I did, at one time of my life, had some experiences, if I may share this memory with you, it would be a pleasure.
We used, mother and I, to live in an old appartment in a building of something like 75 years old. In any case, I've heard several rumors after the first events on the street we lived on. The rumors insinuated that we were living on an old cemetary or something. Our washing machine and dryer where downstairs, in the basement of the building. There, there was an old cheminey that was unfunctionnal and whenever mother or I would pass in the front of it, we would feel scared or strange. Nothing seemed to happen, nothing very heavy, for the first years. Sometimes, we heard strange noises or I would spot dark figures or shadows in the darkness, but I though it was just illusions or sounds of the house, that was quite old. Nevertheless, a couple of months before we move out of this place, there was some working in the street and earth digging. This is when it started to go bad. The noises became like footsteps, at first, I thought it was the neighbours, until it was late in the night, when they were asleeped and that I realized that the sounds came directly from our corridor, in the appartment. After what happened a serie of strange events, as objects being moved (a sofa in the house of my downward neighboor that moved in the middle of the living room without making a sound as my mother and she was alone in the house, in her kitchen.) and other of the relates. Then came the heavier events. At one night, while I was falling asleep, I started to feel my chest being compressed, my breath was short and I had a pain at my heart. I felt crushed to my matress and could not move. At first, I thought it was a nightmare, but I opened my eyes, came back to consciousness and then I saw some kind of blackish veins climbing on my walls and spreading to my ceilings. I felt panicked and after a moment I jumped off my bed, opened the light and quickly returned to my bed to watch my ceilings. That thing ws now getting shorter and went back to the walls and then disapeared. I was sitting there, quiet and afraid and then I don,t really remember what I did but the rest of the night was quite calm. Ever strange events happened especially on friday nights, always. For sure there was the sounds or shades the rest of the week, but it was confusing and not much of a deal.
Anyways, the next friday, mother had a nightmare. There was some kind of a dwarvish character standing at the tip of the head of her bed and she was feeling her chest in pain, with short breath. Then, the figure bended over her and he had a very ugly face, it shooked her shoulders and moaned loudly. She opened her eyes rapidly, waking up, as she saw a shadow moving to the ceiling quickly and then disapear. She had a hard time sleeping the rest of the night.
The day after, I heard her having a loud exclamation, so I went to her room and she pointed me the ceiling. There was two dark red foot prints on the ceiling. She told me her dream and we both stayed astonished. It gradually disapeared in one week. We started to wonder what on earth could happen and everything was going so bad in both of our lives, we were always having quarels and such. Then, we started to figure this out, by passing of the theory of black magic from our side neighbours to spirits or demons. Then, one day, we've succeeded to find a free appartment in the next city. The eve of the moving, I went a last time downstairs. I opened the trap of the cheminey and then I found the skeleton of a dead bird in the first hole and in the second there was some white sheets of paper, halfly burned. I had a sensation of horrifying and quickly closed the trap where there was a lot of ash. (of course, it was a cheminey.). In an case, we've had a dog back in the days, and she would oftenly stares blindly and moan for she was sleeping in the so said corridor. A lot of time she came and slept under my bed and had a lot of strange reactions in key events or just in the middle of the day as there seemed, for what met the eyes, to be nothing. Though, m mother and myself felt something, all the time we were in this place...
If any of you hold an answer or something about those events, I would be grateful.
There you go, it was my paranormal experience!
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