hey guys, i have no idea where to post this at, so i found this forum and decided to make an account and might aswell post it here. The reason why im making this post mostly because i need help, what do i do? Is my house really haunted? in-explainable stuff has happened before, but nothing as crazy as this.
Everything i say is true, this did actually happen which is scary to me.
Now im not a big believer in ghosts or the undead or anything paranormal like that, actually im a huge skeptic. I used to doubt everyone who believed in these so called "ghosts" which convenient as it sounds cant be seen. I used to think it was impossible for them to exist, until last week.
It all started Last Friday, when i came back from school. My parents told me they would be coming home later than usual, around midnight. This was the usual though, my parents work long hours to feed the family, and i love them for that. )I do have a brother but he wasnt there that day as he actually slept over at his friends house for 2 days.) I started doing my homework, took a shower, eat some food, played csgo for a couple of hours and as time passed by, i realized it was getting late. (this was around 11PM) I go to bed.
Now this is the time where i should mention i dont live in the biggest house ever. Infact it is actually quite small. So that means i can hear every noise in the house. Oh and we have two bedrooms across each other across the hall (2 second walk between them) and i sleep with my covers over me (dont judge me lol)
I go to bed, as usual i fall asleep. I wake up at 12, seeing my parents come in and go to bed. They noticed that they woke me up and they said sorry. I go back to sleep.
Time passes, we are all asleep not a single sound in the house. Until all of a sudden
I feel someone punching me.
I know this sounds really weird, but bear with me, this ACTUALLY happened. But "it" Kept punching me. And not some weak punch to, like Pretty decent punches.
I remove my covers over me after 3 punches, and at first thoughts i thought it was my dad, instead all i see is just the darkness of my room.
I get the biggest fright in the world, like the blood got knocked off of me. I try my best to think nothing of it. and try my best to try to go back to sleep. I put my covers back on.
The literal second i put my cover over myself again, it starts punching me. this time harder
and harder
and faster
Ive never been so scared for my survival ever in my life. After a full one minute of this. I breakdown, i start crying for help. I know this sounds very childish but please put yourself in my shoes.
In less than 5 seconds im out of my room. I dashed out of there. I was running to my parents room. While i was running, i heard this loud BANG, like the force of 50 pans just falling on the floor. That was it, that was the final straw, i flew the door open and slept with my parents for the rest of the day.
The next morning my parents woke me up to see most of the thing in the kitchen fell to the floor.
My mom actually told me yesterday that she did hear the pots and pans falling in the kitchen.
Again i am a skeptic, and from my personal experience, it never could have been so real. I like to bash on the paranormal but when stuff like this happens to me, i dont even know how to think at this moment.
again just to reiterate this DID HAPPEN. I just need to tell my story.
Everything i say is true, this did actually happen which is scary to me.
Now im not a big believer in ghosts or the undead or anything paranormal like that, actually im a huge skeptic. I used to doubt everyone who believed in these so called "ghosts" which convenient as it sounds cant be seen. I used to think it was impossible for them to exist, until last week.
It all started Last Friday, when i came back from school. My parents told me they would be coming home later than usual, around midnight. This was the usual though, my parents work long hours to feed the family, and i love them for that. )I do have a brother but he wasnt there that day as he actually slept over at his friends house for 2 days.) I started doing my homework, took a shower, eat some food, played csgo for a couple of hours and as time passed by, i realized it was getting late. (this was around 11PM) I go to bed.
Now this is the time where i should mention i dont live in the biggest house ever. Infact it is actually quite small. So that means i can hear every noise in the house. Oh and we have two bedrooms across each other across the hall (2 second walk between them) and i sleep with my covers over me (dont judge me lol)
I go to bed, as usual i fall asleep. I wake up at 12, seeing my parents come in and go to bed. They noticed that they woke me up and they said sorry. I go back to sleep.
Time passes, we are all asleep not a single sound in the house. Until all of a sudden
I feel someone punching me.
I know this sounds really weird, but bear with me, this ACTUALLY happened. But "it" Kept punching me. And not some weak punch to, like Pretty decent punches.
I remove my covers over me after 3 punches, and at first thoughts i thought it was my dad, instead all i see is just the darkness of my room.
I get the biggest fright in the world, like the blood got knocked off of me. I try my best to think nothing of it. and try my best to try to go back to sleep. I put my covers back on.
The literal second i put my cover over myself again, it starts punching me. this time harder
and harder
and faster
Ive never been so scared for my survival ever in my life. After a full one minute of this. I breakdown, i start crying for help. I know this sounds very childish but please put yourself in my shoes.
In less than 5 seconds im out of my room. I dashed out of there. I was running to my parents room. While i was running, i heard this loud BANG, like the force of 50 pans just falling on the floor. That was it, that was the final straw, i flew the door open and slept with my parents for the rest of the day.
The next morning my parents woke me up to see most of the thing in the kitchen fell to the floor.
My mom actually told me yesterday that she did hear the pots and pans falling in the kitchen.
Again i am a skeptic, and from my personal experience, it never could have been so real. I like to bash on the paranormal but when stuff like this happens to me, i dont even know how to think at this moment.
again just to reiterate this DID HAPPEN. I just need to tell my story.
