Mischevous Happenings

I believe I had had paranormal or unexplainable experiences since I was a child.

One of my earliest memories is of when I was around 5. (I know I was under the age of 6 because my dad still lived with us at the time)

It was a morning and I was walking along our landing heading to the stairs to join my family for breakfast. I specifically remember I was wearing my school uniform. I felt something grab me by the ribs, it felt quite sharp yet tickled at the same time, and I heard this weird giggle. I find it hard to describe the giggle, it was distorted and high pitched, yet didn't sound childish. I yelled out "DAD" angrily and turned around but no one was there. I quickly ran downstairs and my family were eating at the table, no one was upstairs. I told my mother about it, by this time I was crying and very frightened, and she told me I imagined it and calmed me down.

I often think about this experience and try to make sense of it, but I never can.

For the rest of my childhood into my teens, I never experienced any more touching (thankfully). I did feel something lay next to me on the bed when I was staying at my grandmother's. I had my back turned at the time but when I turned around the bed was empty and looked untouched.

These occurrences really frightened me. Whenever they happened my heart would pound and I needed someone to comfort me. Whatever it was wasn't welcome. I felt like I was being harassed, or perhaps that something enjoyed scaring me. I always ran.

However, in my late teens I was going through a really hard time. I had started to starve myself. I lived off an apple a day. This wasn't caused by the "events," it was more of an obsession with being thin. It got to the point where I could barely get out of bed. I would often just sleep for days and miss university. One night I was feeling particularly bad. I was laid in my bed on my side, with my eyes open and I was crying. It was probably the lowest point of my life.

I felt so miserable, hopeless and useless. I was having very dark thoughts. And then suddenly I felt a warming rush in my chest, a very calming and releasing feeling. I had one of my hands out of the covers leaning over the bed, and I felt something very warm and soft, gently clasp it. My dark thoughts disappeared and I suddenly started to get an overwhelming feeling of, "You're going to be okay". I felt that something was with me, and knew how I felt. I smiled and fell asleep, feeling safe.

This experience changed my outlook somewhat on these experiences. I became less timid and more intrigued. Things calmed down for many years and the rest of my teens were quite paranormal free.

In my earlier 20s (I'm 23 now) I met my current boyfriend and I started to regularly stay at his house. Often at night we could hear footsteps on the landing, although my boyfriend didn't seem phased and said that it had been happening for years and that he had become used to it.

One night when I was staying I suddenly woke up and sat bolt upright. I felt like someone else was in the room with us and wanted to communicate. I wasn't particularly frightened, but frustrated because I couldn't communicate. I really wanted to go into the hallway for reasons unknown to me, so I got up and walked into the hall. The feeling was the same, it was like the air was tingling, I felt a sensation in my chest. I sat down cross legged and stared into the blackness, hoping I could make sense of what was happening, but I had no luck.

The waking up thing became a regular occurrence, once a week at least. I told my boyfriend about it but he was cynical and dismissed it. My boyfriend decided that he wanted to move around the things in his room. This included the bed and a TV stand with a medium sized TV on it.

The following morning at around 5am, we were both woken by a very loud bang. On the floor was a large picture frame, which frighteningly the bed was previously under. We inspected the frame, it was attached to the wall by a string across hooked on a nail, but neither the nail nor the string had changed. The only way to get this picture off the wall, was to lift it.

We were really freaked out, but we decided to go back to sleep. We had had a late night and my boyfriend had college later on.

He had left, and at around 11am (I'm lazy, I know) I was woken by another bang, this one wasn't as loud. I looked around and another picture frame was on the floor. This one was previously perched on top of the TV. We discussed these events thoroughly, and we just kept going in circles, we couldn't explain it.

The footsteps in the hallway became more frequent, and we both started to feel uneasy in particular rooms of the house. The hallway, landing and kitchen had weird vibes, and we never liked to be alone in those areas.

There is one more experience that stands out to me. It was my last experience where I felt fear, and it was the first where I experienced visual phenomena.

Once again I was laying in bed, my boyfriend was at college. I was awoken by the bedroom door and my boyfriend came in. I was still half asleep so my yes were quite blurred. He got into bed with me, still fully clothed and climbed on top of me and started to kiss me. Then he sat up so he was kind of straddling me, and I opened my eyes properly to look at him. I screamed and sat bolt upright and he quickly disappeared. When I looked at him he had wide bright blue eyes (His eyes are hazel) and he had a very wide distorted smile on his face. This time I couldn't go back to sleep, I got dressed and spent the rest of the day texting my boyfriend to come home. I couldn't eat and it took me all day to calm down.

I am almost 100% certain this was not a nightmare; it was far too vivid.

Currently the house is calm and nothing has happened recently. Sometimes I get the feeling of being watched in the kitchen, but it's more startling than frightening.

I know this all probably sounds totally crazy but I promise I am not making this up. I am sharing my story because I would really like some insight and perhaps some explanation.

Thanks for reading,

Kel