My poltergeist experience?




 
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July 15th, 2005  
Italian Guy
 
 

Topic: My poltergeist experience?


I was invited to a friend's house for two weeks with my mom. This friend of mine lives abroad. We flew there.
Now, they're Asian and Buddhist. They strongly believe that the dead are not really dead and that their spirits still stay with us, around us, in the house. That was a totally new experience for both mom and me.
They have these paintings and pictures of their late dear ones, they call them 'the elders, the ancestors', and since the sense of hierarchy is deeply rooted in the Buddhist culture, they respect them a lot. First off, they offer them food, fruits and water all the time, since they are supposed to be with us they see no reason why they shouldn't feed em either. And they talk to them (to the pictures) every now and then. They have these sort of altars at home where they keep pictures, light up candles and so forth.
As you can imagine mom and I made a lot of fun of these things: we are pretty fun people so when we went back to our room we would laugh about it. Noone could understand, though, since noone else spoke Italian there.
Now we used to stay at my friend's mom's house, specially the first week, there was a guestroom upstairs right next to the bathroom. In from of our room was his mom and stepfather's room. In fact, my friend's dad passed away years ago, and his pictures are all around the house.
During our trip, though, depending on our different daily schedule, we also changed house, so that mom and I found a hotel for 3 nights, and slept at my friend's brother's house a couple of nights too.
This latest house was where we spent the second-last night, and since we had just had a large crab meal and it was pretty late- and we would have our flight early the next day, and since his brother had promised us to drive us to the airport, we were almost sure we would spend our last night there, and we enjoyed it there quite a bit too.
But my friend and his wife insisted so much on us to move back to his mom's place so that they could come pick us up the next morning instead than his brother had to do that.
We would have preferred to stay there but they were doing us a favor so we said yes and moved (bags and all) back to mom's house (which was another town more on the way to the airport).
At his mom's house lived his mom, stepfather, brother with wife and baby (upstairs) and very old grandma, who lived downstairs and could barely move since she had some type of paralysis on her legs. My friend and wife lived elsewhere.
His mom and stepfather, though, used to leave home extremely early in the morning, still at night. They would get up and leave at 2 am everynight.
That last night, it was around 1 am when my friend and wife dropped us off there, so we weren't sleeping yet when mom and stepfather left. At 2 o'clock as usual we heard them moving and we saw them leaving with their cars from our window- they didn't see us of course.
Now mom is a pretty shy person, so she doesn't like to occupy the restroom when other people are around, she's afraid of being intrusive and prefers to use the bathroom at night, when possible, while everybody is sleeping (in this case my friend's brother and family) or has gone to work (his mom and stepfather). It was around 2:30 when she went to the bathroom.
I want to make it clear that the bathroom was right next to our bedroom, so that you could easily switch the bathroom light on just stretching your arm out of the bedroom door.
So she went to the bathroom.
Almost immediately I started hearing these noises coming from the bathroom itself. They just kept me from sleeping, it was too much noise.
I was positive I knew what it was: Mom is pretty clumsy person, so it had happened that she had locked herself in the bathroom one of the first nights and I had to go there, talk to her through the door, calm her down and tell her what to do to unlock the door without making too much noise and waking the others up. In fact she kept pushing and pulling the door and screaming Let Me Out Oh My God We Will Have To Call 911 and stuff. Yes she is funny I know.
This time it was the same. I heard her trying to open the door and then pulling it back and I heard all these noises and as if she was switching the lights on and off etc. That was pissing me off I mean that was rude I said to myself oh god now she's gonna wake em all up. It made me so nervous (since it had already happened and I had showed her how to unlock the door) that I waited before going because I wanted her to learn how do do that.
These noises therefore didn't scare me, and lasted around 30 mins. It was around 3 am.
She opened the bedroom door, her face relaxed and calm. I said: "What the heck were you doing? You locked yourself in the bathroom again? you made so much noise you could wake everybody up my god!".
She asked me if I was kidding: She said she had been washing her face, brushing her teeth and doing what people normally do on the closet (the long thing), so usually mom doesn't honestly make too much noise when doing those three things . Actually nobody does. On top of that, she wanted to make as little noise as possible in order to be left alone and feel free to do what she had to do.
So she said she didn't hear ANYTHING. I heard a lot of noise coming right from that door. It was so close and at 3 am no other noise can be heard.
We locked the bedroom door as usual and went to bed.

We wouldn't sleep though.

Immediately we began to hear a loud noise. It was so loud and harsh.
It was like a shovel when it scratches on a rough wall. It was so loud. It was apparently located against our door (which we kept staring at with eyes open wide of course) or against theat section of wall that divides the wooden door from the ceiling (around 40 cm there).
It was an irregular noise, alternated with pauses and then again. It was as if it came from something alive. Terrifying, believe me.
At times it scratched harder and at times less and less... then again as if something was about to enter that door or crash through the wall. Yeah the direction was certainly the door towards the bathroom. It came from there.
I immediately started to wonder what it could be. I said to mom: Wait, wait, let's be rational, if dad was here what would he say? What rational explanation would he give to this? I found none, we found none.
There was no attic above our room. There was the roof. A typical low roof with light bricks and stuff. Walls were thin and there was no air conditioning or heating system that was evident. Couldn't be a crow, a bird, a cat, a mouse. It simply would have had to be a mouse as big as a horse to make that noise.
It wouldn't have let us sleep even if we wanted to (which we didn't- we were scared to death). And it was so weird that at least my friend's brother didn't wake up.
Then, and this noise went on until 5:30, we started think about the first nights, and we agreed that- even if we never mentioned that to each other - these noises were present on our first nights too. It was just another house for us, we would just sleep and when you don't know a house you ar5e never sure there's no attic or anything. Now we damn were. Plus it didn't come from above but from the door or the wall.
Now that we were awake and conscious the noise was so clear. We thought it might be my friend's dad or some spirit who wanted to make fun of us.
By 5:30 I had to go pee or I would die. I had to go! We took advantage of one of the pauses and I unlocked and opened the door. Noone was there. I never expected I would find anyone there either though.
I peed, and both the bathroom door and the bedroom door were left open, mom was in the bathroom with me looking out. We returned to the bedroom and locked the door. The noise wouldn't come back.
By 6 am it was daylight thank god and the house was less scary with all those red candles and the dead's faces staring at you.
We went downstairs after using the restroom and wait for friend and wife to come pick us. We waited outside of course. Had I forgotten a 1 billion $ inside I would have never gone back I tell you.
When they came he helped me put the bags in the trunk and he was still out of the car when his wife asked me as always how did you sleep? Well I said Oh well you know there were weird noises like scratchiing on the walls, on the door, and we didn't really sleep - it was a subtle way of asking what the hell do you think it was?
My friend was getting in the car and his wife said to him "Heard? A noise like a scratch on the wall, that's weird and scary!". Anybody else would have asked what are you talking about? You heard what? y'know that was his house too, after all.
He nodded and started the car without saying a word.
My story ends here, but I can guarantee I didn't invent or make up anything. Mom says that if she hadn't been there with me she would think I'm lying.
This is it, guys.
I thought of a poltergeist. You guys? Then why did my friend nod and didn't comment?
Why did they insisted so much on having us move back there if they knew (maybe wife didn't but family) there was something?
Oh God I don't think I ever wrote such a long postin all my three previous lives! What are your explanations?
Ciao.
July 18th, 2005  
Italian Guy
 
 
Did I scare you?
July 18th, 2005  
Tvoi-Vrag
 
Probablly a thought form
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Boots
July 18th, 2005  
Italian Guy
 
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Renegade
Probablly a thought form
Together with my mom?
July 18th, 2005  
Missileer
 
 
Ain't skeered!!!
July 18th, 2005  
Italian Guy
 
 
Well we were.
July 18th, 2005  
Tvoi-Vrag
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Italian Guy
Quote:
Originally Posted by Renegade
Probablly a thought form
Together with my mom?
Do you understand what a thought form is?
July 18th, 2005  
C/2nd Lt Robot
 
 
I'm not scared *puts pistol under bed*. Atleast not anymore. Just kidding. I didn't read a lot of it, just skipped ahead and saw loud noise and said "good part".
July 19th, 2005  
Italian Guy
 
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Renegade
Quote:
Originally Posted by Italian Guy
Quote:
Originally Posted by Renegade
Probablly a thought form
Together with my mom?
Do you understand what a thought form is?
Maybe not, whats that exactly?

Quote:
Originally Posted by nulli secundus
and said "good part"
Do you think I made it up, right?
July 19th, 2005  
Locke
 
 
nah, we just think you shouldn't go see any scary movies in a while, be without a bit of garlic or holy water, or walk the streets without the "ghostbusters" as your personal escorts

if that is what happened and what you heard, then thats just wierd