many years ago I worked on an ambulance one day we were dispatched to a person
not acting right type of call when my partner and I arrived at the apartment
complex the first thing we noted was that all the people except for the
patient that were living in the same unit were standing outside with
terrified looks on their faces shaking violently it was raining in
nighttime I quickly approached them and asked what was going on the 25 year old
male looked at me and said we were playing a game when suddenly my
girlfriend started shrieking and screaming all the lights went out
including the candles then we saw her lay on her stomach on top of the board
game my girlfriend's head hands and legs all went into the air suddenly she fell
to the floor stood up and ran into the back of the apartment My partner and I
then cautiously walked up the steps to the apartment door with Maglites the
door was already cracked open I politely knocked and introduced myself as a 911
paramedic before walking inside the apartment unit the light switch did not
work I could hear a creaking wooden noise in the background squeaking back
and forth all the walls were painted dark colors like black and maroon it was
obvious that these people liked heavy metal skulls and dark paintings because
they were represented all over the walls I started walking through the apartment
calling out for the patient looking for any sign of her as I walked deeper and
deeper into the unit it started getting colder and colder finally I saw her in a
rocking chair she was slowly rocking back and forth
looking straight forward I introduced myself to her and asked her what is
going on there was no answer she kept rocking back and forth I got up close to
her looking for any medical abnormalities her eyes were so black
either her pupils were that big or her eye color was just that dark
Oliver vital signs were normal her blood sugar was normal she did not appear to
be having any seizure activity I tried to get painful stimulus out of her by
squeezing the shoulder or a sternal rub but she would not even flinch I couldn't
find any track marks on her for drug use throughout all of this she just kept
rocking and looking straight forward the rule of thumb for paramedics now for
this situation not being alert to person place time or event is that she needs to
go to the hospital I told her that since she is not talking with me I'll be
moving her to a stretcher suddenly the rocking stops all sound everywhere stops
I can only hear breathing I lift under her armpits and my partner lifts under
her legs as we lift we noticed something very strange the patient stays in a
seated form rigid we lay her on the stretcher and wheel her to the inside of
the ambulance as we load her into the back cracking noises like breaking tree
branches filled the air I look at her and notice now that she is looking right
at me with a huge scary crazed smile on her face no matter where I moved her
head and eyes traced me with that same unwavering smile my partner looks over
at me with sympathy knowing I'll have to stay in the back with her I playfully
say good know maybe you'll talk to me we begin riding to the hospital the heat
was on full blast in the back of the ambulance however it would not heat up
she was still smiling that big toothy smile and staring at me not answering
any of my questions I looked down to grab my pen that fell on the floor and
then looked back up out of nowhere the highest pitch screams and shrieks filled
the air as she started lunging and grabbing at me she clashed her teeth and
bit in my direction trying all she could to break loose
luckily the stretcher seatbelts were secured to her making me just out of
reach the huge crazy smile broke into a frightening look of terror and anger I
kept my back against the wall luckily we were already at the hospital
unintentionally a Catholic one as the ambulance drove in the patient stopped
all she was doing she calmly looked forward and went mute again we brought
her into the ER and talked with the doctor about what happened who needless
to say was astonished by the story
I'd like to preface this story by saying that this is not my encounter but my
great-aunts encounter she told this story to me a few years back after many
years of me pestering her about it I'd grown up knowing vague details of the
story but never the full thing I did record the entire conversation that we
had and to this day I still have it on my phone I will be transcribing the
exact conversation with slight changes to the names for privacy so here we go
when David and I were younger and before we got married and even afterwards we
had a Ouija board at our house and we think that this might have been the
cause of everything that came after anyways we used to play with the Ouija
board all the time and one night when we got married we moved into this mobile
home down the road further down from where we are now Michael was born but he
was only about a year or so old and Billie Jo was a baby so Trisha this
aunts sister had a boyfriend named Brian one day I came home from work the very
first day I had this brand new job at MSI and the babysitter had told me that
Brian had been there that day and that he really wanted to see me that it was
important I tried to call but there was no answer I tried and tried but still no
answer so I thought if it's really that important you know he'll come back well
he shot himself he went home that day and shot himself so of course my
question was what did he want me for why did he want to see me about a year later
we got the Ouija board out we were having a party you know young and stupid
we were only about 18 or 19 years old at the time and so I asked the Ouija board
with two other people doing it what did Brian Langille want to see me
about that day he came back and said his name was link which was Brian's nickname
ly NK and I said what did he want to see me about and he said he wanted to tell
me that he caught David and Tricia kissing each other at the shack David
and I were already married so there were denials and whatever but it turns out it
was true that's exactly what had happened he had caught them kissing each
other and that's why he broke up with Tricia so that's all he wanted to see me
about so that's just a prelude to the story because from that point on our
lives changed within a couple weeks Michael started seeing an imaginary
friend when Michael got old enough to talk he would say stuff like can I go
out and play Bardot is out there waiting for me he started throwing his toys out
the front room window of the trailer and we'd get up and they'd all be gone
everything in the room would be gone out the window
we'd ask why did you do that and he'd say well Bardot made him do it so you
know what do we do about it we couldn't do anything because we
thought Bardot was imaginary so then Billie Joe gets old enough to
talk and he's really scared of everything he's scared of a shadow he
clung to me and for most of his life he slept on my chest until he was about 10
one night he kept saying that he was seeing this
person in his closet and it was a mobile home right so the closet is tiny and so
was the bedroom David and I were laying in bed it was a summer night and Billy
Jo said mom he's bothering me I said just go to sleep honey
it's okay go to sleep and then we heard talking through the walls you know
chattering with someone but not loud enough to hear the words like a child's
voice heard softly through really thin walls and then we heard a response a
deep voice low and guttural answering him back terrified and in disbelief I
said Billy Jo run to mommy baby so he did he came running then I had to go get
Michael because he was in the next room I was terrified and so is David David
was so terrified he wouldn't even get out of the bed to go get Michael
in fact he kept Billy Joe with him and I had to go get Michael and it was the
next day that we started saying okay what did you see who is it and blah blah
blah and come to find out both boys saw him and they started explaining things
he was a little men his name was Bardot he wore a banner
across his chest and it said Bardot on him though at the time they didn't know
it said anything just that they described this ribbon going across his
chest with letters on it he was always in the back yard trying to get them both
to come out so then we moved in about three years later they started putting
videos on TV it was a Thursday night show Michael Jackson was the first video
that we ever saw is 1983 Thriller we were sitting there watching he was
trying to make fun of the Exorcist with this little man he was about three feet
tall a little gremlin and there was a banner across his chest that said Bardot
on it we thought holy sweet Jesus that's him David came home and we just kept
watching because we didn't have a VCR the only way we could see it was to just
keep waiting for them to put the video on again David saw it and we talked
about and chalked it up to coincidence so as to not scare the boys now when
David was little he used to see someone called the spring man he was absolutely
terrified of him and it had experiences with the spring man as a child that were
similar to the experiences the boys did with Bartow so we were watching a
Stephen King movie one night and it was about a man that was scared to death on
a plane well this plane started to have
turbulence it was storming out and the guy looks out the window and there was
Bardo on the wing of the plane only without the banner this time
at this point my aunts get into discussion about this show and they
realize it was not a Stephen King movie but in fact The Twilight Zone it is the
scene with the gremlin on the wing of the plane it was at this point that
David pipes up and says that's the spring man
so not only had David seen him as a child but so had the boys his kids that
was all I could get out of her on the subject which was more than enough for
me I looked up the picture of the gremlin from the scene in the twilight
zone and it brought my aunt to tears they're still very much afraid of these
experiences and there were many more but were not mentioned by her in this story
even Billy Joe who's 40 years old today refuses to acknowledge or talk about any
of these experiences
I grew up in a large dark and damp cliche of what everyone pictures a
haunted house would look like for more than a hundred years the house is loomed
on top of a hill lined with foreboding oak trees where murders of crows would
frequently stop I have an older sister seven years older who was a problem
child and very into the occult demons and devil worshipping and she would
terrify my younger brother and I with stories and just the general way she
would look at us blankly she wore black lipstick and dyed her hair black when
she turned about 13 she became even more rebellious and she would run away and be
missing for weeks and months she was the one who originally introduced my brother
and I to the Ouija board my mother was an alcoholic mentally ill woman she is
bipolar and was suicidal and she was in charge of watching us kids while my dad
worked the night shifts and many times double shifts to say our home had a bad
energy would be an understatement we would later learn the dark history of
our home from the 90 year old woman across the street mrs. looker told us
that our home was built as a home for unwed mothers and so many births deaths
and abortions at the time this was very much frowned upon happened there over
the years it served that purpose for about 20 years until it was forced to be
shut down and then was sold into a family who lived there until 1970 when
my father bought it for an unbelievable price he still lives there today
the first preface experience is one that I very vaguely remember but my mom has
told me in full detail many times and my dad who doesn't believe in ghosts also
corroborates my mom was outside sunbathing and my sister was inside with
a friend of hers I went into the kitchen and grabbed a butter knife and was
holding it in a fist with the tip pointed to the ground when I slowly
walked into the living room where my sister was playing with her friend I had
a blank look on my face and was shaking and kept repeating that mommy needs help
she's fighting the devil across the street in the tone my sister
yelled for my mom and she came into the house and asked me what was wrong and I
just kept repeating mommy needs help she's fighting the devil across the
street in the tunnel my mom kept shaking me and telling me she was right here and
to snap out of it she said I was in that state for about an hour where I was just
staring off into nowhere and finally I snapped back into reality I started
acting normal but didn't remember anything
my mom was convinced I was possessed later that night and when it was bath
time she noticed that I had three bad burn marks on my shoulder that she says
looked like they were from the claws of a demon it's also important to note that
my mother was abandoned as a child she was adopted and has always been
spiritual she has experienced being saved by a guardian angel when she was
young she found herself too far away from her rural house at nightfall and
felt impending danger closing in on her she can't explain what it was but she
knew she was in danger and scared she closed her eyes and when she opened them
she was all of a sudden on her front porch which was hundreds of yards away
from where she was so the next experience was from my younger brother's
perspective he is younger by a year and a half and we shared a bedroom in bunk
beds until I was 11 I slept on the top bunk and he was on the bottom our room
was always extremely messy with toys scattered all over the place one morning
about 4 a.m. my brother woke up and he said he saw my mom crouched down to
clean up the toys he only saw her back and her hair which was a mix of gray and
dyed blond my mother always wore a long light blue flowy nightgown to bed which
was easily recognizable he didn't think anything of it and went right back to
sleep in the morning when we both woke up the
room was spotless and I asked him how that happened
he explained that he saw mom in there cleaning in the middle of the night at
breakfast we asked her why she cleaned our room and needless to say she told us
she had never been in our room she went in to look and was amazed at how clean
it was since it was never like that around this time my brother started
getting frequent night terrors that would scare the living shit out of me
I'd wake up to him screaming standing in the corner of the room facing the wall
and banging his head into it sometimes he would be saying I'm sorry God over
and over sometimes he would be sitting in the middle of the room with his knees
to his chest rocking back and forth saying things that didn't make sense
while bawling his eyes out my dad would come down the long dark hallway to our
room and try to snap him out of it sometimes he would slap him hard to see
if he could get a reaction but his demeanor would never change eventually
my dad said to just leave him be because nothing seemed to snap him out
of it and if you can imagine this was terribly scary as a kid I'd wake up in a
living nightmare scared out of my mind having to watch him do this for
sometimes an hour straight until it would climb back into bed and fall
asleep I remember one particularly scary
episode when I woke up he was sitting on the dresser indian-style with his back
to the mirror covering his eyes and crying and he was saying no I won't you
can't make me look I would try talking to him and sometimes he would respond
but with simple answers I grabbed him by the hand and told him we should go get
some water he got off the dresser and followed me
into the bathroom but refused to go in I went in and turned the faucet on so he
could drink out of it but he didn't want to go into the bathroom because of the
mirror above the sink I finally pushed him and he looked at
himself in the mirror and let out the loudest blood-curdling scream and was so
frightened at his reflection that he passed out this continued for years and
would probably happen once every two or three months
and always in the wee hours of the morning when I finally moved out of that
room down the long hallway to the big bedroom around age 11 it was almost more
scary waking up down there alone hearing my brothers Fitz down the hall a few
more important details about this house that you'll need to know is that the
electrical and plumbing systems were very old and never updated as a result
many lights would never work including the most important one for me as a child
the light in the long dark hallway outside my room which connected to my
brother's room sister's room and the only bathroom which was straight down
the hallway when my brother was having his fits I'd opened the door and reach
my hand out to flick the light switch on but it would rarely work if I wanted to
go check on him I'd have to run down the hallway in the pitch dark filling the
walls to get to his room this was the worst so many times I'd just be too
scared and would stay in my room with my light on now the old plumbing and piping
in the house meant that when you turned on a faucet not only would it sometimes
be a rusty red colored water for a few seconds which would then turn into clear
normal-looking water but there was a distinct - whistle sound when it came
out which intensified with how strong the stream was many times I'd wake up
and I'd hear the whistle and the water on full-blast in the bathroom I'd have
to sprint down the pitch dark hallway to flick on the bathroom light and shut off
the faucet imagine that dread for a second not only do you have to sprint
down the hallway towards the scary noise in the dark but you think that anything
could be in that bathroom when he flicked the light on then I'd have to
sprint down the hall again to my room the worst part is after I would shut it
off and get back to sleep I'd wake up an hour later to the faucet on again this
happened intermittently for years my dad always said it was just my brother doing
it to scare me but my brother denied it this would be a pretty elaborate hoax to
pull for so many years the last thing I want to preface before
getting into the terrifying ouija night regards one of my girlfriends in my
adult years I was dating a beautiful Venezuelan woman with long black hair we
dated for about a year before I learned of her childhood in Venezuela where she
gained local notoriety is an incredibly powerful medium some days she claimed as
many as 30 ghosts would be trying to communicate through her it got so bad
that her mother had to take her to Zimbabwe to a witch doctor who is
renowned for being able to reverse or suppress the powers that mediums have
when it gets too overwhelming for them I know I couldn't believe it either but
when I met her mother she told me the whole thing and she cried while telling
it my girlfriend also showed me the scars on her ankles knees and wrists
tiny little slits that I never noticed before where the witch doctor cut her to
drain some blood for the ceremony so how did this topic of her being a medium
come up we were staying at a friend's house for his annual party where we
played drinking games hit up his pool do a bonfire and then go gambling on horses
everyone stayed in the house but my girlfriend and I brought my new
tent and blow-up mattress to stay in his backyard it was a pretty rural area and
his backyard adjoined to a big cornfield in the morning we were pillow talking
and I thought she was just trying to scare me when she said did you hear the
little girl outside the tent last night I played along and said yeah that was
creepy right she said that she circled around the tent a few times and then ran
into the cornfield the whole day I didn't think anything of it because I
thought we were just playfully trying to scare each other in the morning well
later that night I told my friend Mark who owns the house that my girlfriend
said she heard a little girl hanging around our tent
his face went white he said wait a minute
how the fuck do you know about the little girl
are you serious and I said what are you talking about and I guess there's some
urban myth story on his street that a little girl who went missing decades ago
in the cornfields sometimes comes out of them at night and he always thought it
was bullshit this is when I asked my girlfriend if she was serious and did
she actually hear a little girl and that's when she came clean with the
whole medium back story she said after Zimbabwe her powers weren't as strong
but she would still get periodic ghosts that would try and talk to her after I
created her crazy childhood medium story with her mom I brought her to my dad's
house where I grew up and she could only stay in the house for a few minutes
before she had to leave she said the dread she felt in there was the most
overwhelming sense of dread she had ever had in her life and she never wanted to
return okay so to the Ouija board night my brother is now 20 years old and I'm
22 my mom lives in a house in our small city's downtown area and my brother
spends a lot of time there because she lets him drink and smoke weed he had
been there with his girlfriend playing the Ouija board all night and I got
there after a night drinking with friends the door was locked and I
knocked he came flying down the stairs and swished open the curtain to see me
standing there it looked like he had literally just seen a ghost I've never
seen him this scared he just tells me to come inside and I wouldn't believe what
was going on he says he and his girlfriend have been playing the Ouija
board and they have this very strong evil spirit who calls himself a Z and
they have been talking all night he's a Z because he encompasses everything and
is omnipresent apparently my brother says AZ has been spelling out kill mom
and saying evil things about her all night she was sleeping in the room next
door through it all a Z was very sexual and vulgar my
brother said that he had knocked down a crucifix off the wall and opened and
closed the bathroom door just a few minutes before I got there the hair on
the back of my neck was standing up because I believed my brother and I felt
dread but I didn't have proof that I saw with my own eyes I watched them playing
and the planchette was whipping around the board answering questions quickly as
he fixated on me and started by spelling out and brother my brother asked if he
wanted to talk to me and AZ said no he asked if he liked me and Daisy said no I
then asked my brother to tell him that I don't believe in him and I need a sign a
Z spelled out died he then asked if he was going to hurt me and AZ said no and
then spelled out mom at that point I went into my mom's room to make sure she
was okay and she was when I was in her room I stubbed in my toe and tripped a
little bit I came back out into the living room and told Dan that mom was
okay my brother commanded AZ to leave my mother alone he said that I still wanted
to see a sign and the board then spelled out Tripp my brother asked him what he
means by Tripp and I told him that I just stubbed my toe in mom's room then I
started addressing AZ myself I said if I write down a word on a piece of paper
would he be able to see it and spell it he said maybe I asked if he would do it
he said no so I started to verbally abuse him a little bit calling him a
coward and a pussy and that if he really wanted us to know he was real he would
do it the planchette started to fly around the board without stopping
anywhere but eventually spelled out short I asked it if it wanted me to
write short words and it replied yes I went to the far other side of the
apartment with a piece of paper and a pen and I wrote down see I came back and
my brother asked him if he saw what I wrote and just
the planchette slowly circled around the board and landed on s then it slowly
went to e and my heart raced I almost started crying from emotion and then it
landed on X my brother asked me if I wrote down sex and I said no and I
started to shake my brother cursed at a Z calling him a pervert and telling him
to quit playing around the planchette promptly went to sea and
I was like holy shit and then the planchette slid off the board with a
pretty strong force and my mom's cat came running out of my mom's room to the
living room jumped on the couch and scrambled across it then crawled under
the table it was terrified of something I have goosebumps every time I recount
this when my brother got a Z back on the board
I proceeded to keep playing the spelling game next with ocean and then cream and
then three or four more words and each time I would go into a different room
and make sure no one could see what I wrote except for me and I'd fold it up
and put it in my pocket each time I came back into the living room
a Z spelled out the words faster and faster I left the house told my brother
to be safe and went to my friend's house up the road because there's no way in
hell I'd be going back to my dad's that night I can't really explain the feeling
you get when you know without a doubt that something is real other than you
are just overwhelmed with every emotion at the same time make no mistake about
it folks supernatural things do without a doubt exist
you
my wife has been reading the posts I've made here and has enjoyed reading the
input this community is offered she asked that I share this account on her
behalf since in her words she's not good at
telling stories her stepmother was very unique for this
story we'll call her Annie Annie had a very strong unconventional sense of
spirituality claiming to be able to fill the auras of strangers and strongly
believed in the supernatural power of crystals she had started to study books
about the good and evil of witchcraft even going as far as obtaining a Wiccan
book which taught the reader how to make certain potions including those that
would supposedly make their gardens grow quicker since my wife and I grew up just
down the road from each other I had met Annie on several occasions and can vouch
for her odd behavior while my wife was in college she would return home on the
weekends to stay with her father and Annie while there she began to feel a
sort of uneasiness being around her the best way she could describe the feeling
was that of malevolence manipulation and a sense of doom on one night my wife had
returned home with a friend from college for a small celebration of her birthday
they each drank a glass of sangria and spent the evening talking to each other
before deciding it was time to go to bed Annie had already gone to sleep the
friend bedded down on the couch since her sister was out of town my wife went
into her bedroom turned off the lights and went to bed she described the room
as having a queen-size bed with white string lights strung around the
footboard of the bed frame the closet was directly in front of the bed and the
door was standing open once she had fallen asleep my wife said she had the
worst dream she could ever remember having the worst of which was being
molested by a close family member she woke up in a cold sweat and her heart
racing all the while telling herself it was just a dream it was then that she
felt like she was being watched as her eyes adjusted to the
darkness she caught a glimpse of something moving in the closet she sat
upright and looked closer to her horror there was something looking back at her
a small silhouette of a hooded figure stood just in the doorway of the closet
the lights on the bed cast an eerie glow into the opening but it seemed as if the
figure absorbed all light that hit it causing it to appear as a black void she
said she racked her brain trying to remember if there was a jacket hanging
low in the closet or if something had fallen while she was asleep that might
explain what she was seeing as she leaned forward the area where the
figures mouth would be began to open and what she thought was a smile as the
things smile got wider the soft glow of the string lights reflected off of what
she described as gnarled stubs of disgusting teeth she said she became
perturbed at the being and felt that it was what had caused her to have the
awful dreams the thing remained smiling and motionless in the closet with its
gaze fixed on my wife the realization of what she was seeing
finally hit her so she got up and quickly edged her way out of the room
keeping an eye on the beam as to make sure it didn't follow she made her way
into the living room to find her friends still awake breathless she urged her
friend to go back into the room with her they returned turned on the lights and
looked into the closet but found nothing out of the ordinary there was nothing
there that could have explained what she saw talking with her friend about the
incident the next morning she told my wife that when she came into the living
room to get her her face had turned pale white and drained of all color
soon after my wife dropped out of school and moved out of state to live with her
mother it was during this time she found out Annie had been associated with
several people who had moved into a rent house on the property and practiced
satanic rituals it was never proven but a mutilated horse had been found in the
field and it was believed that it was their doing it was never determined if
Annie had taken part in any of these people's practices some months later the
house where the incident had occurred burned down and was a total loss my wife
felt these things were related to her experience two years later my wife and I
had started dating and she moved in with me one county over one night while I was
at work she called me crying she said her father had just called her and told
her Annie had been found dead from an apparent overdose my wife and I have
talked about this at length due to my recent investigation into a supposedly
haunted house she and I both agree that what she saw was a demonic presence
whether or not it was an omen of death and destruction is debatable because the
events that occurred afterwards could be dismissed as being circumstantial we
ruled out sleep paralysis due to the fact that she was able to sit up orient
herself then stand and exit the room all the while being able to see the thing
she and I feel that it's important to share these experiences for several
reasons anyone is subject to witnessing paranormal events and in most cases it
can be someone if not very traumatizing as with any traumatic experience it is
healthy to talk about it and I can tell from my recent experiences here that
this is a good place to do so
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