This is was really sparked my interest in the mysterious and undetermined world of the paranormal. It starts with Sarah. Okay, straightforwardly, I have absolutely no idea what the little girl’s name is – but let’s just call her “Sarah”. It all started when my parents and I moved into an apartment building. At that time, I was your typical teenage girl sidetracked by peer pressure and hormonal imbalance. The first few months (more or less the first three months) living there, I experienced shadows moving in the corner of my eye. When I would look up, whatever caused the movement was gone. Even on open spaces like the wall were nothing else was to be the explanation behind it. Despite the eerie feelings equipped with these occurrences, I still shrugged them off as: “living in a new environment”, or, “being tired” etc.
Soon as I made friends at my new high school, I invited them over for a slumber party. That was the first night things got a little creepy. Two of my friends showed up – the other two couldn’t get pass their parents to agreeing to sleeping over. We were lying in bed inside my dark bedroom, talking about boys and random stupid things like we did back then. My radio was always on. I loved music. While chatting away, my radio turned louder, and louder, and louder, gradually. I got up, and turned it down. It happened again, nearly half-an hour later. Both me and my friends where completely baffled to what was causing this, it never happened before. I gotten this radio four months ago, so can’t blame it on old age. Trying not to freak out at something so stupid, I got up again, and turned it off. As I stood on the spot right next to the radio, the one side of my body felt ice cold. Like someone just opened a freezer. The cold was filled with pressure against my skin. Freaking out in my mind, I darted back on to my bed. I didn’t say anything about this to my friends, and luckily they didn’t notice my “freak out” behavior. That same night (well, morning), around probably four (guess), I woke up from my music booming from my radio. Both my friends sat up in bed, looking bewildered. I said to them, “Not funny”. I assumed they decided to make a joke of it. They swore they didn’t do it. Deep down in me I knew they didn’t. My parents are quite strict and my friends knew that. The noise woke up everyone in the apartment – I still remember the lecture I got the next day from my dad about the noise..
A short while went by, with the radio still playing tricks on me. I eventually ended up replacing the radio – it still continued to happen.. After that, “genius” me (sarcasm), did some research on the internet on ghosts, spirits and anything paranormal. I discovered the Ouija board’s existence. So me and my best friend, Ivy, made one. She was the only one of my friends who was also convinced “weird” things are happening in that apartment.
We did a protection spell someone recommended to me, placed out candles and incense, and did all the summoning stuff. We sat there nearly an hour, nothing happened. We both came to a conclusion: The Ouija is either bull** or there is just simply nothing in this place. We didn’t do the “closing” ritual or the “good-bye” thing. We just got up and had a coke, and watched a movie. Later, we decided to give it another go, still not satisfied with the results.
That was the last time me and my friend ever went near a Ouija board again.
When I asked; “Is there anyone with us?”, the pointer started to turn, slowly. Skeptical, I removed my finger, my friend’s still touching it, but barely. Then it began spinning more vigorously. My friend Ivy sat staring at the pointer like a deer caught in headlights, it looked like she was too scared to breathe or move. I told her let go of it, so she did. The pointer span a few more turns then stopped. Logic was no problem here: There is no way in hell she could have done that. Her finger was barely touching the pointer, and she didn’t move. It was spinning like clockwork. We immediately got up and packed it away.
So now, with the Ouija in the back of my closet, I had one more experience with my radio a week about later. Then for another month, nothing happened. Then I had another sleepover. This time, we were five. That evening, me and my friends decided to play hide-and-seek in the dark. The one that was supposed to look for us, Ivy, went to sit in the bathroom, the only room in the apartment with a light on. So if she opens the door, light would splash through most of the living room – so she could do no peeking without going unnoticed My other three friends hid in my bedroom (I was planning to hide with them, but their loud giggling would just give us away), so I searched for another hiding spot in the living room. As I walked in to the living room (with my friends still giggling loudly in my bedroom, my other friend in the bathroom, I noticed movement next to the sofa. I looked up. I was about to ask my friend (Ivy)what she was doing, but reality hit me. There was no light from the bathroom door opening and closing – and the person that was standing in front of me were small. Around the age of five, maybe six. I could make out long curly hair, but most of the figure was only black and shadow-like. The features on the figure gave it away as a little girl. I stood rooted for a moment, staring blankly at the girl, blinking, trying to focus and frustrated at my eyes playing tricks on me. The figure, however, didn’t stay in one place. It moved slowly towards me. That’s when I really freaked out, darting towards the bathroom (pass the figure), I went in to the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. Ivy was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, looking at me like I’ve just gone crazy. I didn’t tell her what just happened, and pretended I needed to use the toilet. After that round of hide-and-seek in the dark, I made sure the rest of the evening we didn’t do anything involving the dark.
After that occurrence, I became paranoid. Good thing, the paranoia only lasted for a week or two. Then things started happening, again. The radio activity started picking up more frequently – every other day about. One evening I was busy doing homework. I had a laundry basket filled with old stuffed animals on top of my closet, and I also had a full length mirror next to my desk that was facing towards my closet. I was busy writing when I heard a “tap” sound behind me. I was alone at home, so it obviously pulled my attention. As I looked up in to the mirror to see what was causing this, the entire basket of stuffed animals flew off from the top of my closet, right on to me. Before you can count to three, I was out of my bedroom, through the living room, then outside. I sat outside waiting for my parents to come home for nearly two hours. (Yes, I was too much of a coward to go back in). Eventually, fed up waiting, I went back inside.
Nothing happened again that evening.
Weeks after that, I still had the radio problems, but this time, it started happening to the radio in the living room too. My mom had strange things happening to her too during the day. I wasn’t supposed to know this. I found out accidently by walking in on a conversation my mom had with one of our neighbors, who were also experiencing these things. The vacuum cleaner, television and radio going on and off. Mysterious shadow figures, cupboards, doors and windows opening and closing.
Exams came up, and I had other distractions, and all the strange occurrences fell in to the back of my mind. The summer holidays came up. My parents invited my aunt to stay over at our house for a weekend. She stayed in my bedroom.
That evening I was watching a movie, and even still being wide awake, I decided to go to bed because I had early plans for the following day. I had a double mattress laid out right next to the sofa, in front of the television. I climbed in to bed. Lying there, my thoughts stuck on the next day, I can hear someone walking on the carpet. (The hard, almost plastic-like carpets). I automatically assumed my mom got up for a nightly glass of water, and didn’t bother to look up. But then it became suspicious when the walking continued around my mattress the second time around. I looked up were the movement sound came from, but there was no one. The movement continued for another few more seconds, then stopped. Just as the sound stopped, the open space on the mattress next to me began pressing down as if an invisible “somebody” sat down next to me. I could literally feel the air pressing next to my arm. Suddenly, the mattress lifted and it went away. The walking on the carpet turned in to running this time.
Then a little girl spoke in a teasing voice, saying my name: “Avaline”. She giggled, then began running, then it was quiet all over again. Freaked out and hiding under the covers of my thick duvet, it jumped up without any hesitation and flipped on the light switch. I was alone.
Obviously too flipped out too go back to bed, I ended up watching television the whole evening and in to the early hours of the morning, I just couldn’t sleep.
Gratefully, after living in another three paranoia-filled weeks in that apartment, we were forced to move due to lack of space. I stayed in the same high school.
About a year later (more or less), we were in history class discussing an off-topic about people who experienced “ghosts” etc. The one girl that sat behind me told our teacher about the apartment she lived in a few years ago that was haunted. She claimed she saw a girl in her bedroom and was experiencing the same kind of stuff I did. She mentioned the building’s name – it was the same one I lived in. Out of pure curiosity, after that period I asked her in which apartment. She said: “503”. That was the same apartment I lived in..
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