I don't mean surviving a car crash (although that would be terrifying.) I mean ghosts and demons.
Please put as much detail in it as possible
Please put as much detail in it as possible
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This is a little long, so I copied and pasted one of my other posts.
I grew up in a house that had ghosts and demons and we've had many, many experiences. My scariest one: this happened in the afternoon and I was home alone (my dad was at work, my mom and siblings were visiting family in another state, I had to stay home due to work). I was in my room cleaning it (I always kept my door closed..my brother's room was right across the hall from mine and he had a demon (he called it "monk") in his room and I never wanted to see it and thought closing my door would keep it out too). I had the radio cranked up and was dancing around and singing while I was cleaning. I never touched drugs and only used alcohol socially. Anyhow, I suddenly heard what sounded like people come into the house and started ransacking it. I could hear glass shattering, heavy things falling, things breaking, just total destruction. I quickly turned off my radio and thought about jumping out one of the 2 windows, but thought that they'd either catch me on my way out a window, or there'd be people outside as well who'd catch me, so, I had to hide. I kept under my bed packed with crap so that nobody could hide under there, unfortunately, I couldn't either (same with my closet). The only thing I could do was to jump in bed, cover up, and pray that when they got to my room, that they wouldn't see me in bed. My father was a very evil man, very abusive, and told us quite a bit that he had contracts out on us and that we'd never know when it'll happen, so, I was thinking this was my time, that it would look like a break in. I could still hear extreme ransacking when I heard my door fly open. I tried not to breathe so they wouldn't see me. I felt someone come to my bed and it was like they were standing over me. I was still holding my breath and I waited. I was praying that they'd hurry up and do their job and that I wouldn't feel it, that it would just be quick and painless. It seems that I waited for so long but nothing was happening and I couldn't take it anymore. I uncovered my head, and right in my face, nearly nose to nose, was an extremely old man, when I mean old, I'm saying think of the oldest man that ever walked this earth and multiply that. His face was so wrinkly that it almost looked melted. He had black horn-rimmed glasses. I couldn't see his body or if anyone else was around because he was so close. He was definitely not friendly. He just stayed in my face, nose-to-nose, staring at me. I couldn't breathe. I could still hear the ransacking. This stare down seemed to last forever. When I just couldn't take it anymore, I covered back up, terrified, and praying to God to hurry up and let them get it over with and let it be quick and painless. Suddenly, everything stopped. I no longer felt someone standing over me, no longer heard the bangs, crashes, and such from the ransacking, I heard nothing at all, just quiet. I waited, finally I uncovered my head, nobody was there. I thought about jumping out the windows again, but was afraid that some of them might still be outside. I couldn't hear a thing in the house. My door was closed, yet, I never heard it close. I'd heard it fly open and bang against the wall, never heard it close though. I finally quietly opened the door, nothing. Finally made it down the hall, still, nobody in the house. Once I made it to the main part of the house, there was absolutely nothing, nothing out of place, nothing broken, just nothing! The house was immaculate and still locked up. As I said, no drugs, no alcohol, totally sane, middle of the day and I was cleaning my room (so I wasn't dreaming this up). I was 17 years old then. I'll never forget that, it still sends shivers. I called and told my mom about what happened. I never told my other siblings until many years later. After my mom died, myself and my siblings were reminiscing about our childhoods and the paranormal things we went through and I brought up this incident. My youngest sister described the old man perfectly, saying that she had a similar encounter, but her's happened after I'd already left home, but there was no ransacking of the house with her experience, The old man was hovering over here, she could see his body, where I could see no further than his face since he was so close to me. So, that's just one of my many stories.
I grew up in a house that had ghosts and demons and we've had many, many experiences. My scariest one: this happened in the afternoon and I was home alone (my dad was at work, my mom and siblings were visiting family in another state, I had to stay home due to work). I was in my room cleaning it (I always kept my door closed..my brother's room was right across the hall from mine and he had a demon (he called it "monk") in his room and I never wanted to see it and thought closing my door would keep it out too). I had the radio cranked up and was dancing around and singing while I was cleaning. I never touched drugs and only used alcohol socially. Anyhow, I suddenly heard what sounded like people come into the house and started ransacking it. I could hear glass shattering, heavy things falling, things breaking, just total destruction. I quickly turned off my radio and thought about jumping out one of the 2 windows, but thought that they'd either catch me on my way out a window, or there'd be people outside as well who'd catch me, so, I had to hide. I kept under my bed packed with crap so that nobody could hide under there, unfortunately, I couldn't either (same with my closet). The only thing I could do was to jump in bed, cover up, and pray that when they got to my room, that they wouldn't see me in bed. My father was a very evil man, very abusive, and told us quite a bit that he had contracts out on us and that we'd never know when it'll happen, so, I was thinking this was my time, that it would look like a break in. I could still hear extreme ransacking when I heard my door fly open. I tried not to breathe so they wouldn't see me. I felt someone come to my bed and it was like they were standing over me. I was still holding my breath and I waited. I was praying that they'd hurry up and do their job and that I wouldn't feel it, that it would just be quick and painless. It seems that I waited for so long but nothing was happening and I couldn't take it anymore. I uncovered my head, and right in my face, nearly nose to nose, was an extremely old man, when I mean old, I'm saying think of the oldest man that ever walked this earth and multiply that. His face was so wrinkly that it almost looked melted. He had black horn-rimmed glasses. I couldn't see his body or if anyone else was around because he was so close. He was definitely not friendly. He just stayed in my face, nose-to-nose, staring at me. I couldn't breathe. I could still hear the ransacking. This stare down seemed to last forever. When I just couldn't take it anymore, I covered back up, terrified, and praying to God to hurry up and let them get it over with and let it be quick and painless. Suddenly, everything stopped. I no longer felt someone standing over me, no longer heard the bangs, crashes, and such from the ransacking, I heard nothing at all, just quiet. I waited, finally I uncovered my head, nobody was there. I thought about jumping out the windows again, but was afraid that some of them might still be outside. I couldn't hear a thing in the house. My door was closed, yet, I never heard it close. I'd heard it fly open and bang against the wall, never heard it close though. I finally quietly opened the door, nothing. Finally made it down the hall, still, nobody in the house. Once I made it to the main part of the house, there was absolutely nothing, nothing out of place, nothing broken, just nothing! The house was immaculate and still locked up. As I said, no drugs, no alcohol, totally sane, middle of the day and I was cleaning my room (so I wasn't dreaming this up). I was 17 years old then. I'll never forget that, it still sends shivers. I called and told my mom about what happened. I never told my other siblings until many years later. After my mom died, myself and my siblings were reminiscing about our childhoods and the paranormal things we went through and I brought up this incident. My youngest sister described the old man perfectly, saying that she had a similar encounter, but her's happened after I'd already left home, but there was no ransacking of the house with her experience, The old man was hovering over here, she could see his body, where I could see no further than his face since he was so close to me. So, that's just one of my many stories.