My fisrt occurance happend when I was living with my parents out on a country farmhouse. I was between 12 and 13 then. It happend at night while the parents were away and me and my brother were alone in bed upstairs. Around 11:00 p.m. we would hear voices downstairs in the kitchen like a man and a women sharing a conversation. My brother and I thought that it was our parents. When we got to the stairway, then there was all silence, and lights out. Our parents usually put the lights on when they get home. But these lights were out. We didn't say anything to our parents at the time, but it was odd how me and my brother heard the conversation. Then it happened again on another night. Same thing. I listened to the conversation but I couldn't make out the words quite clearly, they were like murmurs, my brother heard them too. It kept on like this for about a year. Then, down the line, I was home alone one night, my brother and parents were gone. I was playing an organ, and while I was playing the organ (which is in the downstairs livingroom), I heard a woman singing upstairs in one of the bedrooms. I stopped playing and I heard her singing a tune. So I went upstairs to see if a radio is left on. I looked and no radio was on, and the lady stopped singing. So, I went downstairs again to play the organ. Later, I heard her again, this time louder. It sounded like a young woman's voice. I then shut off the organ, closed the stairway door, and waited till the parents came home before I went to bed. Then there was a later time estimate 1985, when my brother was off in service, I was in bed and my parents were downstairs. I woke up by feeling someone breathing down the back of my neck. My whole body was paralyzed like I couldn't move. I was very scared to turn around to see who was there breathing down my neck. I practically freaked out. I pulled the covers over my head and tried to go back to sleep. I will never forget that night. This next day, I told my mom that the house is haunted or we are not alone. She thought that I was nuts. I told her about the mysterious lady, the voices in the kitchen, and the biggest thing, the breathing down the back of my neck in my bedroom. She didn't believe it, and she never checked it out. I told her that my brother also heard the voices, and she thinks that we heard the wind. That was no wind, it would make a howl, these were voices. Then in the winter of 1987, we had moved from the house to the city. I was so releaved. But, it still wasn't over. The house had haunted me inside my dreams. I didn't know that it was a missing piece of the puzzle or what. In my dreams, there were 3 spirits that were dwelling upstairs in the attic. The lady with the singing voice, and one man and I believed a demon. The demon was an angry spirit that kept bringing me back to house in my dreams. This demon would be full of rage and would chase after me and kept telling me that I will never leave this place. These dreams repeated till I moved out of the city and went to another city further away. Then they stopped. So I believed that these ghosts cannot find me now. Then I later moved back to the city and I wasn't bothered by them again. Every so often, I would drive past that old house, and remember the hauntings that house did to me. They were horrible terrifying hauntings. How it changed my life:Right now, I believe in spirits. There are good ones and there are bad ones. Sometimes, the bad ones will be with the good ones. Whatever anybody says about spirits, I believe that they do exists. I, myself, was victomized by them. And the only people that believed me was my brother and my natural mother. And I believe that it took me to get to my natural mother inorder to make them go away.
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