There hasn't come a time where I haven't had some sort of unexplained or paranormal experience in my life. Not that I'm complaining or anything however sometimes it would be nice to know the answers to your own questions...
How are you guys doing? I know it has been a while since my last post but I'm trying my best to write more often.
Like I've said in my posts, when an experience happens to me I'm usually alone. However in this instance I wasn't which in my case, is rare. It was summer time I believe I was about 10 years old, transitioning from 4th to 5th grade. That summer my parents decide to move from our small two bedroom apartment to another apartment that looked like a house. It was beautiful I must say yes it was another two bedroom apartment but it was much more spacious and it was two stories as well. When you walked in you would first see the living room . If you continued walking straight then you would go into the den. On your left side when you walked in you would see the dining room area and then the kitchen. There was another little dining room area within kitchen. The bedrooms and the bathroom were upstairs. The stairway to go to the bedrooms was a trip (No pun intended!) it had a very gloomy look and feel to it. It's made of some sort of yellow stone, I believe it's limestone or something, it got dirty pretty fast.
Not too long after we had moved in and everything was pretty much settled we started having some weird experiences in that house, even to this day. Not as frequent as when we first moved in, but it's still just as crazy. My first traumatic experience at that house was when my mom had called for me when I was upstairs playing in my room. I immediately stopped what I was doing and headed my way downstairs. As I proceeded to go downstairs, about half way through reaching the bottom is when I feel something wrap around my ankles. It felt like a pair of hands had gotten ahold of them. I then fall and stumble all the way down.The stairs had beaten me up badly. I was super sore, extremely bruised and limping when I had gotten up. It wasn't a pretty site to see. My mom and I were afraid that I may have broken a bone, luckily I didn't!
I know you're probably thinking I was just being clumsy and tripped over my own foot. However, I wasn't the only one who had felt some invisible pair of hands grab at their feet and stumble while going downstairs for something. And it sucked that it happened on more then one occasion. After falling down the stairway a few times it had suddenly stopped and moved to different locations throughout the house. It was definitely traumatizing for me as a child and for my family for not knowing when and if it was going to happen or not. Because of this, to this day I use hand rails to maneuver up and down any set of stairs I encounter. Call me paranoid I don't give a fuck, all I know is that I'm being safe and precautious!
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