The Hallway
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ScatterJaw.com Admin
My first paranormal experience happened when I was the age of four. My parents were living in Ohio at the time in an apartment; a few days earlier we attended the funeral of my grandfather. I was home sick lying on the couch watching cartoons my mother and sister went down to the laundry room and left me in the apartment alone. Shortly after they left the apartment I saw a dark apparition appear in the hallway. I was
stunned, as it started walking towards me I got up off the couch and tried to open the door to go outside but it was locked so I screamed and screamed what felt like an eternity. My Mother came through the door and said whats the matter I told her; I also told her I tried to get out but the door was locked and she said "Sweetheart I didnt lock the door". That was my first paranormal experience.
The Window
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ScatterJaw.com Admin
When I was seven my parents lived in this really cool two story condo. One night I was fast asleep in the top bunk of my bunk bed and woke up to the site of a silhouette of a man, all black in a trench coat wearing a gangster hat outside my bedroom window which was on the second floor.There were no trees or any type of platform for this shadow to be standing on. I looked at it for some time then it disappeared. If you have had a similar encounter please share your story with us.
The Little Boy In The Window
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Nichole
The first encounter that I can remember happened when I was really young in Ohio. We lived in a two story home, my brother and I was outside on the side house playing I looked up and there was a little boy in our bedroom window. Afterwards I used to talk and play with him. I remember he wanted to play cars in the closet one night so I sat with him and played then my Mom opened the closet and she saw the cars moving and said, “What are you doing in here?” I replied, “Playing!” After that night things started to get scary. The little boy used to sit on my bed at night while I
was trying to sleep in an attempt to hold a conversation with me. I would ignore him hoping he would go away. One morning my grandfather came to pick me up, I came out of my room with my baby doll (I wanted to bring it with me) while I was standing at the top of the steps my Dad said, “Go put the doll back in your room”; so I turned to do so when suddenly I fell down the steps, as I was tumbling down I was holding my doll so
tight. When I came to a stop at the bottom of the steps I didn’t have my doll I was confused the doll was no longer in my hands but in a seated position at the top of the stairs looking down on me and my family. Did I turn and slip or was this a malicious attempt to get back at me for not talking to the little boy in the window? To this day I do not know how the doll made it back to the top of the steps in a seated position.