A netizen shared a chilling story of how there are spirits of children in his home who used to watch him at night when he was a child himself, and even heard voices and had his things moved around.
Here is the story:
It’s commonly known within my family that our house is haunted, but my parents don’t like us discussing it with people outside the family, for some reason.
So, as the title says, there are spirits (or ghosts, I’m not sure the difference) that live inside the home.
So the first time I remember seeing them was when I was around 8 years old, my parents wanted to prepare me to become independent at a young age ( and don’t even get me started on that place and paranormal activity) and so started to encourage me to sleep in my own room.
The thing is, after a while weird things started to happen, I started hearing children’s voices, my toys would go missing or move from where I’d put them while I slept and several times I would wake up in the middle of the night with something holding down my arms and legs so I couldn’t move and there was once where a handprint, too small to be my own, was on the side of my butt/hip area.
You might say “Oh that could just be a case of sleep paralysis” or something like that, but I truly don’t believe it was as these things would only happen when I slept alone in the bedroom and not when I was sleeping with my parents or taking a nap in the living room.
This also doesn’t happen to me at all when I’m sleeping at a relative’s house or at a friend’s sleepover.
This is the bit that confirms that they’re child spirits to me, you may think I’m crazy when reading this next bit but I know what I saw. So a couple of times over the years when waking up, or walking into the room, or whatever, I would see them.
This rarely happened. I can only think of 4 times I know I saw them over the years I lived there. I remember each time vividly, the first I was 11 I had woken up to use the bathroom and when I walked back into my room there were 3 boys looking back at me, they didn’t seem sad, or angry or anything like that, they looked at me with confusion and maybe fear, like they couldn’t figure out what was happening either.
I slammed the door and ran to my parents room and I slept with them that night.
As I grew up and had gotten a little “braver” and used to the presence, and my parents later told me that they knew about the spirits.
And when I asked them why they still made me sleep in the room alone, they told me the spirits were harmless, and added “then what? you want to sleep with us until you become an adult meh?”
So yeah, that is my story.
