Post by jbarron1915 on Jul 28, 2009 13:31:01 GMT -5
I've had a few personal experiences with the paranormal. They range from when I was just a kid up to recently.
When I was younger, I used to live out in Jackson PA, there me and my best friend (now of 15 years) had a lot at her house, and I had a couple at mine. At my house, my mom and I would always see this person. The best way to describe him was an Abe Lincoln type build, tall, skinny, dark hair, with a plaid shirt- like a farmer. Sometimes when I'd be sleeping, there would be something on my bed, feeling like someone would sit on it, and no one would really be there. I had a garbage can shake violently until I yelled at it to stop and go away. At my friend's house we'd always see orbs flying around- some were blue, white, yellow, or red. Sometimes she'd have a corner of a room in the house just glow red. Something threw a clock off of the wall in the kitchen. Something tried to push me down the stairs several times. There would be mysterious handprints and sometimes scratches on the door leading to the basement- we even washed off the prints once because they looked like dust, and they were back the next day. We belive that there's at least two spirits in her house- one a little boy, and the other is the grandmother- we think from what they've "shown" us that the grandmother suffocated the boy with a pillow and then hung herself. Even as my boyfriend and I just moved to Scranton, I've had things come up missing and then be found in a spot I knew I had checked several times- a pair of flip flops that were underneath the couch; and when I was getting a window to stay up, a pair of plyers that I put behind me on the bed, ends up on my dresser in a neat fashion. My landlord says that her side of the house is haunted, that there's a little boy and possibly the mother too. I completely agree, as soon as she said that I could see them. The boy was ran over in the street by a horse and buggy, and the mother couldn't take her son's death. Recently we were digging up the front yard and found about 30 cobble stone bricks- like an old style of road in my opinion. But she's actually taken the doors off of her cabinets because she's come downstairs and all of them would be open. Her dogs also are completely aware of the presence.
When I was younger, I used to live out in Jackson PA, there me and my best friend (now of 15 years) had a lot at her house, and I had a couple at mine. At my house, my mom and I would always see this person. The best way to describe him was an Abe Lincoln type build, tall, skinny, dark hair, with a plaid shirt- like a farmer. Sometimes when I'd be sleeping, there would be something on my bed, feeling like someone would sit on it, and no one would really be there. I had a garbage can shake violently until I yelled at it to stop and go away. At my friend's house we'd always see orbs flying around- some were blue, white, yellow, or red. Sometimes she'd have a corner of a room in the house just glow red. Something threw a clock off of the wall in the kitchen. Something tried to push me down the stairs several times. There would be mysterious handprints and sometimes scratches on the door leading to the basement- we even washed off the prints once because they looked like dust, and they were back the next day. We belive that there's at least two spirits in her house- one a little boy, and the other is the grandmother- we think from what they've "shown" us that the grandmother suffocated the boy with a pillow and then hung herself. Even as my boyfriend and I just moved to Scranton, I've had things come up missing and then be found in a spot I knew I had checked several times- a pair of flip flops that were underneath the couch; and when I was getting a window to stay up, a pair of plyers that I put behind me on the bed, ends up on my dresser in a neat fashion. My landlord says that her side of the house is haunted, that there's a little boy and possibly the mother too. I completely agree, as soon as she said that I could see them. The boy was ran over in the street by a horse and buggy, and the mother couldn't take her son's death. Recently we were digging up the front yard and found about 30 cobble stone bricks- like an old style of road in my opinion. But she's actually taken the doors off of her cabinets because she's come downstairs and all of them would be open. Her dogs also are completely aware of the presence.