Posted on 10/26/2022 6:11:20 PM PDT by NeverCheney
My wife told me she had a “visitor” who used to sit on her bed when she was a child.
I told her she has the Irish witch gene.
One night, my 16 year old daughter came screaming out of her room yelling, “there’s a man in my room!”
Apparently, she inherited the gene as well.
When we lived in Hawaii, Hubby was on the mainland traveling for work and I was in bed sleeping on my stomach. I jerked awake and something was “sitting” on my back holding me down. I yelled, “Help me, Jesus”, and it stopped.
I told some friends about it at work the next day and a couple of the locals said it’s common there. They have a name for the entity, but I forget now what it is.
There were a lot of stories told about certain rooms at the resort staff hated to go in to — the floating baby, etc. Hawaii can be very “spiritual”, but not in a good way.
Sounds familiar! My brother and nephews all describe the feeling as utter evil. My brother had his event build over a three night period.
Night 1:He was in bed watching Sportscenter and heard a strange noise and watched a nail holding up one of his posters work its way out of the wall and it and the poster hit the floor.
Night 2:He had worked really hard that day and was tired and said he went straight to bed when he got in his room. He turned the light off and heard what sounded like someones fingers walking as he put it across his dresser, up the side of his tv, across the top and continue down the dresser. He said I raised up and said, look, I’m beat leave me alone tonight and nothing else happened.
Night 3:He went to bed and was watching tv and turned it off and rolled over to go to sleep facing the wall opposite of his closet. He heard a noise in his closet and thought it was an old tom cat we had that liked to sneak in the house and sleep sometimes and he knew Mom would be mad so he decided to roll over see and if it was Thomas get up and toss him outside. He said I hadn’t gone to sleep any and when I hit my back in the process of rolling over to look in the closet something landed on him and totally paralyzed him and felt like pure evil, said he could hardly breath and tried to call out for Mom and Dad and me, my room was next to his and couldn’t do anything. Finally he managed to whisper Jesus and it immediately stopped its attack.
I actually spoke to this thing one night and didn’t even know it until the next day. I was supposed to go in early to work the next morning and class that evening in college and I went to bed around 11:00pm. I was sleeping really good and someone grabbed my bedroom door handle really hard and with great force snapped open my bedroom door about two feet bringing me straight up out of my slumber and onto my arm and I could make out the image of a head standing there looking at me saying nothing. I really thought it was my brother being a jerk messing with me and I said what do you want? It said nothing. I said again in a forceful tone, what do you want? It said nothing and I said I have to go into work early tomorrow get the hell out of here and leave me alone now! It closed the door gently and I looked at my alarm clock, 1:15am. Fussed under my breath and went back to sleep.
The next day when I saw my brother I lit into him and he was like whoa, what are you talking about? And I asked him why he woke me up at 1:15 in the morning and he said I came home early last night because I had to work today as well, I didn’t watch tv, I went straight to bed. Then he was like what did this thing look like and I described it as the outline of a head with shoulders and very black. Wasn’t me he replied and said that is just creepy!
Around 1985 while building our house, we rented a newer condo in Anchorage. Hubby was up working at the construction site and I was working around the house. We had a decorative cement cat, life sized, that propped open the closet door where the kitty litter box was.
This cat was so heavy it took two hands to pick it up and move it. Well, it just “jumped” straight up and landed turned over. I was in the car and up to the new house within 30 seconds and never stayed there alone again.
In the same condo, in the bedroom, the video player would start and stop when nobody was around. Ditto for one light on the night stand I chalked that up to electric issues — ideally. I didn’t want to consider the alternative(s).
The complex was new, so I don’t know what was going on.
The cat thing is wild! I hear Alaska is a paranormal hotspot just like the mountains of Appalachia. Up until this house we had never encountered anything resembling a haunted house or ghosts. The only weird thing was my Mom having dreams which would come true hours, days or weeks later is about it. This house got me interested in the paranormal.
That was probably him and he was trying to communicate with you. He was probably trying to let you know that he was going to be alright and is at peace.
The dead voted for Biden. If that isn’t hurting you, I don’t know what is.
My folks going way back were all pro-democrat. Yet they never registered to vote as they did not want to be called for jury duty.
All have now passed on, yet every election day they rise from the dead, go to the polls and vote a straight Democrat ticket.
Me? I am registered, vote Republican and have been called for jury duty several times. When I kick off I will then rise every election day, go to the polls, and begin voting a straight democrat ticket.
I hope I don’t frighten some of the poll workers I know when I show up.
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