Stephanie from Louisiana sent me this story about an unwelcome visitor.
My husband and I lived in a little one bedroom shack-house that had belonged to my uncle before he died. The house had been older than dirt when my uncle had it moved to the property and by this time was another decade older. Strange things would happen around the house and in the house at night.
My husband would sit up in bed in the middle of the night with his eyes wide open and start calling me names and picking a fight with me. When I accused him of this he would say, "What are you talking about, I said no such thing." It was like he was snapping out of a trance and honestly didn't realize what he had said to me.
We would also hear rattling around in the attic, and when we would open the attic door it would make the hair on our necks stand on end. Whatever/whoever it was seemed to dwell in the attic.
On one particular night, we were just sitting quietly on the bed in the dark and we could hear my rocking chair in the other room and what sounded like a child crying. For a minute, we just talked about what it could be. Maybe since the house was so old, it was the sound of a scared child that once lived in the house.
I made a decision, and told my husband that I was going to open myself up to whatever it was because maybe it/he/she needed help. About the time I made that decision I was overwhelmed with the darkest, most evil energy I had ever felt in my life. I immediately started shaking and crying and said, "That is NOT a child!" My husband started saying, "Block it out! Put your walls back up and it can't hurt you!" I felt a real cold energy behind me and then I felt ice cold hands wrap around my throat. I fought it off with all the mind power I could muster up and finally it subsided. I have never been so scared in my entire life.
I have ghost stories for days, but this one tops my list for "scary". I proved to myself that some things are just better left alone.
Stephanie from Louisiana
Thanks, Stephanie! Glad it all turned out okay for you.