- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
One night I woke up, and couldn't move. It was that sleep paralysis thing, where your mind is awake, but a mechanism in your brain is keeping your body still. It happens pretty regularly to some people, although it's only happened to me once as I can remember.
Well, this mechanism is used by your mind to keep your body still during REM sleep, the stage of sleep when lucid dreaming and great brain activity occurs. Basically, it stops you from acting out your dreams.
Anyway, enough about anatomy. So I wake up, paralyzed, scared to death because at the time I had no idea what was happening to me. I look down as much as I can, since my neck is paralyzed, and cartoon network is on. Weird, because I don't sleep with the TV on all night. So, the paralysis is wearing off, and I turn on my side to go back to sleep.
Then I hear chains. Not just like a necklace jingling in someone's hand. I mean huge, heavy chains, being drug along my floor, knocked against my wall, jangled through the air loudly. Horribly scary for anyone whose seen A Christmas Carol, where Marly wears the chains of his sins in the afterlife as punishment for his foul deeds.
So, the chains get louder. Close to my bed. The paralysis is coming back, and I start to sweat. I panic, freak out, because I can't move. The chains get closer. Finally, I wake up totally, flip around.
Nothing there. No chains. No ghost. Nothing.
This was in my old house, and for reference, was the house I believed to be haunted.
Another story: I walk outside one day as a youngin', maybe 5 or 6. In my driveway, weeds were overgrown over a portion of the corner of my driveway. I rip them up, and two names are carved in it. Catherine and Mike, 1987. I assumed it was the names of the people who lived there before us. Anyway, later that day I step outside, to see, only for a second, a beautiful woman in a bright white gown and a crown of thorns on her head, with her head bleeding like Jesus. This freaked me out more as a young child, because I didn't know anything about the crown of thorns on Jesus' head.
Even though I only saw her for a flash in my eyes, I knew she was there. I ran in my room and cried.
Though many, many ridiculously scary things happened there, I still go back, because my grandparents live there. Sometimes I see someone walking out of the corner of my eye, and I go to say hello, thinking it's my grandparents, only to find no one is there. I try to ignore it now, since whatever it was seems to not be malicious anymore.
Seems like BS, but I tell the complete truth. I wouldn't lie about something that scared me so much.