Supernatural Experiences

I have a few of my own experiences.

one of them happens whenever i stay overnight at my Ex's parent's house. Just a brief history of the house before i go on with the story. The House itself has been with their family since the late 1800's and besides a few modern inside rennovations, it is still basically the same house from when it was built in the 1800's. Also, one of my ex's dad's father's brother whose room i always am asked to sleep in was killed in Iwojima .

Generally whenever i crash over there, i always take thier two dogs; Pochi and Chibita to sleep with me because i get an extremely unfriendly vibe from the room. I Literally have to sleep with my back to the wall and have an entire view of the room because whenever i don't, i instantly feel a strong presence/gaze being cast upon me that sends shivers down my spine. This happens nearly everytime, but it ended up escalating to downright fucked up one night.

So i end up spending O-bon at their house ( Anyone who is japanese, know's O-bon is a creepy fucking time ). O-bon is essentially a japanese traditional week-long event in August where essentially the dead come to visit the family and the family pays respect to the dead by offerings, cleaning, praying, etc.

The last night of O-bon, i was getting ready to crash after taking a shower. I went downstairs to round up pochi and chibita, but the moment they got upstars, they refused to take one step into the room i was staying in and the hair shot staight up on their backs. So i just brushed this off and went to sleep while having a nightlight function set on the main light in the room. Every 2-3 hours i would be awoken by poking feelings in my chest region and each time i did wake up, the nightlight was switched off. I was creeped the fuck out, but was tired and just wanted to get some sleep. When i woke up in the morning, I saw the closet was wide open, all of my possessions like books, music, etc that had any english on it whatsoever was outside my room and the door was locked from the inside as well as a picture of the deceased family member was sitting in a upright position next to the door.

I freaked the fuck out and ran as fast as i could downstairs with the photo in my hand and asked them where it came from and they said it was stored in the closet in my room. My tales i told them of that night creeped them out and since then, i've never had to sleep in that room nor will i ever again.

Anyways i'm too creeped out retelling this event, so my other story is gonna have to wait.

Jam it back in, in the dark.