True Paranormal Story

TRUE PARANORMAL STORY

I have had numerous paranormal things happen around me since the age of 9 yrs old, but this true paranormal story i’m about to tell you is still very much unexplained for me.
 
When I was 18 yrs old I moved into a house in my home town with my daughter of 14 months old. It was an old house with 3 bedrooms, a long hall which led past 2 bedrooms and to a bathroom and toilet at the end of the hall. The end bedroom had a sun room attached, so overall the house didn’t ‘seem’ threatening whatsoever, but strange things started to happen the first night we were there.

During the night, my daughter woke up screaming. I ran into her room and I could see she was standing in her cot pointing and screaming in terror. I turned on the light and she continued to look towards and point at thin air. I couldn’t see what was terrifying her so much. I picked her up to console her and try to see exactly what she was seeing, but I saw nothing.
 
This continued for 3 nights in a row, I couldn’t explain what was happening. My daughter from then on stayed at my mothers every night until the day I moved out.
 
Over the course of the next 3 days after my daughter went, I had my boyfriend and 2 friends move into the house with me. John, Kari and my boyfriend Alex.
 
John moved into my daughters old room and Kari moved into the bedroom with the sun room at the end of the hall.

Everything seemed to be normal for about a month, then suddenly weird things started to happen again. Firstly, the room at the end of the hall started to get deathly cold. You had to walk down the long hall to get to the toilet adjacent to the bedroom, you could feel a very eerie cold coming from the room, and when you walked into it. This was strange as it had a big sun room attached with so many windows that it was impossible for the sun not to come in.
 
Lights then started to get turned off on there own when you left a room. But the most frightening and confusing was a tall dark figure seemed to be there which I could make out to be about 6′ 2″ tall. It just seemed to be just standing there. Every time this happened to me I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I would reach my arm out to the light switch and flick it on and the figure would vanish. 

Eventually everyone of us saw this figure at some point, either at the same time or alone on numerous occasions. It mostly appeared in the lounge room and at the end of the hall between the bathroom and the cold bedroom.
 
This wasn’t normal in any means but we just presumed it meant us no harm, other than scaring the bajeez’s out of my daughter at first.

Things became more sinister when a hand print turned up on the ceiling in the kitchen. It was black like soot from a fire. Everyone, including myself, thought my boyfriend had done it for a prank. He tried to prove it wasn’t him by placing his hand over the print in front of us all. He showed us it was much larger than his own hand.
 
Over the next few weeks, the lights continued to turn off on there own and the dark figured continued to appear more regularly. Then the most alarming things started to happen. Bruises started to appear on me overnight. I would wake up in the morning naked with the blankets off me and there were new bruises of actual hand prints. There was grab marks on my arms, legs and waist. Again they were huge hands much too large for them to be my boyfriends hands. We would size up his hands against my bruises and they never fitted.
 
As anyone knows, when you get grabbed hard enough to leave bruises you feel it happen, but I never woke once during the night or ever felt being grabbed.

Over the next 2 weeks I felt very ill and I ended up having to go into hospital. I was diagnosed with septicemia (blood poisoning).
 
When I returned home my flatmate John had moved out. Alex told me that John had a visit from the dark figure when he was alone in the house one night whilst Jason was with me at the hospital. John refused to even come back into the house to get his things.
 
Anyway the bruising and nightly light action continued.
 
One night when Alex and I were alone in the house, we had a massive argument and I kicked him out of our room, which was at the front of the house, at the end of the long hall.

About 10 minutes went by as I lay there in the dark thinking how stupid the argument was. Then I heard Alex scream and I heard him running down the long hall to our bedroom. He burst through the door and slammed it shut and then turned on the light in one swift movement and jumped onto the bed. He was in hysterics.

It took about 30 seconds for him to explain he was in the cold room at the end of the hall, (Kari wasnt there, as I said we were alone this night, she was staying at a friends place). He said he had his back to the door and heard a noise. When he turned to see what the noise was, there standing in the door way was the dark figure. This time it was more of a mist he said and he could see it was a man looking down on him. He was so afraid he ran straight through it and ran to our room. Straight away, I thought he was brave to do such a thing.
 
The moment he finished explaining this to me our door handle began to lift. It’s the kind of handle where on one side there is a lever that lifts and the other side has a button you push down to open it. Our side had the lever that lifted, so when it began to rise it meant someone on the other side had to be pushing it down to open the door. Alex and I looked at each other in horror as we knew we were alone in the house. Then the door slowly started to creak open. (I remember thinking what the hell, this stuff happens in movies – not for real). The door got half way open and I thought there’s no way I want to see what’s on the other side of that door, so I jumped up and slammed the door shut. This happened twice more and each time I slammed the door shut, hoping that what ever it was would go away.
 
I looked at Alex and told him I loved him and started to pray out loud. Alex isn’t religious but he prayed that night and out loud with me.

The door never opened again, we stayed awake the entire night watching the door handle. When it was daylight we assumed it was safe to leave the room as nothing spooky in the past happened during the day, except for the room at the end of the hall being cold.

We walked cautiously through the house getting things we needed, as during the night we agreed to leave the house in the morning. We left the house that morning, returning only to move our things out.
 
Every moment in that house lead up to the climax on the night the door opened. We were in that house for 3months. I still have to drive past that house to get to my current house I live in now. I can’t help but look at it every time I pass.

I’m now 32 yrs old and ever since those experiences in that house, I have protected myself and my children from the paranormal. I bless everything and every house I have lived in since.

Over time, I have become a lot stronger spiritualy and I am confident that if anything similar happened again I would address the issue more aggressively.

I’m still p****d to this day that whatever it was, put its hands on me and scared my daughter.

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By, Raewyne Lamb, copyright 2009 @ World Mysteries And True Ghost Tales.