Let's face it. There are things in this world that cannot be explained, things that we just cannot wrap our minds around,
things that are left to speculation.
So what do we do when such situations occur? We tell other people, to boggle their minds as well.
things that are left to speculation.
So what do we do when such situations occur? We tell other people, to boggle their minds as well.
I am welcoming all of you to post any paranormal experiences that you personally have witnessed.
I will start with one of my own.
Well, it's been about 2 years now. My brother was down for spring break.
I had recently gotten my license and I was eager to drive, so I told my brother about this house called the "Rose Glen" and I said that we should go check it out one night, due to the fact that the rumor around here is that it is haunted. He agreed, so we decided on a night.
When that night came we left for the house. It wasn't that long of a drive from my house, only about 20 miles. When we arrived I parked my car in the community college parking lot that was right across the road from the Rose Glen. So we walked to the house, neither one of us would admit how nervous we were, especially not me. I of course had to "one-up" my brother.
We stepped inside. Immediately I got the feeling of being watched. I wanted to leave, but I felt compelled to go upstairs. I shit you not. I felt that I HAD to go upstairs. So I led on, flashlight beaming from side to side, casting awkward shadows on the wall. Every creek, moan, and groan of the old house frightened me in a way unimaginable to man. The whole aura of the house just unsettles your demeanor. Well we made it upstairs, I immediately head into the bedroom on the right.
Here's where shit gets real.
What is on the fucking floor? An old porcelain doll. At this point I am ready to leave.
So is my brother, as soon as he laid eyes on that doll he was like, "Dude, FUCK this let's go!" I agreed. We rushed down the stairs and into the "safety" of the lawn. I was about to run to my car when I realized something.
I don't have my fucking keys. I keep my keys on a lanyard, like many people do. But, my lanyard has a little clip thing on it so the keys can be unattached so you can start your car without having to take on and off the lanyard. I thought to myself, "Oh damnit, they must've fallen off somewhere in the house."
This is due to the fact that I always fumble with my lanyard and I always clip and unclip the lanyard when I get nervous. So we go back in and sure enough they're right there at the base of the stairs.
Here's where this gets scary. Listen to me, this story is 100% truth. I am not bullshitting you whatsoever.
I shine the light up the stairs, to get one last glimpse.
What is at the top of the stairs? That. Fucking. Doll.
My hairs stand on in and I am speechless. I drop my flashlight and run for the door, my brother right behind me. As soon as we hit the lawn I burst to the parking lot and rip open my car door. My brother isn't 2 steps behind me. When he gets in we sit there catching our breath.
And then he says, "Please tell me you saw that, please tell me you fucking saw that."
To which I reply, "Hell yeah I saw it, dude I am never even driving by this fucking house again."
We drove home in silence.
Wanna see pictures of the Rose Glen? Check them out in the spoiler below.
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