Paranormal Overload

I know this isn't my typical paranormal story, but I just wanted to put this up as well.

Since my first ever encounter with something supernatural, it's mainly been little bits of activity that have kept me believing in the paranormal. And these things have gone on for years and years.

As I've mentioned before, my parents aren't big believers in spirits, but some of this stuff even made them question their beliefs.

For the most part, it was very typical "ghost activity". This moving on their own, cold spots in the house, doors opening and closing. And most of the time, I was the only one to notice this stuff, but after we got our family dog, Pebbles, and noticed that she was acting strange, then everybody else started to notice as well.

She would stare at apparently nothing, and growl and bark or act frightened. She would run around looking up at something we couldn't see, or refuse to go into a certain room for a while.

I remember one of the biggest things that stands out to me was when he and my dad was playing with the dog. We were bouncing a rubber ball between us for her to catch. She didn't manage to catch it, but suddenly the ball stopped in mid air and then flung itself in a different direction. Almost like somebody else has caught it mid air and thrown it somewhere else. Me and my dad exchanged confused looks, and even he agreed that that was strange at the most.

Another big moment to me was when an action figure flew off my window sill. I was sat at my desk on my laptop, in my bedroom, which makes the window on my left hand side. Along my window sill I had a bunch of Batman connectable figures, and I don't remember exactly what I was doing on my laptop, but suddenly I heard this massive bang to my right. I looked to my door and saw that one of the figures had hit the door and landed on the floor.

The window and bedroom door are on complete opposite ends of the room, and the figures were placed as far back on the window sill as they could be. One of the figures had flown off of the sill, hitting my door all on its own. The window was closed, and so was my door, so there's no way wind could have played a part in it, as my dad later tired to suggest. The curtains were also open, so they didn't catch the figure either.

From there, more and more things have happened. Not just to me this time, but to my mum and dad, even my brother on the occasional time he visits. My mum has had pictures fly off the wall at her. My dad has said he's seen a hooded figure standing in the doorways and my brother has told me that he's seen ornaments and little things floating.

A lot more things have happened, as well as a suspected possession. Ouija boards, the midnight Man game and other things, but I'm gonna save them for another time.

UFOs (Unidentified Flying Objects) are aircraft that many believe are Aliens way of visiting the Earth. Why they would want to do that is a bigger mystery than aliens themselves.

Over the years there have been probably thousands of sightings of UFOs. If you look throughout history, depictions of UFOs go as far back as ancient paintings. Take a look.

Behind the woman, you can see what looks like a person looking up at the strange craft in the sky. And obviously this painting was long before the invention of technology, let alone aircraft. So what is it?

Of course there's conspiracies about aliens as well. Area 51 and the Government coverup being the biggest ones. Personally I do believe that the Government are in contact with aliens and try to keep that from the public.

I guess we'll have to see what comes of the Area 51 raid.

Now onto my own story.

It was a few years ago, I'm not sure how old I was, but it was at the first house I remember living in, so it I would've been very young.

Aliens is one thing that WAS actually spoke about thought-out my childhood, as my dad is a big believer in them. He'd always tell us stories of things that have happened throughout time and the times he thought he saw them. There was plenty of times when I saw something that just turned out to be an airplane or something like that.

But one, me, my dad and brother were in the backyard (I can't remember what doing), and we all said we could here this high pitched sound coming from somewhere. It was just like one continuous note, coming from seemingly nowhere.

We looked out into the alleyway, thinking it was probably just a neighbor. But it didn't sound close enough to be a neighbor. I looked up at that sky, and saw a triangle of red lights, and I knew instantly that that's where the sound was coming from.

I told my brother and dad to look up. My brother got scared, and honestly I was a little unsettled too. My dad looked at it for a while and agreed that it could've been a UFO. We took a picture of it, and kept it all these years later. I didn't ever want to get rid of it. I wanted to keep it as proof of my own experience.

Here's my picture:

Believe it or don't, that's fine, but I had to put this in here. I even put it online a few years ago.

I'm not sure if I've seen another or not, but I've have seen lights in the sky and strange formations, but I don't know if they're anything extraterrestrial or not.

Before I start this post, I know that Slender Man is very controversial subject after what happened with those 2 girls and their friend. So if you don't agree with Slender Man themed content, I apologise. Either way I still want to put my own story out there.

Now if you don't know who Slender Man is, a lot of people say he is the result of an online Photoshop competition. Here's what he is supposed to look like:

Tall and faceless in a black suit and can extend arms out of his back.

A lot of people accept this as his origin story and use it discredit a lot of supposedly real encounters with him, but if you go into the characters "mythology", you can find woodcuts of what heavily resemble Slender Man from as far back as the 1400s. Take a look:

They called his Der Ritter, or Der Grobman (I have no idea if those spellings are right, I'm sorry), which translates into The Tall Man. So it appears that the Slender Man has actually been around for a very long time, maybe they tell us he's the result of an online competition to avoid mass panic or maybe hoping to avoid something like what those girls did.

Ok, now that I've given a bit of back story, onto my own encounter.

I was 12 (like I said in my previous post, 12 is when a lot of crazy shit happened for me), and I was still a very childish person, despite almost being a teen-ager. I'd asked my parents to take me to a park, and with it being the weekend, they did. This park was right next to a slaughter house (I say was because it's been demolished now and they land is having an old folks home built on it) and sometimes you could honestly smell what was happening inside, and it was pretty unsettling knowing what was causing that smell.

Anyway, we got into the park and I was playing around, taking advantage of that remained of my childhood. I got my dad to push me on the swings, for as long as I can remember, he'd always been amazing at pushing swings, it almost felt a mini rollercoasters or something. After while, he went and sat down, he'd suffered a back injury not too far before and it was starting to bother him. I stayed sat on the swings for a while, pushing myself. Eventually I got the feeling I was being watched, but me and my parents were the only ones at the park. I looked around and couldn't see anybody, until I turned and looked at the small, coloured fence surrounding the park.

He was just standing there, clear as day, with his hands on top of the fence, leaning forward slightly, as if eagerly watching a zoo animal or something.

It was the Slender Man.

We were literally only a few feet apart, as the swings were placed right next to the fence. I felt frozen for a minute, staring at his blank face. There was something mesmerising about his entire form. Oddly, I didn't feel scared or threatened, just focused.

I looked back at my parents to see if they could see it as well, but they were having a conversation and wasn't looking over at that moment. When I looked back, he was gone.

No sign of him anywhere. And it's a wide open field on the other side of the park, so you would be able to see anybody running away from the fence. But there was nothing.

I had never heard of the Slender Man before, and it wasn't until I went back to school on Monday and told my friends about it and one of them said "That sounds like Slender Man", I asked who that was and they showed me a few pictures online. It was exactly what I had seen.

Since then, I've had other strange things happen and seen weird things that I believe have to do with Slender Man, but I'm going to save those for another time.

For as long as I could remember, I always had this feeling that I was aware of a lot more than other people were. Even as a young child, I remember having a vivid understanding of other worldly beings and "the other side", even though nobody had ever taught me about it. I don't come from a religious family, so I wasn't really taught about heaven.

It was almost like from day 1 I had a connection with the spiritual world. I would know little things before they actually happened, and I rarely ever felt by myself, it always felt like I had something with me. Being so young at the time, I didn't really think much of it, and just assumed this was normal for everybody.

Things like this happened more and more as I got older, eventually I would be telling people who we were going to see in supermarkets or what was happening in a new episode of a show I had never watched before. And most of the time, I ended up being right.

By the time I was around 10 years old, I started to experience other things. Such as seeing things move on their own, or catching something out of the corner of my eye, only to see nothing there when I turned around. My family have never believed in ghosts or spirits, so a belief in these things was never encouraged, but I knew what I was seeing wasn't really normal. For about 2 years I tried to follow me families way of thinking. "It's your imagination. It was a trick of the light. You're just tired." Sometimes they would tell me I was straight up lying.

When I was 12, this was when a lot of weird things really started to happen a lot more, and what eventually convinced me that the supernatural is very real.

We had moved in to a house about 3 years earlier, just before my 9th birthday, and the house had belonged to a family friends mother, who died of dementia in a care home. For the first few years living in the house, nothing really happened. Maybe a strange banging noise every now and then, but they were always explained away as the neighbours just being noisy, or the wind making the doors shut.

One day, I was on my way up stairs, and the way the upstairs was designed was so that my bedroom was almost right Infront of the top of the stairs, so you could see straight into it. I got to the top of the stairs and saw translucent (almost see through) figure standing almost in the middle of my room. When I stopped and looked, I saw that it was a young woman. She was dressed very old fashioned, with her hair pulled up into a bun. She looked like she had glowing "skin". I didn't feel threatened exactly, but I certainly felt a little uneasy about what I was seeing. Suddenly she just vanished. No fading away, no disappearing into a cloud of smoke, nothing dramatic. Just poof, gone.

I told my parents this story, and expectedly they didn't believe me, my mum not even wanting to discuss it. Despite saying she doesn't believe in spirits, the subject scares her. I even told the family friend what I saw, and she said it sounded like how her mother had looked in her younger years.

Keep in mind, I had NEVER seen this persons mum, so I couldn't possibly have described her knowingly. There was a bit of a debate afterwards, saying that she died in a care home so how could she be haunting the house? Well it's actually supposed to be fact that human spirits, regardless of where they died, can actually return home, or to a place they were most at piece in life. It also said that ghosts follow the same paths they followed in life, so maybe she returned home because that was all she knew.

Since then, so much more has happened, and my interest grew more and more with each new piece of information I acquired and with each new experience I had. But there will be plenty more posts about that.