I guess I can call myself “superstitious” per se… I believe that Karma is a bitch and exists and I am always for zodiac signs. The thing that I’m always most paranoid about, however, is the fact that spirits exist in our world. If you’re a non believer then fine, call me crazy, but at least hear my stories:
I’ll start of with my grandmother. As a child, when she lived in Brooklyn with my great-grandmother, she went into the basement one night because the apartment that her family owned blew a fuse. As she was walking towards the breaker, she saw a grayish mist coming toward her… not to mention that this “mist” was also humming. As the mist drew closer, the mist came out to be woman, and luckily she was harmless. After the encounter, my grams told my greatgrams what had happened and my greatgrams told her that it was probably a previous tenant that had lived in the apartment complex. Days later, the lady was never to be seen again; my grams told me that her spirit was finally put to rest.
Another phenomena that I was told was actually about my greatgrams herself. My greatgrams died on Halloween last year and my aunt and cousins went to visit her grave one day. She was talking to my greatgrams and great-grandfather (we chose for their bodies to be buried next to each other) and all of a sudden there were worms on the ground that spelled out their last name. Unafraid, my aunt continued to converse with them as if she was able to feel their presence.
One of my cousins was stopped at a traffic light next to the graveyard where my great grandparents died and the eeriest thing occurred. The inside of the car suddenly turned cold. My cousin stepped out the car to feel the temperature and it seemed normal. So then she checked if the AC was on but it was off. Puzzled, she continued to wait for the light to turn green until a white figure looking like our great-grandfather walked across her car. She was frozen for a while until she realized that there was nothing to worry about; it was just Granpapa looking out for her.
A few months ago, my brother was in our basement doing the laundry when something propelled him to turn around. He shifted and saw a white figure about 8 feet away from him just standing. He blinked and then it disappeared. It’s funny because I, too, have seen mysterious figures around my house but instead of them being white, they appear black.
Lastly, here’s my personal experience with a phenomena. So I was maybe about 13-14ish and I had woken up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I finished my business, I saw my grams at the bottom of the steps just standing there. She was wearing all white and her outline/silhouette/contour (whatever you want to call it) was a little hazy. Young and naïve, I said hello but she didn’t respond; instead, she just walked away. So the next morning, I get up and explain to her what had happened and she told me that she didn’t recall seeing me, let alone waking up in the middle of the night to do anything. The strangest part of the whole thing was the night-gown she was wearing… it wasn’t white.
So that leaves us with the question, “So who’s watching you, Toni?” Well, it’s been about a year and a half since things got stranger in my house. Doors that my siblings and I closed become open in a couple of hours, I see no orbs really but shapes/figures in my peripheral vision, I feel like I’m being touched on my arms and legs every once in a while, and the hairs on the back of neck stand when nobody else is awake at night. This also really sucks because I have to go into the basement right now to put my dad’s clothes in the dryer… Honestly, though, I feel like my house isn’t haunted because I have not yet to feel a cold spot, have and physical markings on me, and/or hear things when nobody else is present. So who knows? Maybe I am very paranoid, but it’s only because of the amount of scary movies at night and the material that I pick up from watching them. But I swear it all feels real! It really does… but at the same time, I know my house can’t be haunted because nobody that we don’t know died in our house (or at least that we know of) and this house wasn’t built on a hidden graveyard or any dead bodies so why am I getting these paranoid feelings? If anything, the only ghosts that should be present in this house is Jesus (sorry if you’re not into that haha) and my greatgrams because she died in my house last year.
So what are you guys’ stories? Have you had a paranormal encounter? Have you been contacted in some way by spirits? Have you ever felt like your paranoia has reached over your limit? This kind of stuff interests me; please let me know.