Paranormal Problems!

Now I’m a skeptic and I love being a skeptic the feeling that I’m the only rational person is great.
But my rationality has been tested many times and I have to admit I have had experiences I cannot explain.

It started when I was around 8 the first time I saw something I was in bed at my fathers house I was woken by a small noise and I sat up and looked around the room and saw my mother in the doorway – my mother lived more than 40 miles away, she had no car and had been divorced from my father for 4 years so naturally, I asked her what she was doing there.

The thing shook its head slowly and I looked around rubbed my eyes and looked back at her and noticed her feet were missing, I mean her visage ended at her skirt.I was really confused and quite scared so I said “ok well I’m going to sleep now” and I lay back down and turned my back and willed myself not to look and whatever it was moved closer but I refused to look and fell asleep through sheer will-power!
I used to hear very loud crashing sounds – like someone had picked up a drying rack filled with plates and cutlery and dropped it on the floor, I heard laughing, running, thumping – I wasn’t the only one, my siblings heard it too.

I always thought there was a logical explanation for it, I just didn’t know what that logical explanation was!

When I was 13 my mother moved and we went in tow, oddly enough even though this house was a newer build odd things started happening the very first day we moved in.

My sister (who is a very accomplished organizational wizard!) was unpacking boxes alone in the house while my mother and me were at the hospital visiting a friend when my mother got a call from my sister in total hysterics – refusing to re-enter the property.
On our way back to help her we managed to gauge that she had been in the kitchen when she turned to retrieve another box the door slammed in front of her, she thought it must be a breeze but she could not force it open when she managed to burst through EVERY door, window, cupboard and drawer was open she saw this to have happened in EVERY room in the house.

When we arrived she was crying in the driveway, I went inside and she was absolutely right everything had been wrenched open, one very heavy chest of draws and been opened with such force we had to chip some of the wood away to fit it back it!My mother and I went around the house simply closing all the windows and doors etc but I was struck at the amount of sheer force that was used to open them.

After that things did not die down, the running, the banging, thumping, laughing and crashing were heard by us all but we treated it like a pest problem. Until things got physical.
At 16 I was moved into the small box room against my wishes and my mother decorated it to soften the blow. Part of this renovation was a padded carpet, unfortunately, my mother did not have time to shave the end of the bedroom door which made it very hard to open – but I was a teenager with no privacy so I didn’t complain as it gave me valuable seconds to ‘act normal’It did mean that the door needed to be forced open, usually shoved open with a shoulder, several times – jerked open.

Then, one night I was woken by the friction of the door against the carpet (I have terrible insomnia and am one of the lightest sleepers alive!) I turned over and watched the door slowly and smoothly open in front of me, expecting to see someone behind it I said “Who is it” but nothing was there, I looked hard, rubbed my eyes, double and triple checked for anything that could explain it.
Then suddenly all the books and videos (Yes it was THAT long ago!) I had on my desk fell to the floor so I got out of bed and picked them up as I did I heard thudding which made me look around and an invisible open hand full-on smacked me in the face! I yelled “OWWWW SON OF A BITCH!” and woke up the rest of the house, everyone came running in asking what had happened, turned the light on to see a partial handprint on my face even though there was no culprit in sight. It was however gone 4am and so despite the invisible attack, I decided to just go back to sleep.

The very next night I was yet again woken by the sound of my door slowly and smoothly opening I took a quick look but decided to turn away so as not to present a target! I heard what sounded like a woman’s voice say “Come with me” and then it shoved me into the wall which split my lip and bruised my wrist!The next night when the door opened by itself I made no attempt to look but I soon I felt a pressure around my ankle and I was pulled suddenly out of bed, my mother was woken by the noise and came into the bedroom and turned the light on – my back seared with pain and my mother found a large scratch all the way up my back.She took this event quite seriously and asked if I would rather sleep elsewhere but after I calmed down I decided to stay put.

Say what you will about this but I was a teenager and at 4;00 in the morning I had no other desire than to go back to sleep! I didn’t care and on more than one night I said: “If you want to scare me try doing so when I’m not half-asleep, how am I supposed to be scared of you if I can’t see you!?”

The next night as the door opened I held on to the corner of my bed determined not to be pulled out again – this time it yanked my duvet off and then tried to pull me but I managed to hold on, once it stopped I got up to recover the duvet only to find that I could not lift it off the ground, this made no sense so I turned the light on and looked to see if there was anything that could be holding it down but there was nothing there, I kept pulling at it and swearing profusely but this had no effect other than waking my mother again! She came to help me pry it off the floor but it still wouldn’t move. After a minute or so she gave up and said “would you like the spare duvet in the cupboard?” and we went to get it while doing so we left the room and the door slammed shut so hard it made the house shake she then said to me “I bet you can pick your cover-up now!” and she was right! And yet again after offering to switch rooms for the night I declined and went to back to bed.

The next night was the last, again the door opened and again I ignored it then something both invisible and very heavy sat on the end of my bed, I sat up I could an actual indentation but still, no one was there, I stared for a few moments and then said “You’re on my foot” and no joke whatever this was LEANED OVER and I managed to pull my foot free. I stared again wondering what I should do but it was nearly 5am and I was tired so I said “Ok well, I’m going back to sleep Ii don’t care anymore” so I laid down and tried to ignore this breach of the law of physics.It stayed for a few more minutes and then there was a gush of cold air some thudding and then the door slammed again with such force that it woke my mother! She came in and said, “Thing again?” I said “Yeah, I think I might’ve pissed it off”

It may have given up on me but the activity didn’t stop, our boom-box radio would turn itself on in the middle of the night, even after my mother had taken the batteries out and unplugged it – it still would turn on, it was deafening and even if you could get close enough to turn the volume down, it wouldn’t budge.

Eventually, my mother could no longer ignore the constant unusual occurrences and she called in a type of exorcist, a very old man walked into the house muttering something but he barely made it past the threshold as the boom-box launched itself off the window sill, at an upwards angle narrowly missing the gay’s head (luckily we had plugged it back in and the chord snapped it at just the right time) he left very quickly, refused to come back in the house and instead sent round his assistant instead!

It’s hard to gauge what effect if any, this had – there was still unusual activity happening around the house but it stayed at a more tolerable level for the most part and we went back to treating it like a nuisance rather than a threat.
I’ve even had a ‘Psychic’ experience! When I was 16 I was alone in the house reading a very large book, it was peaceful and quiet when suddenly my brain said “ANSWER THE PHONE!” the phone wasn’t ringing so I didn’t understand why I was so desperate to pick up the phone.

My body instinctively lurched forward and stood up so quickly that I dropped the big book on my foot (got a very nasty bruise!) ran downstairs and into the living room and then slowly walked up to the phone completely confused by why I HAD to pick it up, I picked it up, the first thing I noticed was there was no dial tone so after a moment I said “hello?” and someone answered!It was an old friend of mine calling from AFRICA needless to say I was so shocked I dropped the phone and the line got disconnected. I assumed she would call back so I waited and then randomly picked it up (as there was still no ringing) and again I managed to catch her.

I still call myself a skeptic and being a skeptic to me is asking questions, not to make easy assumptions so I ask what hit me, dragged me out of bed and pushed me into a wall? How did all the windows open? How did I know to answer a call from halfway around the world from me? – I’m genuinely asking because there may be a logical, scientific explanation for all of this and I just don’t know it!