My husband doesn’t believe in ghosts or hauntings unlike me. The house we currently live in has two ghosts.
About 5 years ago when my husband and I were living in the D.C. area, I swore our apartment was haunted. I felt an angry presence in the dining room and in the living room there was a very gentle female presence.
One time I got up in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen for some water.
When I walked through the living room I came to a screeching halt when I saw this cloudy, tall figure. I ran my ass back to the bedroom, jumped back into bed, and woke up my hubby to tell him there’s something in the living room.
He wasn’t amused and went back to sleep.
I couldn’t go to sleep after that and was lying awake in bed most of the night.
The one that really scared the hell out of me is when I was asleep one early morning and I felt someone grab my shoulder and shake me awake. I knew it was my husband but when I turned, nobody was there.
I started to think my husband was trying to scare me but when I got out of bed, I saw that he was taking a shower in his bathroom. The hairs on my arms stood up and I started to panic.
My husband kept insisting that it wasn’t him and after that I dreaded sleeping in the bedroom. There were also alot of times when I would be sitting on the couch and felt like I was being stared at.
Just a few months after the hummingbird was born, we moved and I was so happy to be out of that place.
Have you ever had a spooky experience? Do you have a favorite scary movie you like to watch on Friday the 13th?