My little experiences

Here's a couple paranormal things that have happened to me over the years.

I was about 7 years old when this happened. I was staying at my pregnant aunt's house for the night. When I used to stay at her house I would sleep on her bedroom floor because I didn't want to sleep downstairs on the couch by myself. Anyway, I had a strange dream that night. In the dream, I was woken up by a baby crying. So I went to the future child's room. There was crib in the middle of the room and of course that's where the crying was coming from. So I walked over to it and looked over the edge. I saw a baby with its mouth sewn shut. I woke up suddenly and of course, as a seven year old, I was terrified. Four years later the kid starts learning to speak. But something's not right. They take him to a doctor, and he is diagnosed with a speech impairment.

This is a story that the same aunt told me when I was about ten. Every morning she would drink her coffee on her back porch; she had this super tacky wicker chair set. One morning she we t out and all the chairs were gone. She has two levels to her back yard, and on both levels the wicker chairs were gone. She kind of forgets about it and drinks her coffee inside, she had a lot of stuff to do that day. So the next day, as she walked by her back door window, she noticed something different. She went outside and there were all her wicker chairs, in a huge pile, torn to shreds in the middle of her yard. That's not it though, they were covered in blood. I know this is a now third hand story now, me telling it to you, but it's still interesting nonetheless.

The rest of these stories are all me. At the time of this one I was either 12 or 13. I had a dream that I was at a funeral. I didn't know who it was for, but my family was all around me, looking very sad. I had this sense that it was someone who died early, like it wasn't their time. I wake up, unnerved but I carry on with my day. Two weeks later, my mom gets a call. Her cousin died in a car accident the night before. I never went to the funeral though, since I never met him before, even my mom didn't know him that well.

This one, two years after the death, is just beyond weird. A serious ಠ_ಠ um wut. I was home alone, watching a movie, if you must know is was Lady in the Water, and I decided I NEED SOME MOTHERFUCKING HOT CHOCOLATE. So I paused my movie, set the kettle, prepared my mug and waited. Then I heard the audio from the movie like it had unpaused, which would not be weird if it was VHS but this was a DVD. So I'm like NOOO I DON'T WANT TO MISS ANYTHING and run to the living room to repause it. But that's the thing, it was still paused in the same frame as it was when I left it. I was WTFing but I heard the kettle whistle so I went back to the kitchen. Sitting on the counter, is my hot chocolate, already made complete with marshmallows.

These two are fairly recent, within the past two months. First one: I was doing some laundry when I felt something watching me. I had been having that feeling a lot lately, but I never saw anything. It would do any harm to tell whatever it is to fuck off, so I did. "Fuck off, you are not welcome here and you never were." The feeling leaves me and I go back to the kitchen where I belong and start making supper. Standing in front of the oven, I look past the kitchen doorway and watch a misty, white figure glide towards my front door. FUCKING NOPE but at least it left.

Second, much less NOPE-worthy: laying in bed on a Tuesday morning. Think to myself, I should check if it's a snow day. I get out of bed and open my window and see that it is nice out, wet because winter is ending but not bad enough to warrant a snow day. So I start walking to school and see my grandma at the bank. She says to me "Oh, lucky you! No school today!"(she knew because she works there) I was thinking Are you fucking kidding me I should have listened to myself earlier, but NOPE logic had to get in the way.

So yeah there's my stories, I apologize, writing is not a talent I possess. Tell me your stories now!