Originally Posted by TdashDUB
((Excuse excessive grammar mistakes im trying to tear through this as quick as I can))
Where we are here is over two years after the start of it all. And around this time, encounters were happening more frequent and were building up in aggressiveness. And f-ck what you, me, we KNOW about ghosts or spirits. We have just as much knowledge of than we do on what happens after death. What happens next I can't explain, but I've circled every angle as to how this stuff could have happened otherwise and there's nothing.
Keep in mind I lived with my single Mom. We came from a rougher side before moving to cy-fair so the house we got she turned into a padlock. There's no way anyone could have came in without me unlocking the door for them. With that said…
It was a Saturday night back in 7th grade, my buddy Pat was staying over and my Mom was out for the night. We've been upstairs the entire night and around midnight we call for a pantry run. As soon as we flick on the lights we find my Mom's 14-knife block set scattered ALL about the kitchen. Counter tops, island, kitchen table, mail table.
The next incident was the first that I had physically saw with my eyes.
Friend of mine, Geoff, was spending the night another Saturday night not too long after the knife incident. Upstairs all night we finally decided to watch a movie downstairs on the big screen, The Blair Witch none the less. It was VHS so you had to do the whole, pop-it-in-and-wait-while-rewinding and did so sitting on the big couch facing away from the kitchen which was behind our left shoulder. I was nearest to the kitchen, Geoff was on my right.
Suddenly we hear a
And we look at each other confused.. Then it increases a little bit
Geoff guesses that it was my dog pissing in the house. I lean over and Max is sitting besides the left of the couch. Then it gets a bit louder
We both get up and make our way to the kitchen to see the kitchen faucet running slightly. And it was one of those sink handles where you had to tilt the knob upwards 90 degrees to turn on full blast. Geoff and I surrounded the sink starring at it in silence and lo and be-fugging-hold, the knob starts lifting right before our eyes. Slowly as the water pressure increases and does so until the knob was completely up. We both in sync yelled "**** THAT!" I slammed the handle down and we jetted upstairs scared ****less.
Fast forward a couple of months and it was Summer time. Mom head out on a Thursday night and the same guy, Geoff, was staying the night. This is in the AOL days when it was so easy to steal the internet a 7th grader could do it. So we did it. And we felt like we were doing something so co-op mission impossible illegal that the entire time hijacking our neighbors internet we'd sit sharing the same wooden chair in absolute silence like we were waiting for the feds to kick in the door.. But instead it was something else that did. My computer table was set up a good 10 feet directly in front of the door (door facing our side). One second we're hearing crickets outside the window, the next -BOOM- the door EXPLODES open as if a linebacker had rammed into it, knocking us and the chair over. I can't emphasize how powerful of force blew my bedroom door open. The door stopper sank into the wall and the knob was able to dig into the wall. How the **** does someone explain that??? I grabbed a bat, Geoff grabbed a skateboard and we went to my neighbors house until my Mom got home.
The next was a step down in the inching-closer-to-killing-me-department, but seemed to set up the final incident afterwards well
It was clockwork every night around 10 my mom would go to the foot of the stairs and grab my attention to get ready for bed. So one night, awaiting the inevitable, my mom screams for me only she sounds pissed off. She's all "Travis what the hell???" I pop my head out of my door and downstairs, and on every other step going downstairs was a fork with every alternate step having one of my Mom's bedroom pillows laid across the step. So it was pillow, fork, pillow, fork, pillow, etc. My Mom's yelling at me as to why I'd even waste time doing this and kept telling her it wasn't me. That was when I broke down the barrier and just told her that it was a ghost and of course she got angry at me for blaming a ghost lol.
Although this wasn't the last paranormal encounter, this was the biggest and it died down exponentially afterwards.
Pre-cursor: My Mom was on vacation with some girlfriends and had my Aunt house/babysitting while she was gone.
So this is after 8th grade Bball practice on Thursday. Pat and I go eat dinner with his Mom and she was dropping us off at my place just in time to watch WWE Smackdown (we were obsessed at the time). So we get there right on the dot at 7, grab some snacks, and head upstairs where we were glued to the TV. My Aunt would get off work at 8, so around that time she gets home and starts SCREAMING for me all pissed. Pat and I go down stairs to find the kitchen ransacked. There was water literally EVERYWHERE. All over the counter tops, the island, kitchen table and every surface. Theres 4 empty water bottles spread about the floor. On the kitchen island there were a lot of ruined important papers and notes. My Mom was in between jobs and had her resume, etc along with other documents sop and wet and some were torn through. My Mom had left cash for Aunt Lori to use for food and that was wet and torn to pieces. I could just shrug and say it wasn't us. Of course I get an ear rape from my Mom when she gets back and begged me to tell her why I did it smh. I kept blaming the ghost and then she sat me down asking if I needed to talk to somebody lol DAMN I hated that. She thought I was doing it for attention and refused to believe otherwise.
So if for anyone who doesn't believe in ghosts??? That's fine and dandy. Do you. But anyone who tries to force a belief in telling me there's no such thing, **** that. I've spent years running every scenario in my head and its consistency and there's not way it was some - person. No joke, nobody.
Those events are part of what made me as open minded as I am today. It's led me to dive nose first into literature and explanations on how or why these things happen. And it was a brand new house that we built, so the only possibilities I know of would be building on a burial ground or more conveniently…
Right around the time everything started, a friend of my Mom's passed away. And his wife was looking for people to take on some of his items which Mom sure helped her with. I had of his a full size pool table, record player and mini fridge inside my room alone at one point. And I've read about spirits haunting certain items they either loved or embodied, but who knows really???
All I know is I've witnessed first hand some weird **** go down that I don't think could ever be explained.
- About 2 Years after part 1
- ((All occurred either home alone or with a friend))
- Walked downstairs at midnight to find 14 knives laid out and about throughout the kitchen
- Witnessed a kitchen faucet handle lifting up, going full blast before my very eyes
- Witnessed something RAM into my bedroom door with such force, we fell out of our seats and the door stopper was pressed into the wall with the knob leaving a dent
- Mom scolded me late one night after finding every other step on my staircase with one of her bed pillows and every alternate step with a fork
- In an hour time span since a friend and I got home, my Aunt walked in from work to find the entire kitchen destroyed by water. Water was on every surface with several empty water bottles strewn about the floor. Important documents like my Moms resume, work notes, amongst others were completely wet, torn and destroyed. There was over $100 in cash wet and torn. Of course, Aunt and Mother blamed me.
- Mom thought I was crazy and presents that I go talk to someone
- Incidents would continue after "Water-gate" but died down tremendously and occurred few and further in between
- So…. Yeah, I definitely believe in ghosts