Abby Cox
I’ve been haunted since I was a teenager. My sister and I are twins and you can imagine the kind of energy 2 teenage girls can have.. anyways..
Starting when I was about 15 give or take strange things started happening in my bedroom. Little things like the volume on the radio would go up/down or the TV would go on/off. Eventually I started feeling things touching my arms, moving my hair, etc. At one point I told my sister about it and she was like, “that happens to me too”. It was scarier after that because it was like, I couldn’t just tell myself it was nothing anymore, or my imagination. Anyway it got to the point where I was sick of it because it escalated into other kinds of touching and so I told it to fuck off and to leave us alone. It did stop after that, but we could both still feel a presence.
Another instance when I was a teenager. My sister and I shared a bedroom, bunk beds. We were both laying in bed to go to sleep and out from 2 separate corners of our bedroom came 2 brilliant blue orbs. You could see them plain as day. They looked like the color of lightning only they were little orbs. Anyway, they came and flew together at the middle of our room at the ceiling and flew around each other in a circle going faster and faster and then the both went into the ceiling.
I kind of think I attract ghosts because I can sense them.. anyways. At my house now I feel a little boy. For some reason I think he was killed and buried in the basement of my house. I don’t know for sure though I don’t have any evidence to back it up. There have been several strange things that’s happend including toys being played with. One time I was in the basement and my son’s garbage truck made a noise. So I said, “Ok”. Then the noise happend again and so I said, “Ok that’s enough.” And then it did it over and over and over again so I went upstairs. Another time I was trying to take a shower. The water would not get hot so I sent my husband to the basement to check the water heater.. looked fine. He came back upstairs and told me that it was fine so I asked him if he was sure so he went to check again.
When he came up he had a strange look on his face and I said, “What?” He told me that the sink in the basement had been turned on and had no idea how it was turned on. This little bathroom in our basement isn’t really a bathroom. It’s the place where our washing machine drains and there’s a toilet and sink but it’s all really old and unusable. I didn’t even know the sink worked because I tried to turn it on once and it was rusted shut. There’s no way our kids did it because the area was blocked off with a baby gate.
Not long after, I told the little boy that he was dead and to go into the light and haven’t heard much from him since but I still feel something strange down there.
