Things Happen, and Life Goes On

by "Zaikalan"
(Fort Wayne, Indiana)

I've had a lot of paranormal experiences in my life. My dream is to one day maybe become a paranormal investigator, or maybe just a tourist on a haunted sight. My experiences are a bit strange though, I must tell you. I am currently 15 years old, soon to be 16 in the beginning of December. My connections with the paranormal started when I was very young, I was able to see the memories of those in the past, no matter what region, country, or state they were from, as long as it is something truly from the past. None of my experiences have been debunked yet, since it is close to impossible. I've had others as well as myself try to explain them, and failed. I am still able to see these memories, more commonly in my dreams now, or depending on if I happen to stumble across an area where a death has occured.

Maybe once or twice a month, I'll get a dream that I can never finish; sort of like a "Clue", I suppose. I'll have the same dream, ending at the same part until I get an idea of what it is I'm supposed to do. It lasts for a while at the beginning because they're so confusing, but I've gotten the hang of it, so I do whatever I can to hurry and solve it. They all lead up to a strange even involving the past, or maybe something tragic that's about to happen, and I usually have to wonder if I'm the one doing this, or if someone else is. there's really no way to explain it. It starts all the way to the Indians, I believe. And recently, I discovered I'm a South Peigan Blackfoot Indian, so at least I know if I get more into that culture, that it could help a little next time I get something like that.

I've lived in an apartment complex from October 31st 2003, until 7th or 8th grade, I believe, when we moved into a blue house. I can't remember the address, and I wouldn't like to give the address away either since there's a slim chance someone might be living there. Not very many people have lived in that house. When I lived there, I went into deep depression for about 2 years, though I seemed to be in control of it, and was able to force a happy-go-lucky act so no one would catch on to me. The house had a basement, and an attic, too, I think. I slept in one of the bedrooms upstairs. At night, I would walk around the house and make sure that everything was locked, secured, and shut. I would also turn of everyone's lights and t.v's. My eyes quickly adjust to the darkness, but I had brought a flashlight to identify things so I wouldn't get any weird ideas, since I was still young and had quite the imagination. Everyone would be sound asleep, and we didn't have a pet, so I found it odd that I would be hearing things such as footsteps, and voices so late at night. I was afraid of the basement. I was also afraid of the attic, even though I never went up there, I got a strange, eerie feeling from both areas. No one was able to get me to go down into the basement without trying to force me. I stood at the top of the stairs to the basement one night and had the flashlight pointed to the dead center down the stairs, and asked in a low voice: "Is anyone down there?" I felt stupid for doing it, since I could've been killed if someone really was there. At that moment, I felt a violent, cold chill crawl up my spine, and felt a pair of hands press against my back, giving me a hard push, but luckily, I held onto the rails, so I only stumbled, refusing to go into that basement, I turned around, but there was no one there. My only response as I was running to my room was the sound of laughter; a man's laugh.

After that, I've always been hiding in my room. Always. Unless it was time to eat, or I really really had to go to the bathroom, etc. , or leave to go somewhere with my family, or school, I would not leave. I started to receive nightly visits from different spirits. A little girl, a faceless woman, and the man. The girl, I named K.K., since that was what's sewn into the left side of her nightgown, with the way she dressed, and her slight southern accent, I'd guess she's from the 1700's. She confused me as her mother, and followed me around a lot, for as long as I could remember when I lived there. I didn't really have much of a problem with her, except for that she touched me, or stared at me a lot, and it was hard to get used to, being touched. The faceless woman, I draw frequently to keep her image in my head, since I have no idea who she is. She doesn't speak to me directly, but occassionally, I will hear what I think is her laugh from time to time before she disappears. She first showed herself to me in a dream, and it is only when she does that, that she talks. The one who has had a negative affect on me, the one that I fear the most, is the man. I call him the "Creepy Man" since he's always dressed in black, and he's always watching me when he's around. Always. I don't know how, but somehow, he's "Bonded" himself to me. There was a time, he tried to kill me, and it actually worked sort of. I was told that my heart had stopped, when I woke up to a group of people and some paramedics hovering over me once, at 6:10am. I remember waking up at 6:03, and going back to sleep at 6:08 They couldn't find anything wrong with me, and I decided to keep it that way.

What had actually happened, was that I was sleeping over at my auntie's house, and woke up feeling like someone was choking me. When I opened my eyes, I saw nothing, but I knew who was there. I knew it was him. I could feel his cold eyes on me. I'm not an easy person to kill, I think I was merely unconcious the whole time, but a doctor knows best, so I believe that my heart stopped for a bit, since that's what he told me. I only remember darkness during that time, and meeting up with the same ghost that tried to kill me. I looked him in the eye, and said, "Not Today."

He merely laughed at me and said. "I'm sure I'll see you again soon."

(I have a lot more stories of individual experiences, but I'd just thought this would make a good starter. If this is actually worth reading to you, I'll start posting more, but if not, then I apologize for sharing o.o;; )