Hello, I am Jaye, and I live in Georgia. I'm sixteen, so I know many people think what's happened to me is my imagination, but I assure you it is not. I've had many strange experiences with the places I've lived. I was born in Louisiana, and not much happened there that I could count as strange, except for one thing (when I was very young).
I would sometimes get this feeling, like something bad was going to happen. Then I remember curling up in a ball on the floor and closing my eyes, because I felt like the world was tilting. I actually tried digging my fingers into the tile floor to keep from (what felt like) falling off the earth. I remember saying, "Please, no, no..." and I remember this happening several times. When it passed, I would get up and go on my way.
We moved to Illinois, and strange things occurred there, as well. We rented the house, so a young couple lived in our basement. Other than things I count as normal-weird, (like hearing the tv on, then checking it and it's off, etc) I can only recall one other strange thing: the laundry room smelled strongly of blood. Always. My family could not smell it. Now I live in Georgia, and even more creepy things happen here. Dark figures at night leaning over my bed, hearing cabinets opening and shutting downstairs while I'm upstairs, occasionally smelling my late grandmother's perfume (take note that she died in this house)... And I've been hearing voices by my ears. Different voices, saying different things, when I'm lying in bed. It's so real, I have to look around to make sure I'm alone. I do get lost in my own thoughts often, but this is not me thinking too loudly.
Once, while I was in the living room, I looked over into the dining room, which is passed the kitchen, and I got a weird feeling. The dining room was dark, and I couldn't see anything in it, but I felt like someone was there. So I grabbed my mom's camera and took a picture of the darkened doorway. I know how it goes; your mind sees whatever it wants to see, yadda yadda, but there was a face in the doorway. A bald man, I think it was. I showed my sister the picture without telling her what to look for, and she spotted it right away. The next day, I even showed one of my friends. The picture was so frightening, I deleted it shortly after.
Every night, when I go to sleep, I fold up my glasses and put them on the night table by my bed. Same place, every night. And when you're like me, and you depend on your glasses so much, you KNOW where you put them. But I woke up the next morning, and they were gone. I admit, I panicked. I ran downstairs to search the house, all the while feeling like I was being watched, and someone was about to attack me. I researched my room, and found my glasses, open, on the dirty clothes basket on the foot of my bed.
It was such an odd place for them to be. I would never put them there. And when I went to sleep the night before, everyone else was asleep. When I woke up, they were still asleep, so I know my family didn't move the glasses.
Other things happen to me on a semi-regular basis, but I usually ignore them. If I was to freak out about all the weird stuff that happened to me, I would be in constant panic mode. I've learned to live with it, even if it DOES frighten me at times.
The thing is, no one else has had things like this happen to them. My little brother gets creepy feelings like I do, but for the most part, whatever's happening has targeted me, and I don't know why. I don't know if I'm sensitive to this kind of stuff, or if the house is really haunted, or if I'm just crazy. (Okay, so I doubt I'm crazy.) I wish I could have answers, but I'm just glad to get this out in the open.