I have had several run ins with paranormal activity. One thing in particular is a shadow, or ghost, cat that has been following me for years. But the thing that startles me the most, is with the religion I am (I wont go into details here), we are taught that there is no afterlife, nor is there a heaven or hell that you go to when you die. ghost are actually demons. This is jsut what we are taught, no worries. However, they still make themselves knows.

One story in specific still freaks my stuff out. I did not see this, but it was in a very haunted house that we lived in some eleven years ago. Coming home from work one night, my sister had gotten a ride from my brother and his life long friend. I need to explain the set up of this very large living room. the house in general was very old, and very large. It was 4 bedrooms and two bath, having to fit 6 children and two adults. The living room was actually a living room and dinning room put together with no seperation at all. It was a huge, open space that we used as a living room and entry way. To the left of the door was the den, as we called it. Connected to this area was a hall where the downstairs bathroom was, a closet under the stairs, my mom and dad's room, and then the kitchen. Attatched to the kitchen was a utility room and a back door. now, going back to the living room. To the right we had the stairs. These things were dangerous to begin with. There had been carpet on them, and had been torn up so staples hung out from the stairs creating a very painful torn foot if you weren't careful. At the bottom of the stair my mom had a sewing table (yes this information is needed), the sewing machine was attached to the bottom of it, underneath, and you simply pulled it out and sat it on top for use.

As they came in and were about to head upstairs, something came outfrom under this table. I say something, because we still have no freakin clue what the heck this thing was. It was like a person, but it's limbs were lopsided and it walked on it's fours, like a crab. One of it's legs were too short, and sort of crooked. It skittered off, limping and wiggling and just being all sorts of freakishness as it did so.


Later, in the same house. My brother was coming down the stairs one day and was shoved. He cut his foot open on the dangerous stairs.