Sunday, March 23, 2014
from: Julie Ness
I spent 38 days of pure mental hell in a haunted house…Jules V Ness
I spent 38 days in pure mental hell!
When I was twenty one years old, my new husband's family offered to sell us a house that had been in his family for generations at an incredibly cheap price. They had a difficult time keeping it rented and did not want to hassle with it anymore. We jumped at the opportunity and moved in almost immediately. It was only a matter of hours before strange things began to happen. It did not take me long to decide there was something or someone else other than us in that house.
Almost every night we would hear something coming up the staircase. The steps were old so you could hear every creak. Nick, my husband would jump up out of bed whenever he heard it to go make sure that someone hadn't broken in. It would always end the same, no one was there. The ghost appeared to get braver as time went on. We could hear the steps eventually come down the hall; they were getting a little closer to our bedroom door with each visit. Finally, the night came that we had both been dreading. Nick was sound asleep, exhausted from working hours of overtime. I heard the steps dare to pass the doorway of our bedroom and enter our room.
I felt slightly aware of something or someone approach the side of the bed I had my back turned to, but I was afraid to look. I just kept my face in Nick's chest and closed my eyes tightly. I felt as though there was someone right behind me, right behind my head just staring at me. I knew one thing for sure; I was not going to turn around to check. I just wanted to fall back to sleep as soon as possible.
My hand searched under the covers for Nick's hand. I very softly and quietly moved my hand beneath his big palm. I did not want to disturb him; I just knew it would make me feel better if his hand was lying on top of mine.
My back felt ice cold; I tried to bring the covers up tighter around my neck and back. That\'s when I felt it. Something moved briefly on the bed behind me. I did not acknowledge it. I forced myself to stay still as if I were still asleep. I felt that if I suddenly reacted, I would see something horrible, so I did not turn around, I did not move.
That seemed to upset whatever was behind me. I felt the bed move again, but just ever so slightly. I felt that whatever was behind me was so close to me it was almost touching my hair. I had the feeling on my scalp similar to when you have static electricity in your hair. I was sure it must almost be standing on end.
I rubbed Nick's palm with the back of my hand. I think I was actually trying to wake him, but trying to do it quietly, so whatever was behind me would not notice. It didn’t work. Nick just grunted a moment and then took another deep breath, he was still sound asleep.
I felt another movement on the bed directly behind me again. I actually could feel the blanket I had wrapped so tightly around me tug on me a bit as if someone had laid some weight on it behind me, I was sure that something was trying to get even closer to me. Suddenly I felt air blow on my cheek. It was just the same as if someone had breathed on me, except it was a lot colder, ice cold.
I tried rubbing Nick's hand again only I did it more aggressively this time. He moaned a little and turned to face me laying his arm across my side. That made me feel a little better, if there was someone or something directly behind me he would have struck them with his hand when he put his arm around me. I no sooner had the thought when Nick's arm went flying off of me and back towards him. It was as if someone had picked up his arm and flung it off of me. At that same exact moment, I felt a very strong tug on my hair, and heard a whisper in my ear.
"Get out of my room," the words struck me like a knife in my stomach.
It was a very raspy mean voice. I woke Nick instantly, but once again there was no one there. Many things happened in that house. We only lived there for thirty six days, thirty six days of pure mental hell.
That was when I started to believe in ghosts and spirit hauntings. It forever changed how I view things. I wrote a book about the whole experience, The Lennox Haunting... It is on Amazon, if you are interested in reading the first chapter. It is a true story! Jules
by: robin cimprich
Hi to who ever is reading this. I started seeing ghosts when i was about 5 and i`m 11 today. I started seeing ghosts after a bad accident. here is what happened
One day i was walking to a store with my mom. When i tripped over a curb and landed on my face. I got two black eyes, a bleeding lip and teeth. As soon as my mom saw she rushed me to the nearest hospital that she can find so i wouldn't loose to much blood. When we arrived it was about noon. Five minutes after they did a x-ray on my skull to see if it was broken , I was laying down in the bed. Everything seemed normal until i saw a bunch of sprits around me. There was about 8 as i could remember. All of them looked sad and depressed.i could hear them whispering but i didn't know what they were saying to me. like i said i was only 5 so i thought it was just my eyes. But really it wasn't. One moved closer and closer. It was so close it was right beside me. when it looked at me, I looked back at it right in its eyes. i couldn't move nor scream. All i could do was cry very quietly.
A few minutes later my mom came in. She found me on the floor and only saw the back of me because i was laying on my stomach. I kept coughing. When she turned me over i screamed and my eyes where twitching and i was mumbling words in different langue`s. But the real me said very quietly “Help me get me out of here” very quitley
To this day i set up cameras and the same thing always happens i end up on the floor screaming with my eyes twitching. But last night was different then the others. in this video i stood up and walked around my room with my hands on my head saying things and started crying. and my mom came in and i fell to the floor screaming with my eyes twitching and i couldn't move. but as soon as it stopped i didn't remember a thing. She said i never did. I would wake with burses, scratches, and marks i don't know.
please comment. Please tell me if you have experience. i would really like to know whats wrong with me .!