When I was young my family had moved to West Virginia. My parents had just bought a house and we moved in the Summer of 1989. Things were pretty normal from the start. I met my neighbor who would become my best friend, and I was just your normal kid. At the time we had an Atari, so I played that like crazy, you know once a gamer always a gamer. But, I am getting off topic. My parents had setup my room diagonally from their room. My mother wanted to be able to look across the hallway into my room to make sure I didn’t roll out of my bed.
This is where things start getting interesting…
One night I was asleep and my mother felt the urge to wake up and look into my room. She had told me, not until I was about to graduate High School in 2004, that she had seen a black orb floating over my bed. When she saw it, it was like it noticed her and flew towards her and behind the the headboard of their bed. After that only her and I would hear and see things.
Fast forward 3-6 years, and my Grandmother and Aunt had come down from PA to visit. In a hospitable fashion, my parents offered to sleep in our family room downstairs, and my Grandmother took their bedroom, with my Aunt taking the Guest Room/Den right next to my room. One night, we were all asleep, and I had this urge to wake up for some reason. As I opened my eyes, I saw a tall dark silhouette pointing what looked like a pistol at me. I freaked out! I exited the right side of my bed and ran to the farthest corner of my room. Remembering my parents were downstairs I stomped on the floor screaming at the top of my lungs for help, but nobody came. It felt like as loud as I could scream no one heard. After some time I went back to bed.
The next morning, I woke up and went to the door of my room. I hear my Grandmother, Aunt, Mother, and Father all in the kitchen talking. My Grandmother and Aunt ask my parents if they heard me last night. They replied yes. When my Grandmother and Aunt asked if why they didn’t check on me, my parents simply replied…it happens a lot.
In the Summer of 2000, we had moved out of that house and into a new one where we had the pastor of our church bless the house. We didn’t hear anything or see anything the remainder of the time in WV. I was curious though, ever since my experience with the shadow person I had gotten interested in the Paranormal and researched why I would see something like that. My mother and I were talking, and she had said that she didn’t want to tell me about the history of the house since I was too young. I said, well I’m 17 now and can handle what you have to have to say. She said that a family that used to own the house had be a little abusive with their kids and had used the room I was in as a makeshift hold cell to punish their children. They would lock their children in there. What I had researched had said that no one has die in place in order for it to haunted. All a place needs is enough dark energy, and boom it’s haunted.
After my mother told me this, it got me thinking. Was what I witnessed that night years ago a re-enactment of an event? Did what ever was possessing that house want me to know what happened?
Submitted by Jason to Weird Darkness and My Haunted Life Too
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