Written Confession: A Paranormal Night Alone
The following written confession was shared via The Confessionals Facebook page:
I had been on my guard since the last visit. It was the first time I felt threatened/scared. At this time I was not very well versed with the finer points of hauntings or how to deal with them. It was a week night so it was off to bed early because I am a natural early riser. I was awakened around midnight by a horrible nightmare that left me and the sheets soaking wet. The details of that dream have faded over the years but still remember the darkness of it.
I got up to get a drink of water and to let the sheets dry out a bit. I climbed back into bed shifting more to one side to stay off the damp sheets. As I laid there trying not to think of the nightmare I caught an "off" sound that came from the end of the bed. My ears perked up as I strained to hear the sound again. I decided to grab a pillow and propped my head up on the sleigh bed's footboard. Just moments later I did hear the sound again. It came from the wall that was just feet from my head. I shot straight up and turned to face the sound. The sound was nothing I had ever heard or have ever heard since that night. I can only compare it the sound of a can of spray paint being discharged but much, much lower in tone.
As I stared at the wall and sound I tried to pin point what part of the wall it was coming from. However the sound would be toward the lower part and then sound off up toward the top. They came 5-10 seconds apart. Then 4-5 seconds apart. Shooting from the top left to the bottom right. All of a sudden it was a constant repetitive mean disturbing LOUD over and over again. I had back up from the foot of the bed mid way through staring with WIDE eyes trying to figure out what the h#*ll was going on.
I soon realized that I did want to be where I was at. I jumped from the bed and headed for the front of the house. As I entered the utility room the sound got stronger and louder. It was coming from the bathroom that was opposite from my room. I flipped the light on in the utility room as I eased up to the bathroom. The sound was deafening. I stretched my arm into the bathroom to turn on the light. The sound was coming from the bathtub and wouldn't you know it the shower curtain was closed. I was pretty much freaking out at this point and wasn't about to enter the bathroom and open that curtain with my hand.
I looked around the utility room and saw the broom. I quickly grabbed that and slowly creped into the bathroom. I had the broom stretched out cause I wanted to be as far away from that tub as possible. I hooked the end of the shower curtain and jerked it open. And there, right there in front of me was nothing. Nothing but this evil, evil sound going around in circles over and over pausing from second to second to stop in front of me to give me a "well howdy do" to let me know it knew I was there.
I was shaking in my undies. Tears were streaming down my face and was unable to comprehend what I was witnessing. I have since learned that mean hauntings feed off your fears, well let me tell you there was plenty of fodder to feed from. I was absolutely terrified. This moment only lasted about a minute or two but seemed like hours. It continued going around and around in this small space of the shower/tub getting madder and madder. The low deep spraying sound was so loud at this point. After the few minutes it made a move to the lower part of the tub constantly making the sound and going in circles. Here's odd part, IT went down the drain. You could hear as the tone changed as it entered the opening and how the sound carried as it went into the plumbing to fade out.
I was left standing there with a broom in my hands shaking. I quickly left the bathroom and went to the front room. I was pacing back and forth trying to figure out what had just happened and what I was going to do next. I knew I had to calm down some how. That sound just seemed to continue in my head over and over.
After a bit I knew I had to get to bed because I had to be a work in a short time. With EVERY light on I eased into the bedroom. I climb into bed sliding all the way to the other side of the bed with my back on the edge of the bed. I was facing the door way and could see pretty much all of the room. I laid there for only a few moments when I felt something set on the bed right where the previous visitor stopped. It sat on part of my leg as it made itself comfortable. I was able to see the bed compress down as this happened. Sigh, I screamed like a little girl and ran to the front room and picked up my shaking. I was back to the pacing around like crazy again trying figure my best move.
The thing was I didn't have anyplace to go. There was such a heavy, intense, thick, mean feeling/vibe that radiated from the door way into the utility room. It's presents was so, so forceful that I found myself in the furthest corner of the front room. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I felt so mean. I was afraid it was going to spill into the front and fill it up with this thick soup.
I wanted to run and fast. But I was in my underwear and it was February in AR which means very cold. I had to set in the corner of that room for hours to pass until that feeling of being watched by a mean thing to fade away. When it did I ran into my room quickly gabbing whatever clothes I could find and throw them on as I headed out the front door.
