the old band room here at the school I teach at was haunted. I had 3 different personal experiences. Two of them happened around a marimba that was donated to the school in honor of one of my drum students who died suddenly of leukemia when he was a junior. I know it was him coming back to check on us.
I firmly believe in the paranormal b/c I have had over 10 personal experiences starting from the age of 2 on. Most were in my tween and early 20's years. I grew up in a family of "mystics". My mom was/is super into the occult, astral projection and meditation in the 70's. Her best friend is a medium, and always said that I have "abilities". I have done my own studies of metaphysics since 7th grade
Back at my old duplex my guitar player and I were jamming in the basement. Out of the corner of our eyes we spotted a little white girl in brown hair in a white dress at the bottom of the stairs, but when we turned to look there was nothing there.
This house was originally purchase by my mother from a Haitian priest in one of the rougher sides of town at the time. I think was about 13 when we moved in there and I believe the house was the issue to a lot of my families turmoil.
My sister battling with husbands and drugs. My mother getting sick with brain cancer and passing away. Me falling into DKA and becoming a type one diabetic at a late age of 23-24.
Shortly after moving out of the house my life seemed to drastically get better it seemed.
I went back to visit the house a few years after it had been foreclosed upon, and sneaking in through an unlocked window in the back. The house had a cold draft and eeriness about it. It made my skin scrawl.
OK so here is something scary. I ran a blues and rock jam for a couple of years. Of course we used my drum set. One time a drummer showed up and he was playing wild and loud. Showing off for his girlfriend and her friends. He was using the drum sticks that I supplied for those drummers who are too dumb to bring their own sticks. When I got back up to my drums to play I found this. OMG!!!
OK so here is something scary. I ran a blues and rock jam for a couple of years. Of course we used my drum set. One time a drummer showed up and he was playing wild and loud. Showing off for his girlfriend and her friends. He was using the drum sticks that I supplied for those drummers who are too dumb to bring their own sticks. When I got back up to my drums to play I found this. OMG!!!
I don't have any ghost stories, but recently have acquired strange taste and changes in my diet. It's sort of freaking me out -I may becoming a foodie. I'm thinking of trying that "Carnivore diet" since my taste have been running in that general range. I may call a dietician or a doctor and ask them what's up-why do I have these cravings.
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After my former band split, the keyboardist decided to erase all our recordings we uploaded on Google Drive for more than a year. Since I was the owner of it, I've done backups constantly so I recovered everything the next day. I've never heard of that guy again. He was a very calm, intelligent and funny guy but he was obviously crazy and not a great keyboardist to be honest.
I once visited ‘The Golden Fleece’ in York, the UK’s most haunted pub. During a visit to the gentlemans’ room, I happened upon a pair of eerie ghoulies…true story…
Before moving to our forever home, my family lived in a haunted duplex. Doors would open/close, strange noises coming from weird places, etc. Nothing malevolent, just off putting. Even the dogs were effected by it at times.
There was a bonus room upstairs that became my music room. That room was weird. Lights would turn on and off, hanging speaker cables would seem to dance along with my drumming. Sometimes I would go upstairs and get a very creepy feeling like the room didnt want me there and I wanted to go back downstairs. Again, nothing malevolent.
I found out about 2 years in that a little girl had died in the building like 20 years earlier. My guess is she still lives there.
Recently my daughter was out in a garden with her Nan and Mum, apparently she looked back into the house we were at and pointed to one of the windows and said “there’s a man in there”
Then a few hours later inside the house she suddenly looked behind her, looked up and said “Hi” to absolutely no one.
(EDIT: There was a snare drum in the room - not related to the story whatsoever and I’m just doing this to please Al)
Now when I go to that house I take my proton pack just in case.
When we bought the house were told the only owner died in Hospital by the estate agents but now I’m not so sure…..
I have to go there on my own once a week so if I don’t post on here for a while I’ve obviously been taken to the shadow realm.
Recently my daughter was out in a garden with her Nan and Mum, apparently she looked back into the house we were at and pointed to one of the windows and said “there’s a man in there”
Then a few hours later she suddenly looked behind her, looked up and said “Hi” to absolutely no one.
Now when I go to that house I take my proton pack just in case.
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