The only thing I would consider paranormal (and I've mentioned this in the blog but I'll go into detail) is my grandfather's house which is over 150 years old and has had 2 people die in it in the same room (of old age). It's infamous for loud heavy footsteps being heard through the night right next to your bed which is something I'd gotten used to in the short periods of time I spent there as a child. It was an alright place while my grandfather took care of it, but he passed away in 2004. I went back to europe in 2007 to visit relatives etc, and spent 2 nights in that house, and it was absolutely horrifying.
The place itself was absolutely infested with hungry spiders (both mornings I woke up with bites and small cuts all over my body) but that's not even the bad part. The entire house and yard and shed and everything had this incredible feeling of a void in life. The air was heavy to breathe and there was a constant feeling of being compressed and drained of life. And if that wasn't bad enough, once I went to bed at around 12AM the first night, I heard the heavy footsteps on the floorboard even though it was just me, my dad, and uncle and I could see them sleeping. I decided to shrug that off, but the next night wasn't so easy. At around 1 pm I heard a strange noise and looked behind my bed to see a wooden drawer opening itself slowly, then closing itself to say. Needless to say, I froze on the spot thinking FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK and eventually fell asleep. The next morning we all woke up with more bites and cuts all over our bodies and decided to GTFO in the afternoon. But no, it didn't end there. as I was sitting at the breakfast table in the cellar (this is an old european house), an empty mug started sliding towards me in a very disturbing fashion (no there wasn't anyone under the table with a magnet). Luckily, after that we decided to GTFO early.
God damn it I never want to go back there again.
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