Here’s a couple more:
One night I was sooo hot I slept with no blanket on and was laying on my back. I was still pretty young, probably at the age of elementary school. I remember waking up for some reason during the night and saw a black shadowy figure, the shape of what a typical devil’s shape would look like at the side of my bed towards my leg area. It had one of it’s arms extended out as if it was reaching over to grab me. It noticed that I woke and we locked eyes for a couple seconds. It had red fiery eyes, but everything else was a shadow. It slowly retrieved it’s hand away from me and I saw it crawl back under my bed. I thought nothing of it and went back to sleep. To that point, I was just used to ghosts bothering me so I wasn’t as scared.
Another story was that one early early morning during the summer, I was sleeping at the wall (because remember, I’m a chicken) and my other sister was sleeping next to me. I woke up because I kept feeling something at the top of my head and when I looked, it was a hand with it’s arm extending out from the corner of my bed. It looked like a white man’s hand too. I remembered being so scared that I jumped over my sister and pushed her towards the wall. The hand started touching her on her face but that didn’t wake her up though. I knew that “it” knew “it” wasn’t touching me so I saw the hand move it’s direction towards me…then before I knew it, I blacked out and woke up trying to remember what happened.
One story was that when my parents moved out of the house that I grew up (keep in mind it was super haunted and probably still is!), we moved into a nicer home. The kids’ rooms were upstairs and my parent’s room is downstairs. I remember waking up to voices in the hallway..it sounded like Meeka people but I knew something was wrong because why would there be Meeka people in the hallway talking away as if everything was normal in the middle of the night? I had my room door open too and I was super scared so I was trying to wake up my sister so she could be scared with me. (LoLz) When I was calling her name to wake her up, I heard a Meeka woman’s voice saying “Did you hear that?” and I got super scared and started calling my sister’s name louder to wake her up. Then the voice got closer and I heard “Did you hear that again?” and before I knew it, I blacked out. Not sure what happened after that, but as a kid, when I experienced these encounters, I always ended up blacking out and not remembering what happened. My parents still live in that house and it’s still haunted, but the spirit(s) is still there.
One time when I was still married, my ex-husband and I stayed in my old room (refer to the story above, same room). We were talking and laying in bed in the dark when all of a sudden, the door jerked open. I knew we had closed the door tight, and my ex stopped talking when that happened. I casually got up as if I wasn’t afraid and said “Oh, that door does that when you don’t close it tight” so he wouldn’t be scared. I shut it tight and crawled back into bed; then we started talking again. While we were talking, the door jerked open once again. This time, I was so scared I jumped out of bed and ran into my brother’s old room where my younger sister and her hubby was sleeping. My ex and I ended up sleeping with them that night.
Another time, my BIL was sleeping in that room and he thought he saw one of my sisters walking down the hallway in a light purple robe (the room is the last room at the end of the hallway). He didn’t think nothing of it and laid in bed for a couple more minutes and then decided to wake up. He went downstairs to find my sister fully dressed and ready for the day. I remember him saying “Weren’t you just upstairs in your robe?” when the whole time, my sister was downstairs with me.
My parent’s house that they live in is pretty creepy. Upstairs is a big NO NO for me, even to this day. The vibe is just scary. An old woman died in the room that I used to sleep in. She used to pound the walls when she wanted something when she was alive; at least that’s what my mom told me. It makes sense because once night I came home and was soooo tired from work that I almost fell asleep when I heard pounding on the wall in my mini walk in closet. I got mad and cursed at the noise and it started pounding louder. I kept cursing and it wouldn’t stop so I finally took a breath and apologized for cussing and if whoever was doing the pounding would stop. The pounding stopped.
My parents were just recently in Thailand with my Uncle and Auntie. They rented this hotel that was rebuilt and it was said that the building tore down when Tsunami hit the town that they were in; a lot of people died as well due to the Tsunami. The bed that my parents shared had this urine smell, and my dad was sleeping on that side, but made my mom switch so my mom ended up sleeping on the side that smelled like urine. My mom woke up to and there was a little boy sleeping next to my mom, so basically, my mom was being sandwiched by the ghost and my dad. She was so scared, but she didn’t dare wake my dad up (it’s because he’s more a chicken than me or anyone else that I know of when it comes to ghosts). The little boy laid there for a little bit while my mom was paralyzed in fear. She said the little boy woke up and walked towards the corner of the room and disappeared. My Auntie and Uncle also was telling us that they heard cats crying every night that they stayed at the hotel.
