The other night, my boyfriend told me I was really jumpy and
that everything freaks me out. He’s
definitely not wrong in saying that by any means, because I do act like I’m in
a horror movie, but for good reason! I’ve had some scary things happen to me
from paranormal to strangers at my home.
I found these questions online, and I thought it would be
fun to blog about it for my Halloween series. Just a disclaimer, if you don’t
believe in ghosts, you may think I’m crazy.
Don’t worry… I am.
1)
What is your scariest real-life experience?
I actually have two. The first one was when I was in Texas for a
convention. My two friends and I heard what
sounded like a raging loud party going on a couple floors lower than ours and
of course it was our mission to find out where it was and go join in. Since we had no idea what floor it was on, we
had to try a bunch of different floors.
We got off on the 14th floor and it was dead quiet. So quiet that we didn’t understand how you couldn’t
hear the party considering it was only one floor down from ours. We all got freaked out and ran back into the
elevator and went to the next floor and found the party. It was a bunch of older people who clearly
had no interest in making friends, so we decided instead to go ghost hunting on
the 14th floor, because it was clearly haunted. Since we were only a floor away we took the
stairs. We crept around the floor with
our phones recording audio for a while, not finding anything remotely ghost-like
so we headed back to the stairs to go back to our room, and there was this man
just standing in the stairs as if he had been just watching us the whole
time. We screamed and ran back to the
elevator slamming the buttons and just losing our minds. In hind sight it was hilarious because he was
probably just a hotel employee. We did
listen to the audio later and heard some quiet, creepy whispering…
An actually terrifying thing that
happened to me was at my house a few years ago.
I had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room. At around three in the morning I woke up to
yelling and I was really confused for a second because I thought it was in my
dream, but I realized there was someone outside my front door banging on the
door and yelling for me to let them in.
I ran to my mom and called the police but nothing came of it. They knew my mom’s name but I didn’t
recognize the voice, and to this day no one has admitted to us it was them. A
week later, around the same time of night, my sister and I were watching a
horror movie and I was trying to scare her because I heard our floor creak and
kept saying “did you hear that?” in fake terror. Then I heard something outside, and I seriously
asked her if she heard. At this point we
were both kind of scared but only thought it was the wind, we heard something really loud. Clearly only a person could make that kind of
noise. Again the cops were called and
they said there were bike tracks in the dew leading away from our porch. I still have no idea who it was.
2)
What is your scariest paranormal experience?
Again I have two, but they’re
short so bear with me. The first one, I was
in my grandma’s house. It was a few months after she died, and we had the house
cleared out. Well, everything except for
the piano left in my name. She lived two
houses down, so I decided to go walk over there one last time before it was
sold. I sat down at the piano like I always had as a little girl and played
nonsense that sounded moderately musical and I cried. When I say the whole house was cleared out I
mean everything but the piano, not a
single thing else so when I heard wind chimes I had no idea where they were
coming from, then I heard a voice say my name.
I got chills like I never had in my life and ran home. It was my grandma, I know that now, but I was
TERRIFIED.
Next was in Hawaii, this isn’t really a
climatic story. I was staying in a hotel room with four other girls and when we
got in our room it just felt off. None
of us slept well, and my friend said it felt like someone was staring at her
all night. Our last day out in Maui, we
were walking along the beach and one of us asked if the room felt weird, so we
all agreed it was haunted and it felt so malicious, just talking about it aloud
made us all think it would get worse. We
spent the rest of the trip avoiding the room and sleeping in silent
terror. If I remember correctly, we kept
the bible out and ready… Just in case.
3)
Are you afraid of the dark? Why or why not?
Yes, just a resounding yes. I wake up in the middle of the night to
voices. Also the Shadow Man story (Countdown
to Halloween, Ep. 1) still sticks with me.
My brain is very good at making me see figures of people in the night. I’ve
woken up multiple times in the night because I heard a whisper in my ear; I call
it my Nightmare Whisperer. Very
original, I know.
4)
Does your hometown have any scary stories or
legends?
If you live in or around Buffalo
you may already know the story I’m about to tell, so kindly skip ahead. For
those that don’t, there is a story about Shea’s Performing Arts Center. The legend goes that late at night if you are
alone or secluded in the building, a man will approach you and say “Isn’t this
magnificent?” and vanish mysteriously. People
also say it generally feels haunted and odd things will happen with no other
explanation than paranormal activity.
5)
What is your favorite urban legend?
Although I do love Slenderman,
there will always be a place in my fears for the ones like what happened to me
at my mom’s house. Ones where people try
to get you to let you into your house by making it seem like they need
help. Or one that really freaks me out
is the one where people leave a recording of a baby crying outside your
doorstep and if you open your door to see… well, you get the point.
6)
What is your scariest nightmare?
This nightmare was not a
traditional one with action or murders.
I thought it was real and that, I think, made it so scary. I was walking upstairs to go to the bathroom,
and as I passed my room, I saw a man staring through my window straight at
me. When I woke up I was terrified it
was real until I realized that my room is on the second floor and no one could
stand outside it.
Unless it was Slenderman...
