oooookay ... the fact that it's friday the 13th made me remember that I hadn't told my ghost story yet. So, here goes.
I can't remember how long ago this was, but it was after we rebuilt our house after it burned down (when I was in 5th grade) and it's been at least a couple years.
It started out small. Mostly channels on the TV changing. We thought at 1st it was my brother who had been joking around w/ another remote that had been missing for awhile. Well, the remote was found, and it stopped for awhile, but then started up again. While both the remotes were sitting on the coffee table next to my dad. Took out the batteries, still did it. Then our TV started doing some really weird things, like shutting off randomly, and black lines would come from the top and bottom eventually covering the whole screen w/ black until they met in the center. At that time, the TV would go back to normal. Needless to say, we got a new TV. But the turning on and off, and the channel changing still persisted.
Then, doors started opening and shutting. Our front screen door seemed to never stay shut, even tho it was made sure that it was latched, and even at some times, dead bolted shut.
Well, it just got worse. At this point in time, I started having nightmares about a guy being murdered by his wife. All I remember in those dreams is that she stabbed him to death, and he was wearing a black trenchcoat. They had a fight and she just attacked him. I always woke up crying.
Then, it got really really weird. Our breaker switch kept flipping. Keep in mind that this was a fairly new house, so it shouldn't have been doing this. We once again thought it was my brother, so he was supervised at all times. But, alas, it kept doing it. As many as 3 times an hour at one point. Called the electric company, they came out, inspected everything twice, and found NOTHING. They couldn't figure it out. So they told us to buy a new breaker box and they'd put it in, thinking perhaps the one we had was bad. So, we did that, but to no prevail, it continued. But, then finally one day, just ... stopped.
Not more than a couple days later, I once again had the same dream of this poor guy. I felt somebody touch me on the shoulder and it was really really cold. Thinking it was perhaps my mom I woke up and turned around, and that's when I saw this shadowy figure standing in the corner of my room. Looked exactly like the guy I had been having dreams about. Just, stood there. I promptly got out of bed and went upstairs. I didn't sleep in my room again for a week. But ever since then, nothing. Every once in awhile tho, I do feel as if somebody is watching me, and my cat tends to freak out sometimes as if she's looking at sth that's not there. But other than that, it just all, stopped.
I told one of my friends who at the time was obsessed w/ Art Bell. He always wanted to see a ghost, so I told him my story. He then asked if we could have a seance at my house, just to try it out, not that he actually believed in it per se. *death stare* Yeah, I'd have to say, HELL NO.
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