In a rural town in South West Michigan, I grew up with a large family of 5 sisters and a brother. Being the third youngest, and at the time of being 7 years old, my father had just completed building the two story house that we all grew up in that still sits on the property to this day. We never experienced anything unsusal, and you’d think it being a new home we never would. However, things took a rather dark turn for the worst when my second oldset sister decided to have some friends over when it was discovered by my father that they were messing around with a ouiji board. Now I can’t say whether it was this, or my mother’s strange obsession with collecting antiques, that could have cause paranormal events to take place on our property, but what I can tell you is that we all experienced collectively and on our own some very weird occurrences. The first incident that took place was when we had all just goten back from visiting grand parents in Chicago. We had all been put to bed, and I was alone in my room. As I laid in bed I began to see a hanger that was laying on the bedroom floor begin to flutter then dance across the room. As I screamed in terror, my parents quickly rushed to my bedroom door, only to not take anything of what I had told them seriously. I laid awake all night and experienced it happen three more times, when finally they got so annoyed with it, they held my door shut and told me to go to sleep. A few weeks passed and I was the laughing matter of the family, as jokes about the dancing hanger constantly filled dinner conversations. Until one day we had noticed that our mother and father grew restless from the night before, only to find out that they had heard water pouring down their walls. My father slept with a glass of water by the bed, and one night they were about to fall asleep, they had thought that my father spilled the glass. Only to turn on the lights and see it sitting there. This happened a few more times, until they did not understand exactly what was going on. Another night, the entire family was upstairs praying as we did before bed, when we heard the door open. The second oldest sister was away at softball camp, but for some reason we all heard her walk through the door. We all heard her walk to her room as her baggy pants that she always wore in the early 90s did. We all heard her open her door, and throw her backpack full of various key chains hit the ground as she always did when she came home. However, she was away at softball camp, and as my father called out to her, no one answered. He then walked downstairs to her room and searched the entire first floor only to see no one. This is when everyone began questioning things and started taking my laughable story seriously. My mother who had been checking to make sure we were all asleep walked by my younest sister’s roomy to cath her, who at the time was younger than 2, to be standing up talking, laughing, and swinging at a red orb floating above her crib. My mother stood there in fear and watched as my youngest sister played with whatever it was, up until the moment it bounced away disappearing to then leave my sister silent and sitting down. Strange occurrences like this persisted to occur, and eventually a priest was called in to bless the house. As this all went on, my parents divorced, my four older sisters moved away leaving my father and me to the house, with my little brother and sister going back and fourth between my mother and father’s. At this time, I was in high school, and worked at two restaurants. Several times I would get out of work late around 1 am. The worst encounter I had ever had was one night, when I got out of work and came home, showered, and laid down in bed. My laptop was sitting on the other side of the room. It was providing just enough light that I could see the outline of the room. I was laying awake as I could not fall asleep and I began to feel a strange presence in the room. As I look to the ceiling I began to feel it getting closer and closer. I laid there in fear and then heard finger nails being dragged across the wall moving to my direction. As it got just above my head I heard the nails stop, and begin to tap tap tap. Three times. Tap tap tap. Three more times. Tap tap tap three last times. Tears run down my face as I begin to type this as it was so haunting at the time. I was so frozen in fear. I laid there unable to move looking at the ceiling. A hole began to appear above my head and thick black smoke began to roll out from it forming a cloud above my bed. The cloud stop growing in size, and fell over me in a swift motion, and I felt a freezing cold air and heard howling winds pass my ears as it happened. I was paralyzed. I laid there and watched it happen again. I then shut my eyes and prayed every prayer that I could recite until I fell asleep. I told my father the next day and he had me talk to a priest. This did nothing as I constantly heard footsteps and things violently moving around the house. Shortly after I left to join the military and was away for 6 years. I almost shoved aside and forgot about the hauntings until I recently moved back. Over last January a girlfriend of mine and I had decided to stop at the house to complete some work on a motorcycle I had there. As soon as we got to the house we smelled smoke and began searching frantically for an electric fire in the house. We searched every room and found nothing. We walked back to the unattached garage to get back to work on the bike, when I couldn’t let it slip my mind. I stared out the window at the house and she began questioning me. I can’t describe what I saw, other than a very tall dark figure run at an alarming speed from the house. I couldn’t help but get a second look. I walked back to the house and wanted to know more. But the smell of smoke had completely vanished. We walked through every room again, and found nothing. It was gone. This had began to frighten her, and when I explained that things were not so normal there, without going to far into detail, she wanted to leave. When we got back to her apartment I was about to hop into the shower when she had asked me what happened to my back. Take a look at the picture and tell me what you think for yourself.
Now I remember my back hurting for some wword reason that day, but I know for sure I didn’t scratch it. Even more strange we stopped at my mother’s on the way to her apartment when I complained about my back hurting, and my mother looked at it to see f anything was out of place. So all three of us saw nothing, but when we arrived at her apartment, my back was covered in scratches. What’s even stranger, is a few months ago, I was scrolling through some old pictures on my phone when my 2 year old son was sitting on my lap. As soon as this picture came up he grabbed at my phone and said “ghost. Bat ghost.” I didn’t know what to do and said, “what buddy?” And he replied the same. Out of curiosity I Google and picture of the devil and he pointed at that and said bat ghost. Now I was beyond terrified. And I know I probably shouldn’t have reacted that way, and showed him either pictures. However, what of any of this makes sense? Now I can go a lot further into detail and there are a lot more strange encounters that I could expand on, but it’s just too much at once. I don’t know what to make sense of any of it. Has anyone else had similar experiences?