the front door. It had been raining that night. I looked and there were wet footprints on the wood floor. I followed them next door and saw them on the front steps of the house next door. My uncle moved out immediately after my aunt died, and the house was left abandoned. I think it was her way of saying goodbye since I didn't get to.
Across the street and a few houses down lived a woman named Gloria. She was very nice and took me and my cousins to church with her. She would also give us money to run down the street to Braum's and get her something. Whatever money was left she would have us get something to eat. One summer she went on a missionary trip with the church to South America. While they were there they had performed an exorcism on a woman. When they came back after a couple of weeks. Gloria wasn't the same. She wouldn't come out of her house, people from the church left prayer baskets on her porch, they would just sit there and rot. About two months later Gloria came to church and sat in the very back. Each service after that she would try to get closer to the front and it would look like she was in alot of pain. One day she was three pews from the altar. She stood up in the middle of service and tried to go to the altar. She collapsed before she could, and started choking. There was a bulge in her throat the size of a baseball, and it was moving. Members of the church hurriedly picked her up and took her out of the church. I never saw her again after that. One day a few months later I walked down to her house to see if she was there. Her two sons and her daughter were there packing up her stuff. They said she had died. I remember her eldest son complaining inside the house about 'all the satanic crap'. Which struck me as odd because the entire time I knew Gloria she was a God fearing woman. It makes me wonder what happened to her after the mission trip.
Also down the street was a creek the neighborhood kids and I would play in. One day me and one of my male cousins decided to explore the tunnels in the creek. We had only gone a few feet into the first one when my cousin was looking up at the concrete shelves. Something caught his eye and he climbed up the side of the wall and grabbed something off the shelf. It was a decompsing human finger. I was thoroughly freaked and disgusted. I ran back home and told my aunt and uncle. They called the police and met my cousin at the tunnel. The police explored the tunnel. They found a thumb, half of a jaw bone, part of a skull, a hand, and a leg bone. They said either someone had flushed the body parts or a homeless man died in the tunnels. I know that's not paranormal, but its creepy.
When I was in my early teens. Me and a female cousin were walking around the neighborhood. It was about one in the morning and we were around the creek. When we heard chanting. We of course became curious and walked around peeking over the edges into the creek bed. When we saw a girl and guy about our age wearing all black. The guy was in the middle of decapitating a dog, and the girl was cutting of pieces of the dog, and eating it. They had votive candles, and everything. We were trying to be quiet when I tripped over a rock. They looked up from the creek bed and we bolted. We called the police and they went and investigated. All they found was a headless dog stuffed in a drainage pipe.
My last experience was when I was in my early teens. My grandma likes collecting chickens, and clowns. She had gotten really into collecting the miniature porcelain clowns with the stuffed bodies.. She went to an antique shop and bought one that was made in 1915. She had four curio cabinets. Two in the living room, and two in the dining room. She placed it in one in the living room. Not only did it give me the creeps, but my older brother as well. I was the only person at my grandma's. I laid down to take a nap on the couch. When I woke up the clown was on the mantle of her fireplace. I picked it up and put it in a curio cabinet in the dining room. Watched some tv, went to the bathroom, and came out. It was on the mantle again. So I dec ided to go for a walk until my brother got home. When he came home. I told him about the clown. He said he had a similar experience with it. He became so unnerved he wrapped it in a sheet and placed it in a shoe box in my grandma's closet. He shut the closet door, and her bedroom door. Took a shower, and when he went in the living room. It was back on the mantle. He was the only there at the time too.
HOUSE ON INDIANA STREET OKLAHOMA CITY OKLAHOMA
This one is going to be super short.
The only thing that happened to me in that house. Was the t.v. changing channels and a smokey like apparition in the shape of an upside down candy cane hovering over the Christmas Tree. My mom experienced more things than I did in that house.
I do remember there being blood stains on the kitchen floor.
The only thing that happened to me in that house. Was the t.v. changing channels and a smokey like apparition in the shape of an upside down candy cane hovering over the Christmas Tree. My mom experienced more things than I did in that house.
I do remember there being blood stains on the kitchen floor.
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