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Old Hag

Indian Hag by obiwan [Reviews - 0]

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Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2006 13:30:35 -0700 (PDT)
Name: patrick
Location: Canada

My personal experience,

I’ve decided to write about my experiences on this website in I’m hoping that someone will be able to help.

I never truly believed in ghosts until I experienced a ghost encounter for the first time about a year ago. Since then I have had two other very bizarre experiences.

I was sleeping in the basement at my boyfriend’s place with the two dogs at the end of the bed. Everyone was sleeping; it was about 3:00-4:00 am. I just woke up in a jump as if someone had just whispered something in my hear. At the same time, the dog’s started barking. I thought I had probably just scared them but at the same time I felt a presence.

I told myself I was half asleep and was just imagining the entire scenario, so I got off the bed to make my way up the stairs - knowing the dog would just follow me as they always do- but not this time. As I was making my way up the stair, the dog’s had not stopped barking and had actually started to get aggressive. They wore both starring at the wall of the head of the bed growling and gnashing their teeth in a way I had never seen them do. It was as if they could sense a presence of harm. I quickly reminded myself that I was probably just still half asleep. So I grabbed one dog under the arm and the other by the collard and off we went upstairs in another room to sleep.

A few months later, again I was sleeping at my boyfriends place but this time alone in his bedroom. I woke up again in a jump and felt something watching me. I glanced in mirror across the room when I saw an old man looking straight at me. He was dressed in vintage cloths, similar to the leather ceremonial gowns that many Canadian aboriginal peoples would wear in the past. He had a long braid falling on he’s right shoulder and bleu eye’s. At that moment I just froze and hide under the blankets. I told myself I was probably just half asleep and needed to calm down. I thought to myself “Now that you’re awake, if you really think this is happening then check! Check to see if he’s still there!”. So I did, but he was gone.

My last bizarre experience confirms the two other. I know I wasn’t sleeping or imagining.

Again, I was sleeping alone in my boyfriend room. It was last winter and my alarm clock rang at 6:30 am. It was still pitch dark outside. As I pressed the snooze button, I heard foot steps coming up. The foot steps sounded like my boyfriend’s father’s dress shoes. As the steps where getting closer, I heard the dog who was in the other room slightly bark a few times. So, I tried to call out to him. As I attempted to do so, my voice was disappearing. I was feeling more and more pressure to my chest and could not call out, meanwhile the foot steps are up stairs and heading towards my room. The closer they got the more pressure was released to my chest. I could barely breathe. I was so afraid, I put my head under the blankets to calm down. I though to myself, this can’t be happening, I must be having a panic attack which would explain why I’m having trouble breathing. So, in order to calm down I tried to take deep breaths and focus on getting calm again, until the footstep stopped at the end of my bed. I figured, I just got scared and imagined the whole thing. So I told myself, just like the last time with the old man “if you think there is something there then why don’t you take a look”. As I slightly opened my eyes something was at the end of the bed. I was too scared to open my eyes fully and look at its face, I glanced at the body. It was standing right at the end of the bed; I could feel it looking at me. I tried to call out but the pressure from my chest was so intense. I was frozen in fear. The only thing I could think to do was to pray and ask my grandfather who passed away several years a go to tell this “thing” I didn’t want to talk to him or make any communication. After a few seconds of praying, slowly the pressure from my chest was released. I looked to see if it was till there but it had gone.

That was my last encounter with a “ghost”, I get the feeling it’s trying to communicate something to me but I’m too scared to confront it. What should I do?

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