Bad Luck Old Hag Experience
My house is sorta new (just 20 years old), but too much weird stuff happens. Most of my older siblings have lived there. Two of them report seeing zoomers, their name for balls of light that go zooming around the house. I've seen these as well. Doors can be shut all the way and without the slightest breeze open again.
But the scariest thing happened to me. On Thursday night, the week after New Year, 2012, I fell asleep.
I had a crazy, weird dream. I was walking over a hill across the street from our hospital in Lebanon, Oregon. I walked down the hill and there was a physical therapy center. I went into the lobby, looked around, and was heading out the door when I heard a dog bark. I turned around and there was a Mexican lady holding onto a medium-sized white dog. She said, "The dog is yours. You've shown that you are the one."
I woke up. Weird dreams are sorta normal for me, but this was new. I was staring up at the ceiling of my room and I fell asleep again.
In this dream I was walking out of the parking lot of Safeway(same town) when a tall guy and some kids ran past me. I ran to catch up with them. They turned right onto the sidewalk. I caught up just in time to see them go down an alley a little ways down the street. I followed. They had stopped because there was a big empty space with only rotten planks to get across. I stepped up boldly and started to walk across when I fell into the abyss... and woke up.
I woke up on my back with my arms crossed over my chest. I tried to move onto my side, but all I could manage was moving my head. I finally just resolved looking at my ceiling when this pressure started to build on the front of my body.
I've read my share of ghost stories, so later I was thinking that something was sitting on me (at the time I couldn't think). I shut my eyes, though I wasn't aware of it. I heard a thump and a baby cry. I tried sitting up and I thought I did until I opened my eyes again. It felt like someone had put a blanket of lead on me.
Then in an instant -- nothing. I could move again. I could breath. I could think. The first thing I did was check the time (1:30 in the morning), grab a blanket and pillow, and move to the couch. The funny thing is, that was the first time in a month I hadn't slept with my dogs at my feet. The next day bad luck all day. I didn't realize there was such a thing as a bad Friday.
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But the scariest thing happened to me. On Thursday night, the week after New Year, 2012, I fell asleep.
I had a crazy, weird dream. I was walking over a hill across the street from our hospital in Lebanon, Oregon. I walked down the hill and there was a physical therapy center. I went into the lobby, looked around, and was heading out the door when I heard a dog bark. I turned around and there was a Mexican lady holding onto a medium-sized white dog. She said, "The dog is yours. You've shown that you are the one."
I woke up. Weird dreams are sorta normal for me, but this was new. I was staring up at the ceiling of my room and I fell asleep again.
In this dream I was walking out of the parking lot of Safeway(same town) when a tall guy and some kids ran past me. I ran to catch up with them. They turned right onto the sidewalk. I caught up just in time to see them go down an alley a little ways down the street. I followed. They had stopped because there was a big empty space with only rotten planks to get across. I stepped up boldly and started to walk across when I fell into the abyss... and woke up.
I woke up on my back with my arms crossed over my chest. I tried to move onto my side, but all I could manage was moving my head. I finally just resolved looking at my ceiling when this pressure started to build on the front of my body.
I've read my share of ghost stories, so later I was thinking that something was sitting on me (at the time I couldn't think). I shut my eyes, though I wasn't aware of it. I heard a thump and a baby cry. I tried sitting up and I thought I did until I opened my eyes again. It felt like someone had put a blanket of lead on me.
Then in an instant -- nothing. I could move again. I could breath. I could think. The first thing I did was check the time (1:30 in the morning), grab a blanket and pillow, and move to the couch. The funny thing is, that was the first time in a month I hadn't slept with my dogs at my feet. The next day bad luck all day. I didn't realize there was such a thing as a bad Friday.
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