In 2005, while serving in the U.S. Navy, I took leave in between duty stations. At the time, I was engaged to a Sailor who lived in Pennsylvania, I'll call him Tim. I decided that I would visit him between visiting family in Michigan and Florida. Being that it wasn't too far from where my dad lived in Michigan, my dad and my stepmom drove me to Tim's house. Immediately upon pulling into the driveway, I was overcome with a sense of dread that I did not express to my dad or stepmom.
The house was older, not well maintained, and was surrounded by weeds and untamed trees and bushes. It looked like a house you would see in a horror film. However, I really wanted to see Tim, so I sucked it up, wrote it off as nerves about being in an unfamiliar place, and went inside. The only way to describe what I felt when I went inside is to say that it felt like the house was bursting with negative energy. I felt like there were multiple spirits and honestly, the feeling was overwhelming. It almost felt like the house was alive; it was an absolutely awful feeling but now I was stuck. My dad was already gone and I didn't have a way to call him because he didn't have a cellphone.
Tim was still at work so I was forced to sit in the house by myself for an hour or so, the entire time I literally felt like I was in danger. To add to that sense of fear, the house was incredibly dark (it was nighttime), and it was like the lamps in the house couldn't penetrate the darkness. Tim finally came home and we went to bed shortly after. I barely slept the first night because I didn't feel safe, however, the first night was pretty uneventful.
The next night, I again struggled to sleep. I felt like something or someone was bent over me, staring down at me, it felt like their face was just inches from mine. It was absolutely terrible. I did my best to ignore it because I didn't want to act weird in front of my fiancé and somehow, I managed to fall asleep. The next morning, I woke up and started stretching out. As I was stretching, I realized my hair felt funny, like there was something heavy in it. I reached up to feel what it was, and realized that during my sleep, something or someone, had pulled back a chunk of my hair and clipped it with what looked like a little girls hairclip. It was a jelly clip, clear pink with glitter in it, and it clipped like a banana clip. It should be noted that there were no little girls in the house at any time while I was there. This freaked me out so bad, I still get goosebumps all these years later, I don't understand how I could have slept through someone pulling my hair back and clipping it. I asked Tim about it and he was as unsure as I was. It was so creepy and weird.
The visit with my fiancé was overall pretty terrible, so bad in fact that I changed my flight and left several days earlier than planned. That sense of dread and fear lasted the entire time we were in that house and I'll never forget it. It was a feeling so awful, I've never experienced it before or since this event, even with numerous "ghostly" experiences. To add to this, my dad and stepmom felt that same sense of dread but they didn't say anything because I was an adult and they didn't want to interfere with my plans. My dad told me that he actually almost turned around to come get me because of the feeling he had (looking back, I wish he had). Tim and I ended up ending our relationship just after the visit. I wish I still had the address of the house because I would like to research its history.
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