My experiences with the paranormal

I don't remember always being able to know or see the paranormal. I remember the instances starting to happen when I was a pre-teen.

 

I stayed with my grandparents a lot when I was kid, they were like second parent. My grandad had to have a leg removed because of diabetes. Not long after he had the amputation he died of a blood clot. I was staying there the night he died, he went peacefully in his sleep. My dad frequently went to work in the early hours and I would have to go to my grandparents house. I remember one morning letting myself in and I layed on the front couch to sleep. Not long after that I heard my grandad calling for "Janie" that is what he called my grandmother. He had been dead for a while at that point and I just calmly walked out the door and went home to an empty house.

 

I am from a small town in Kentucky and we have a big farm. I can remember feeling someone was watching me from the back trees, I knew someone was there. Once I heard footsteps in our trailer, it was new when I was born. One time I had a sleepover and everyone saw red eyes under my bed, there was no animals, nothing plugged under my bed.

 

Later on when I got married I moved in with my husband and his family, we lived in the basement. One night we decided to play with a Ouija board, something happened. We let go of the planchet but it kept moving. We wrote down the information which would never be significant, but the events that happened later would be. My husband started changing once a loving man that cried alot turned into a monster. He would trap me in the basement sitting in front of the doors threatening that if I tried to leave the room he would kill me. He would go off at the drop of a hat, there was no controlling him. One day I was in the basement and heard scratching, followed by something calling my name. Whatever it was pounded on the walls.

 

Making excuses for him I thought we just needed to get away from his overbearing parents. I found a huge trailer for free and worked hard to get it to my property. He didn't change and other aspects of our life was now changing. We loved animals, we had 3 dogs and 2 cats. One dog died suddenly, with no known cause. One cat got deathly sick, when we got her she was fine. We would wake in the middle of the night to our doors standing wide open, even though I know I locked them. Our air conditioner would turn itself on in winter, unplugged. My husband morphed into an even deeper, meaner person. The beatings became more regular and more violent. I put an end to it and abandoned the trailer which belongs to someone else now.

Once when we weren't home my dad was at my property (with the evil trailer). He heard something loud in our bedroom, followed by the sound of someone running down the hall. He went to the front of the trailer calling our names wondering if we were there. In our front kitchen window was a woman with brown, curly hair; he thought she was my sister. The "she" wasn't my sister, my sister had never even been to our trailer.

 

Although I feel things, I don't see anything anymore. I have closed myself off, I don't want to be a magnet anymore for my sons sake.

 

By April Denton