Hi Edi and Nick!
I’ve been wanting to submit a story for a while now, but haven’t had the time to actually write it down and make sure it was worded properly. Finally I got some time to.
I want to start off by saying I’ve experienced several different things throughout my life, starting when I was around 7 or 8. The first experience being a positive experience that I hope to share with you once I get my mom’s side of it. The experience that I’m sharing with ya’ll today is the most frightening experience I’ve had to date, and also the most recent.
The spring of 2017 started what would be the darkest time of my life. I was at my lowest with my depression, having moved to Texas, which is 15 hours from my home in South Carolina, with who I thought was the love of my life, only to be abandoned 6 months after the move, and left to build my life back to where I was comfortable.
A couple of months after my nearly 5 year relationship ended, I found a guy I thought could fill that hole. The whole relationship was toxic since the beginning and I was numbing every feeling with weed and alcohol. Looking back, I’m pretty sure the only reason I stayed with him was because he supplied me with the agents I needed to not feel anything.
I promise this isn’t going to be one of those stories where I tell you about my terrible exes. It’s just important to know that the relationship was toxic and extremely negative, and I believe that really played a part in why I was so perceptive to this encounter specifically.
This guy I met lived in a house that, from the outside, even though it was bright pink, you could tell it was haunted. Inside they had all kinds of crazy and weird objects, one that I specifically remember was a ventriloquist dummy that I avoided looking at AT ALL COST because those things are scary as hell on their own.
The different roommates in the house would tell about times when the dummy would fall over on his own or his head would turn to watch whoever was in the dining room at the time,
and that was a FAT nope from me. I was told of two spirits that they suspected were in the house.
One: A pervy old man who stayed on the 3rd floor and would occasionally be seen in the mirrors, staring at the girls as they changed. The other was suspected to be a child that would play pranks throughout the house. They think this is the spirit that played with the dummy downstairs.
My first encounter in the house was minor, but still spooked the shit out of me. I was in the bathroom and had just washed my hands when I felt something grab my shirt and my shoulder. I left the bathroom, without looking in the mirror for fear that I would see the creepy old man.
In October, we decided we would do all of the spooky things, one being going to a cemetery at night. Saying that was a big mistake is the understatement of the century.
We picked a night, and went to the biggest cemetery we can find. We parked in the parking lot across from the cemetery and waited until we didn’t see headlights coming our way to cross. We jumped the fence, which was frightening for me alone, simply because I had never hopped a fence to begin with, and started our little adventure.
Immediately when we got into the cemetery, we saw an LED cross on one of the graves, which seems kind of tacky to me but y’know, whatever, to each their own. I jokingly went to take a picture of it because I thought it was funny, which could be the reason that the following events happened, but I don’t really know.
Before I go any farther, I want to mention that I felt pretty uneasy from the moment we got into the cemetery, but I didn’t mention it. I just felt like I was being watched, and that something wasn’t right.
After I took the picture, I felt even weirder, so I deleted it almost immediately. As soon as I deleted it, the guy came up to me and said, in a panicked, rushed tone, “we have to go, like, now”. The sense of dread that I was feeling earlier was intensified as we walked back to the fence and climbed over. That feeling didn’t really go away, and I still felt like I was being watched.
When we got back to the house, we laid down to sleep, and of course he was out immediately. However, I still felt like something was watching me. As I was nearing the point of actually falling asleep, something touched my foot, leaving me freaked out for a little while longer, until I actually fell asleep for a couple of hours.
Fast forward a few weeks. I also want to add that I was working full time night shift at a warehouse, so when I would stay the night at his house, I would get there around 5:30 or 6 in the morning and sleep for a few hours there.
One morning in particular, I got there and could NOT sleep for anything. I just kept feeling this negative energy in the corner of the room, and there was a dark shadow there. I woke him up and told him that something felt wrong, that there was something in the corner and I was terrified. He immediately got out some sage, and started burning it, waving it around the room. Mind you, I’d never believed in that sort of thing before, or tried it.
The whole time he was waving it saying things like “you aren’t welcome here” and “go away”. As he was saying these things, I felt and heard a deep almost sigh in my right ear. I felt like something was behind me and it was frustrated that we even had the audacity to try to get it to leave.
After that morning, I never stayed at the house again, and later left the extremely toxic and negative relationship. I haven’t had any experiences since then, and the need to experiment with a Ouija board definitely vanished after this experience. I still really enjoy spooky things, but will never enter a cemetery at night again.
My mom even fussed at me when I told her later because she knows that stuff tends to follow us when we go somewhere where spirits are present, but that’s a shorter story for another time.
Thank you for taking the time to read my experience, and keep doing what you’re doing! I really enjoy listening to your podcasts and literally look forward them every week, even while I’m listening to the older episodes to catch up!
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