The Demon in the Hallway: 30 Years of Paranormal Encounters

I've kind of had paranormal activities happen most of my life. The earliest I can remember is nineteen ninety seven, so I was about six years old. We moved around a lot when we were little. At this time, we're in Waco, Texas. We had just started renting a home from this family and I won't include their name, but we moved into the house. I felt like I was the only one really experiencing things for timeline reasons. I always name the timeline like where events happened in certain houses through the street that they were on. This particular house when I was six years old was on a street called Orchard Lane. I remember it was a two story house and it had a pretty decent yard with a lot of trees and pecans, and we would go picking the pecans all the time. And it was across the street from some farm or something ranch with cows, and then it had a train at night. I remember listening to the train because it would little me to sleep when I was woken up through very lomal activities. In that house, me and my sister would hear footsteps that we couldn't identify the source of. We'd be upstairs playing in our bedroom, maybe Barbie's or something, and we would on a regular basis hear footsteps either going up the stairs towards the room or going down the stairs or away from the room, and we would stop playing and listen, expect somebody to come and tell us something. And when nobody would appear in the doorway, we'd go investigate in the whole top stairs, and the stairs itself would be emptied, and we'd ask people, did you come upstairs? Were you looking for something? And nobody would ever say anything. You know that they would never go upstairs. You know. One time we were all downstairs watching TV. My stepdad wanted to investigate upstairs because we heard the steps upstairs. When he came back down, he said that the whole top floor was empty. Nobody was up there. But that's as far as family kind of experienced anything in that house. Though. I would have a repetitive dream. I would have this dream almost almost every night, but not quite. I remember the first time it happened. I was dreaming of this little girl. In the dream, It's just a white room, nothing's in it but a single wooden chair, and the girl she'd stand near the chair. She was blonde haired, kind of wavy, and she wore this dress. It looked old and beaten, like pink roses all over it, but the roses were hazy, you know, so I didn't I couldn't see the definitions of the roses, but that's the impression it gave me. And the bottom of her dress was torn and dirty, like it was burned. I remember she had no shoes in her feet were dirty. She would move in front of the chair, behind the chair, around the chair, closer to me, further away from me. She'd move around this white room. She wouldn't say anything but one line. All throughout the dream. She would only say, Mommy, I'm cold. And when I woke up, she would be staring at me next to my bed. And keep in mind, I am on a bunk bed, so there's no way that she could have been staring at me from a bunk bed. And then she just vanish, you know, within a few seconds. First time, I got scared and I went to wake up my mom, and of course my stepdad would He's the one that woke up and got mad at me for trying to wake up my mom over a dream, and would tell me to go back to bed, so then on when I would have these dreams, I just would think, there's no point to wake anybody up, and I would just lay in bed and listen to the train. A year later, in nineteen ninety eight, we moved to Ohio for a little bit. We went to Ohio to live for a short time with my grandfather. At the time, I didn't understand why we were moving to Ohio, but looking back, it was probably because my mom and a stepdad at the time of probably divorcing or whatever, because when we came back, they were no longer a thing. At one point, we left my grandfather's house and we were taken in by this Amish family. They lived in like a trailer type house, and us kids would share the one kid's bedroom with the little girl and the little boy that lived there that was on one end of the trailer. Then you would have a hallway that had their closet, and the closet didn't have a door, and that's where they would hang their coats and their boots and things like that. Then you would see the living room where you could enter and exit out of the trailer. Then the kitchen, a small kitchen, and the Amish lady that would live there. She would make candy in that kitchen and that's where we would have our prayer circles and things like that. And then past the kitchen was the adult room of the homeless family that lived there. They had a farm and a ranch and things like that with chicken and playground set a pretty big yard. We lived with them for a little bit. Us kids would pile in the one room and my mom would sleep in the living room. One night, it was a Sunday, I remember very vividly it being a Sunday and it was dawnish, so it was still dark, but the sun had not come up yet. I remember I woke up because I had a terrible dream, and I remember looking into the hallway where the closet was and seeing the tip of a boot in the closet doorway, and for some reason I focused on it, not thinking much of it, when all of a sudden, the tip of the boot transformed into like a snake like shape, and then it would transform back to a tip of a boot, and it did this several times boot snake, boot snake, And I remember staring at it and being really terrified, like what am I staring at what's going on. It's black. There's no color to it. It's just black. And while I'm watching this thing go more from a boot to a snake, I see a shadow pass in the living room area, and then past the shadow was the shadow of our dog at the time, Tipper, an English German shepherd mix. So I was like, Okay, somebody is awake in the living room. I need to go to whoever's awake. But to do that, I have to pass by this closet with this morphing image. And I remember mustering up the courage to pass the closet. I remember thinking if I don't look at it, then it's not there, it's not real. And I remember even having my hand cupped over my eyes on the side that the I would have to pass the closet with. So that way, I made sure I didn't even glance that way. So I go down the hallway into the living room where my mom, still thinking it's my mom, but instead it's my sister who's in the living room. She is looking terrified. She's looking at me and her eyes are wide, her mouth's open in like that O shape, and she points to something past me. So I say her name, and I say, hey, what's going on? She just want to speak, And so we woke up my mom at the time, and that's when she started talking and said she also woke up from a bad dream. And when she went into the living room, she turned towards the hallway where the closet was, and in the closet was a demon shape thing. It was a black shadow man. He had horns and red eyes, and he had a whip. He was stomping his feet and cracking the whip. Looking back, now, that would make sense why my version of things, it's a boot to a snake type shape. Was him stomping and then cracking his whip, and that would make sense. What happened. She said when I passed him with my handcuffed by my face, that he tried to whip me. The whip almost touched me but didn't, and when it missed me, she said that it gave a growl and it jumped, and then when it hit the ground, it went into the ground and disappeared that way. I didn't hear any growser or anything like that, but again, I was trying to pass that thing as quickly as possible. Naturally, my mom woke up everybody else and we started having a prayer, so trying, and we started blessing the little house or trailer. While we're doing prayers and blessing the house, our dog Tipper. He's really a good dog, very potty trained, things like that. He just gets up and he goes to a bible laying on the floor and he starts peeing on it. Now, this was very strange for us because he doesn't even pee inside, even if he's been inside all day. So the fact that we're having all these prayers and blessing the house and he just gets up and peas on the bible was just outlandish for everybody. It was quite a shock. So they blessed the dog. My mom tells me at this point, when they're blessing the dog and we're still praying, the woman, the Amish woman, said that she saw white lights come from my hands. I don't remember seeing anything, I don't remember feeling anything, So take that with what you will, but that's what my mom tells me. The woman said. But when we are continuing doing this, the dog lays down to sleep for a little bit, and after a little bit he looks up and stares at the telephone they have and begins to growl and bark, and we're kind of wondering what's going on with this dog. And while he's growling and barking at the phone, it rings. The male of the Amish couple. He answers the phone and it's these Amish friends that they have in their community. They were telling him that their house had burned down. This house was handmade all of wood. I remember. It was built out of logs, like wood logs. Everything was wood down to their floor, their seats, everything was wood, and you would go into the house and it would be like an open floor plan. Upstairs was really kind of like an interior balcony area. That's kind of what I remember from that house. So it is all made of all logs and wood and things like that, and it had burned down that night. As an adult, I asked my sister if she has any memory of the things that occurred in Ohio or at the Orchard Lanne House, and she kind of refuses to talk about it. She acts like she can't remember anything. And I'm not saying that she doesn't remember anything or she does, but she just kind of brushes me off and just like doesn't like to live in the past and tells me that she doesn't remember anything from her childhood. After Ohio, we moved back to Waco, Texas, and we entered another house that we rented. It just seemed like more demon activity occurred there. So I would be eight around this time, and I don't remember who said this, but it was rumored that my brother at the time was practicing dark magic. My brother was in and out of my life during this period of time, but when he would be in the house, he had his own little room, and I never believed that he would practice that because he just doesn't seem like that type of person. But there was some instances in the house that made me question that. When I would bring cats into his room, specifically his closet area, they were refused to be in there. They would start with a hair rais and they'd be looking around frantically, especially towards the ceiling, as if there was a lot of things on the ceiling, but I couldn't see anything. They would hiss and growl, and they would scratch us to run out of the room. And maybe it's a little sadistic of me, but I would continually bring the cat back into the room, just to see if they would continue to act in the same way. Maybe I was a little miniature scientist, I'm not sure, but very an ethical scientist at that. But they would always, every time i'd bring them, consistently break out in his room, and only in his room. But the thing that scared me the most was probably seeing this dark, tall shadow figure in his room. I mean this thing was tall. It was as tall as his door frame itself, and I remember its head being faceless and circular, not oval like a normal head. It was circular, and he had long arms and legs, and he moved so fast, within a blink of an eye, so fast, and he would run back and forth in front of the door. My bedroom was next to his bedroom, and what connected our rooms was like a hallway that led to the bathroom. I'd have to go into the hallway to go to the bathroom, and when I would go to the bathroom, that's when I would see the shadow figure moving in front of his door way. I remember my brother having a dream one time. He said that in the dream it was raining and pouring, and in his room a door that led outside. It is kind of like a second entrance way. It was shaking and the window was shaking, and there was a man on the outside of the door, running as fast as the wind, saying let me in. And when he woke up, it was raining terribly and things like that. But I remember that dream was interesting because it sounded like the man in his dream was the shadow figure that I kept seeing in his room. I had a lot of sleep disturbances in that house as well. One time I woke up and there was this big shadow, we spider looking thing on my arm, and it was like a shadow completely and it was as big as my head. I remember it being my right arm. I'm on the bunk bed and I'm freaking out because there's a spider on my arm and I shake it. I shake it off like you know how you just react and you shake your whatever's off and it flies and it lands on the edge of my bunk bed and then crawls its way down to the bottom bunk. And first I'm relieved that it's gone out of my sight, you know, out of sight, out of mind. Then I think, wait, my sister was down there, so I climb down to check on her, and her bed's empty. It turned out. Later on in the morning, I found out that she also had a bad dream and went to sleep with my mom. Regularly, I would have these reoccurring dreams of something in my closet, something evil. All the shelves in my closet was filled with these evil bunnies. I remember all of them being white, and it was just rows on rows and rows of these bunnies. And their fur was sharp angled and very scraggly looking. Their ears were sharp looking, their teeth were sharp looking, and their eyes were red. And they were all controlled by this dark shadow figure. And it was not the same shape as the one in my brother's room. It was just this one looked more like a blob, no face, no eyes, just like a dark, shadowy blob. But these bunnies would be controlled by this blob. When I would wake up, the door to my closet would be opened. When I know that I went to bed with that door closed, And that would happen on a regular basis, so that I would make sure when I go to bed that door's closed. Like a point, every time I had this dream, the door would be open at this time. When we're in this house, we were homeschooled. Part of homeschooling would be Bible studies. I remember one day I was kind of half paying attention as a kid, going hey, I need to go to the bathroom, and being excused to do so. I remember entering the bathroom and getting about halfway to the toilet when my hair, which is in a ponytail, gets yanked. This yank was hard. It made my neck crack backwards and I lost my footing. I didn't fall, but I definitely had to like grab onto the sink to prevent from falling. I remember being very confused more than scared. I was confused because I started looking around like did my hair get caught on something? But I is not near any hook nor knob, but nothing nothing that my hair could be hooked on. So that's when I kind of got freaked out and ran to my mom. Oh Mom, something just pulled my hair in the bathroom, and I remember her just saying, now, breathe were we just discussing in this Bible scripture And I remember saying, when you're scared, think of happy things, think of something positive, think of God. She goes, that's right. Now get back into the bathroom and do your business. So I remember going back to the bathroom, and the whole time I'm in there, I'm scared, but I'm envisioning myself surrounded by light because that's what God is right, this light, so nothing can hurt me in this light. And I start thinking of different things that I loved at the time, puppy dogs, flowers, you know, whatever, just random things. Also became like a coping skill when I got scared, I started doing that, surrounding myself with this dome of light and thinking of positive things. Also, in that house, we didn't have a lot of AC and the only air conditioning unit would be in my mom's room towards the front of the house, where the front door we used was. We would all sleep in the living room together, and I remember having another reoccurring dream. I've asked my mom about this, but she doesn't really remember me talking about the dream too much, but she does remember us sleeping in the living room often because of the AC thing. But when I would have this dream, it would always be storming and the door would be shaking. The knob on the door would be rattling and the door shaking. In the dream, if the door would open at any point, whether by itself or me opening the door. Always on the porch would be a black cat, and I just knew it was the devil because this black cat would have red eyes. It would say let me in, and it would try in different ways to get me to let it in. But in the dream I knew it was trickery and to not let it in. When I would wake up, it would always be storming outside, and the door would be shaking and the door not be rattling, and when anybody would check it, nobody would be outside, so we'd blame it on the storm and the wind and things like that. Another time, when my mom started dating what would be our last step dad, I think they were probably engaged at this time. They were saying goodbye outside around the band that we had at the time, and I remember going outside on the porch to say something to Mom and they are distracted by embracing, but just behind them, underneath a tree next to the road or our driveway, was a wolf like dog. It was black with red eyes, and it would be staring at me. I remember being frozen in fear looking at this thing, knowing it was staring at me, and it was also dripping from his mouth and it was foaming, you know, it wasn't just regular saliva. So I remember thinking, this thing is rabid, you know, and I just didn't say anything, didn't gain its attention. I guess I wasn't concerned with my mom and my last step dead at the time, because I just knew that the dog's focus was on me, So I just kind of walked back inside and minded my own business. The house that I currently live in is on Trice, so I call it the Trice House. We moved in there around two thousand and two. Now, when I say I would see people in the house, I wouldn't physically see things there was more like in my mind. But I would see this man that would walk around the house at night, almost like he was checking up on things. Like it doesn't matter what room you're in in the house, because I've lived in every room in that house throughout the years. Every single room, including the living rooms when we moved in the house have no doors on the inside, so what we used as doorways was doggy gates and blankets that we would hang up in the doorways, and not every door had a blanket or maybe the blanket was moved to the side. But when he would look the spirit that I saw. When he would look into your room, you could hear the gate, the doggy gate creak as if somebody stepping over it. And anytime that that would happen, my dog at the time banned it. He would look up and he would start growling at the doorway. So my dogs would respond to him, at least this one would. So that's how you could tell he was there. If you couldn't see him in the closet in my sister's room, which even me and her would share, that's upstairs, it would feel like a man was in there and he did not want you in theirs. It just felt really uncomfortable. He never did anything during that time, but him being in there would be relevant later on. And then one time when me and my sister were in that room when we did live together in that room. You know, our room is combined. Granted this is a single bed. I remember waking up one time and feeling like somebody's in bed with me. They are behind me and my back is towards the back of the bed that has a railing, but I remember feeling like they were spooning me. You know. Their body was contoured towards me, and their arm was wrapped around the middle section of me, around my stomach, you know. And I remember feeling the arm. At first, when I was waking up, I thought it was my dog Bandit, who liked to cuddle with me around my legs. But then I was just like, this feels like a human. And at this time when I realized, I just snap awake. I can feel whatever was in bed with me knew. I fully woke up and it got up. I felt the arm lift up from me, and the pressure behind me on the bed lift up. But when I turned around, nobody was in my bed. In my room, there was nobody. I couldn't see anybody. About a year later, maybe I would be sleeping in my own room. This is a different room than the room that we shared. We did share this room at one point, but I remember this one being solely my room at the time. I remember waking up and feeling like somebody is sleeping behind me again. Now my back is towards the wall and I am sleeping near the edge of the bed. I'm groggly waking up. I'm slow to wake up, so it's kind of my awareness is getting more and more, but I remember feeling somebody behind me as well as I don't know if you can relate to this. I know some people can, some people can't. But the feeling of the bed breathing, it's almost like this very light feeling of being risen up and sinking down type feeling. It just feels like the bed is breathing. I remember once I was fully awake and realizing something's in the bed with me. There was a loud, guttural sigh. When that sigh happened, a hot wind from my wall blew over the bed and it flew my hair in my face, and the blanket that I had flew off the bed, and it was hot. It was very hot, and so in that split second, I just ran out the room. I swear my feet never touched the floor. It was so fast. At the time, I did not look back because I was afraid at what I would see in my bed had I looked back. But I do wonder if I would see anything. I'm in two thousand and six. I believe I was about fifteen years old. I had my first serious boyfriend, and sometimes my mom would let him spend the night in a different room. We would not be able to sleep in the same room or not like that, obviously, But I remember one night him waking me up and asking me, were you just upstairs? And I remember giving him sass, like you just woke me up? Why would I be upstairs? How could I get from upstairs to my bed in the time for you to come down here and wake me up? He said that he was upstairs and he saw me in the upstairs bathroom. He said that I was facing the mirror, and so he was looking at me from my backside. He looked away for a second, but when he looked back, I wasn't there, so he thought I went back to Ben. That's why he woke me up. Two years later, in twent thousand and eight, I'm seventeen. I have a different boyfriend, so boyfriend number two. He was about to leave when in my mind's eye, if you will, I see two spirits I've never seen before. It was a man and a woman. I remember the man being in kind of a suit and tie type thing, and the woman was in an older dress. I don't know what time period it was, because it was a very bland and boring dress. Her hair was up in a bun. So that's kind of all I remember from them, other than their face was I wouldn't say terror, but concern. They had like a look of concern on their face and their mouth was in the shape of an oh, you know. And I remember they didn't say anything, but I remember them getting the message, like the vibe it's not safe to leave. So I told my boyfriend at the time, you can't leave yet. There's something not good outside. Just give it a few minutes. Don't leave yet. So we gave it a few minutes, and when the two spirits kind of finally eventually disappeared as almost like this gradual fade, I said, Okay, I think it's safe for you to leave now. So he gets up and he leaves, and within five minutes of him walking out of the door, he calls me. He says, you need to get out here right now. When I go out there, somebody had broken his driver's side window. The glass was all shattered. Inside of his car, nothing looks stolen. We don't know what was going on, but on the trunk of his car in the dust was written in words, we are here. Next to it was almost this animated cat face. It had like the two sharp eyes, pointed eyes that go up like you're excited, and then it had a smiley face and then whiskers, and that's kind of all it was. But I remember being like, that's a strange phrase to write in the dust. But I did think it was probably my first boyfriend, because he was kind of stalkerish, not rolling that out, but just the phrase we are here. I don't know what that could mean. Maybe a few months later, I moved to a separate room closer to the front porch. In fact, my bed is right by the window that is right by the front porch. I was sleeping when I was woken up by the same two spirits, And granted, the first time they appeared was the first time I've ever seen them, and this would be the second time, and I've never seen them since this night after that, but they woke me up. They didn't say anything. They just had this feeling of concern with the same O shaped face, And then when I woke up, they gradually faded and disappeared. But when they disappeared, I could hear somebody on the porch walking around, So I got up and I woke my brother up and I said, Hey, somebody's on the front porch. Can you go look at it because I'm scared. So he goes outside, he looks around, he comes back and says, nobody's on the porch. The next morning, he was taking me to school. I was getting ready and he was going to get the car ready when he showed me that somebody had thrown two rocks into his windshield. I thought it was strange that both times that I saw these spirits, they were warning me about somebody outside, and then there's vandalism to the cars that are parked on the street. Later on in that year, two thousand and eight, I moved out of the house with that same boyfriend. Not much happened when I go out of the house other than one time I was visited by my stepdad, the last stepdad that we had. He had died few years prior to that, and I remember grieving him and being like, we both believed in spirits. We both watched those ghost hunting shows, and you can't even come back and visit me at all, you know. I remember just screaming that into the air. And then that same night I went to bed, I remember being woken up by like a tickling on my hand. I guess my hand had fell outside on the edge of the bed and it's just hanging there, and I remember feeling like a tickling on my hand. When I woke up, my stepdad was standing at my bed, but it didn't look like him. It looked like a younger version of him, like maybe in the seventies, because he had this apro And I remember thinking, this doesn't look like him, but I knew that it was him, and he was staring at me, almost angry like. I don't know why he was angry. Maybe he was annoyed that I yelled at him, I don't know, but I remember him having a very stern face. I remember being freaked out and covering my head with the pillow and then going back to sleep. You had a story on one of your podcasts involving the Witch's Castle at Cameron Park in Waco, Texas. Well, this is my story that happened in twenty thirteen. Cameron Park is about four hundred and twelve acres. It's a huge park. It has different sections of it. The entire ty of Cameron Park is said to be haunted. It's even been on the news a few times, especially the Witch's Castle. The legend goes there was a woman that lived there. When children would disappear, they blamed the woman that lived in the woods, and they earned her at the stake for it. If you go to this section of the park in twenty thirteen, it was a walking trail. Today it's like a bicycle trail, so you can't exactly walk it that easily today, But back then it was a walking trail. When you would walk it, there's a brick door way and there's no actual door. It's just like this arch of bricks that you could walk in and out have some graffiti. When you walk down the trail, you could see the remains of bricks of what used to be the outline of some sort of house. That's why they call it the Witch's Castle. Me and my friends would go there several years actually, and we would walk the trails freak each other out. Sometimes we would have a big crowd, sometimes it was small. In twenty thirteen, I remember going there with three of my friends. I do remember this time that I was actually having a lot of dreams calling me back to the Witch's Castle. I think that's important. I remember having the dream of the woods and just a disembodied voice beckoning me to come back to the Witch's Castle, and so naturally I obliged, and that's the whole reason we went there that day. It was mid to late October. I was driving and I pulled up to the opening of the Witch's Castle where you would start the trail. It's kind of hidden. It's really hard to find entrance, and so I kind of pulled off to the side where the grasses, the grass is real tall. My friend Sarah in the back seat, who does also can confirm the story. She wanted to feel her environment. However, she does that, so she goes out of the car and she leans on the trunk of my car to get a feel, and the rest of us remain in the car to let her have that time. I remember busying myself, so I'm looking down at my lap doing something with my hands, when in the corner of my eyes, in my peripherals, I see somebody walk from the woods the entrance way of the castle to my car window. I could see the shape of a person and it went from small to big, like they walked up to my car that I could see the shape of the head their shoulders, but I assumed it was Sarah walking around getting the feel of the place, and she decided to move around and stand in front of my window. So I accepted this assumption, and I did not look up to investigate. I continue whatever I was doing until I heard two knocks on my window. I responded to the sound, saying what, but the words would die on my lips. I never got to finish the word because when I looked up, nobody was standing at my window. Confused, I got out of the car and Sarah is still on the back of my car, leaning on my trunk as if she never moved. But I asked her, anyways, Hey, did you move around? Did you walk to my door? And she said no. Nobody else heard anything. Nobody else saw anything, so I decided to just shrug it off. I was like, okay, well, let's just walk the trail. The four of us start walking. It's really not that long of a trail, or at least the route that we would walk. About halfway through the trail, I remember feeling like I was walking through heavy mud. You know when mud cakes on your shoes and it just becomes heavy. And I remember feeling like things were brushing up against my legs, But when I would look down, the earth was dry, so I thought maybe my legs were brushing up against each other, and just kind of ignored it until I saw my friend Miranda dragging her feet like she is draining of energy. She's literally dragging her feet. She's breathing heavy and so much that she takes out her inhaler and she has to use her inhaler and she's never acted like this before. So at this time, I realize if I'm feeling this way and she's looking drained of energy, you know, I could kind of see her little aura draining of energy, I'm like, Okay, something's taking our energy and it's trying to manifest itself. I put up that mental force field, that light, that dome of light that surrounded, and I surrounded all of us, and I grabbed Miranda's arm and we walked together to finish the trail. When we ended the trail, Miranda went to the car to recuperate. When she went to recuperate, I was standing there watching her when Sarah walked up to me and she said, breathe, something wanted your attention. She said, I felt like something was trying to manipulate my hand to reach out to grab your shoulder as we were leaving the trail. Its objective was to getting you to stay. She said, it wanted you to stay. She said she ignored it, but that's what the feeling she got was. Something was trying to lift her hand up to grab me. I just looked at her and said, I know, because I mean, clearly something wanted me there, from the dreams to the shadow, to the draining of energy, to I guess manipulating her hand, or at least trying to. I always wish I would have stayed, but you know, I was driving, so everybody was done for the night and we went home. She told me that she has never been back to the trail. She said she's drove past it and has seen things in her periphials throughout Cameron Park, but she's never been back to the Witch's Trail to walk it. Since we're at Cameron Park still, I'm going to fast forward April of twenty twenty five. Another section of Cameron Park is also known for being haunted is Jacob's Ladder. The ghost there we nickname Grabby because he likes to pull on hair or clothing. My friend says he's pulled on her ankle before. He's supposed to be able to communicate best through dowsing rods, at least according to one of the Waco ghost tours we have here. I am an amateur ghost hunter. I've dived into the paranormal. Me and my boyfriend and my friend A couple of my friends, including Sarah, went there to kind of try to talk to GRAVI and I surrounded the stairs, which we call Jacob's Ladder. I surrounded it through a semicircle of light up cat balls. Supposedly, if they move or light up, there's a spirit present, especially if no one else touched them. I stood in the semicircle between the cat balls and the stairs, so the stairs behind me and the brassis rivers in front of me. I'm trying to communicate through the dowsing rods. When the cat ball in front of me lights up on its own. It does this about three times on its own, and at the third time, I looked at my boyfriend and I said, hey, mix up the cat balls, move them around. If the same one lights up in a different position, then it's a malfunction of the cat ball, but if another one lights up, or if the one in front of me lights up, then it has to be a spirit. Right. That was my train of thought, And so he mixes up the cat balls and I continue trying to communicate with GRAVI the cat ball in front of me lights up for the fourth time, indicating that a presence was in front of me, but not a malfunction of the cat ball. That to me was pretty cool, small but cool. I moved back into the house on Trice. I want to say in twenty sixteen. I'm about twenty five years old. I had to move back to help my mom. She goes in and out of good and bad health. She's not able to live by herself, and me, being the only unwed child, I'm the best person to move in with her. When I lived there, I lived there with a different boyfriend, so I guess boyfriend number three. I remember me and him went on vacation, so this would be about August. We went to Colorado. His brother and his girlfriend were house sitting for me, and they were basically living in my side of the house while we were gone. They broke up inside the house and it was a very nasty breakup. So naturally this left a lot of strong negative energy in the house, which happens to kick up all of the paranormal happening. So maybe it's a poultrygeist activity. I'm not sure what the terminology is for when energy affects it, but when strong emotions happen in the house, it's usually typically followed by something paranormal. When we came back to the house from our vacation that very night, I'm getting ready to go to bed and I walk into my room directly across from me. In my view, I'm seeing a black scarf hanging in the air and it's just suspended there in air, and when I notice it's hanging there, it drops to the ground. I remember at first trying to reason it out, like, Okay, maybe a cat was near the cage where the scarf was laying and knocked it over. So I start looking for animals in the room, and the room was empty. No animal, nothing thing could explain why I saw a scarf just hanging there in mid air and then fall to the ground. So I just kind of noped out of there and said I didn't go back to bed until my boyfriend accompanied me. But shortly after that In October, me and him had a breakup and it was a really, really bad breakup as well. To cope with all the emotions, I had a lot of emotions going on, I would record myself either talking or singing, and then if I was talking, I would watch the recording over and over until I was done with whatever I was saying, and then I would delete it as an act to move on right. One night, I was singing drown by Bring Me the Horizon, and so I'm recording myself and I was singing the song. I was staring at my computer. I noticed the light dim as if something blocked the light, but not completely, almost like it was transparent. I didn't see anything besides the light change. But in the camera I'm staring at the camera, there was this shape that moves from the closet, that closet where that man was supposed to be, and it heads in the direction of my room, which is across the room. I don't know. It looked like the tips of fingers from like a hand, and it was even peach colored on the camera, and it moves in front of the camera as if I caught the edge of something going from my closet to my bedroom door. In the video, you can see me pause and be like, did I really just see that? You know, I didn't say that out loud, but you can kind of see that on my face. And then at the same time that I pause and the light dims. All of it happens in like two seconds. It literally was two seconds long. I had a dog next to me named Chelsea. You could see her sleeping next to me, and when the light dims and the thing crosses the camera, you could see her look up, so she reacts to it as well, all in the same two seconds, and that's when I started hearing popping noises in my room, almost like like a water bottle crinkling is kind of what it sounded like. And I didn't have any water bottles. That's one thing about me is I don't keep trash around my house on purpose anyways, so there wasn't any water bottles. I remember as a girl, people telling me when you hear those sounds, it's the sounds of a spirit or a demon in your bedroom or because that's the location of the sound that they make those sounds. But I don't know how much to believe that. I just remember hearing popping noises in my bedroom. Not much has happened in the house over the last few years. Small things would happen, but I guess between twenty eighteen to twenty twenty two things would happen randomly. When my cat died in twenty twenty one, I remember standing in my living room looking at my current boyfriend who's sitting on the couch and we're talking to each other, when I felt a cat rub up against my leg, and in my peripherals I see the cat emerge from between my legs. I could see the head that ears the shoulder about half of its body, and me and my boyfriend just looked down at the same time. But when we look down, nothing is in front of me. I believe that was my cat saying goodbye to me, and maybe that's a comfort thing, but that's what I believe. And sometimes I do still see in my periphials a cat, maybe walking down the hallway or sitting near the cat house that I have this cat scratching posts, but when I look there's nothing there. I would like to believe that it's still visiting me. I will say that I don't actively categorize myself as a medium, psychic, or sensitive. But I do say that I understand that I have those abilities because of all these experiences that I've had, and that I get these feelings and images in my head and they just happen to be right a lot of times. And it's not just the paranormal. My mom would say if I got a feeling about somebody, if they were not good, or if I would just know things that just were you know, if I told her, she would believe me because a lot of times I would be right. I also have a degree in psychology, so I do have a very scientific mindset, so I try to reason with myself and explain things away before I jump to the paranormal. So I do use a lot of coping skills. And that's kind of why I believed mind over matter, surround myself by positive light. As a child, it was that Bible scripture and that's how I developed that ability. But as an adult, I look at that as a coping skill. I'm a mixture. I want to say, I believe, but I also try and reason things out first before I jump to the paranormal. H