From: Amber (email@example.com) Story type: Channelling Location: St. Louis, Mo Source: Form Submission Date submitted: Fri Jul 6 03:27:03 2007
This happened in St. Louis, Mo, August of 2002. I was 17 and I lived with my mom, 2 sisters, and my aunt Lisa in a house which I believe to be haunted with the spirit of our landlord's mother. She was very sick and died in the basement of the house. She never left that basement and used a tiny half bathroom that we would later call the helter skelter bathroom. We knew the house was haunted right away because on the first night we stayed there, my mom and I saw a white ball of energy drift across the kitchen from the living room. When the ball hit the hallway, which was out of sight, we heard footsteps walking all the way down the squeaky wooden floor hall. We would always hear things and things would constantly go missing there. Anyway, these are true stories of a variety of phenomena that occured during my stay in this house. I have not experienced anything like this since that summer.
It was the middle of the day and I decided to take a nap. I then drifted off to sleep. My dream started with me and my mom driving into a grocery store store parking lot. The radio in the car was blasting an unknown song that said, "Yeah, that's me in your backseat..." As my mom drove the car rather quickly towards the front of the store I could see more and more clearly that my aunt Lisa was sitting in the driver's seat of the car. I could also see a shadowy figure in the backseat of the car. As we got closer I could see that Lisa was crying. I was then shocked to see my aunt Angie was in the backseat of the car. (Angie died in 1995 from being hit by a drunk driver and I had only dreamt of her one other time, so that's why I was kind of shocked.) So this is happening pretty quickly because we were driving pretty fast. As we were passing her car I saw that Lisa's crystal that she always left hanging in her rearview mirror was cracked in half. Which had never been before. I woke up right after that wondering why I would dream something so meaningless. Hours later my aunt came over and I mentioned to her that I had the dream. She started crying and hugging me. She said, "Thank you so much! You have no idea what this means to me! I was sitting in the parking lot today crying and begging Angie to give me a sign that she is there for me and this is it!" She was almost hysterical when she told me that the crystal had broke that afternoon and I had no way of knowing it.
Within a week after that same dream I took another nap. (I guess I was a lazy teenager at the time.) So I drifted off to sleep and it seemed as if I woke back up and got right back out of bed, but I was still dreaming. So I walked up the stairs from the basement, which is me and my sister Ashley's room, and walked to the bathroom. I walked in and just stood and looked at myself in the mirror for a few moments. I could see the sun shining through on my face, I was wearing the same clothes I took a nap in and I saw that I had a very dazed, blank look on my face. It felt as if my head was being pushed down to look at the drawer under the sink. It was open and I could see that my mother's perfume was there, which had never been placed there before so it was sort of odd to see it there. All of a sudden I was pulled very violently from the waist of my pants out of the bathroom. The door slammed with extreme force right as my body left the doorframe. I remember walking to the stairs and waking up in my bed. So I walked up the stairs and made it to the bathroom, not really remembering the dream. As soon as I passed the mirror I stopped dead in my tracks and felt a cold chill go over my body. The sun was shining on my face and everything looked exactly the same as in my dream. I really felt freaked out. About an hour later my mom was about to leave and wanted to use her perfume but couldn't find it. I felt a wave of fear and absolute terror when I told her about the dream. She looked pale and told me she heard the bathroom door slam shut around the time I was taking a nap and we were the only two people home that afternoon. We never saw her perfume again. Later that week, I had a similar dream. It was about 3 am and my mom and I had been drinking. I was really tired and asked to sleep in her bed since it was on that same level. She said yes. My mom had a box she would keep that had a variety of things in it that I knew about. She put it under her bed when she went to sleep that night and locked her door behind her. Anyway I fell asleep before she came to bed and sometime in the night I dreamed that I got out of bed and got down on the floor in front of the box. The box was already open and I felt my hand being pulled towards it. As soon as my hand was about to reach the box it snapped shut. That was the end of the dream. I woke up the next day to my mom asking me if I had touched it because the contents of the box were missing. I told her about my dream. We never saw any of that stuff again. Still to this day I don't think she believes that I did not take her stuff.
I brought up the idea of getting a ouija board to my mom. We both agreed that it would be cool so we began playing with one. We asked it questions like who took my mom's stuff and it said me and my aunt Angie who is dead took it. We asked it a lot of other questions that I don't remember. We started asking it if it was the spirit that haunted our house. It said yes. It kept trying to pull the finder onto the floor. We struggled to keep it on the board. We decided to just let it go wherever it wanted to go. It started moving across the floor and we were not even touching it, our hands were a good inch above the finder. It was so strong that it was literally pulling our hands and arms across the floor. We were terrified and stopped using it. My mom got rid of it and has since refused to ever touch one again. A few weeks later my sister and I were using a different one I bought and asked questions like when I will die and it responded 54 of lung cancer. For Ashley it said 23 of a car accident, she is 21 now. We asked who we were speaking to and it would not answer. A few seconds later we heard screeching of tires and a very loud crash as if it happened just a few feet away. We ran to the window and looked out but there was nothing there. We went back to the ouija board and it immediately spelled "car me". That was very scary and the last time I have ever played with one.
I again had a dream and I was sleeping on my mom's bed in the middle of the day. I remember flying outside the front door of my house and flying down the street. It was calm and sunny, really a perfect day, very relaxing. I started hearing the sound of the phone ringing and in the blink of an eye I was back in the room where I was sleeping. Although I was looking at myself sleep. At the same time I could feel myself in my body trying to sit up. It was terrifying because it felt as if someone were holding me down. I was experiencing two realities at once. When I was watching myself I felt an overwhelming sense of evil and that I wasn't the only person watching me. And this made me very scared as I laid there I guess semi consious. It seemed like an eternity before I could get up. That wasn't the first time that I had astral traveled but it was the last time that I remember doing it.
If anyone can explain why these things happened and why they stopped please feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org Thanks for listening to my story, Amber