Creepy True Stories

Have a Happy Supernateral Halloween
by Olivia Carol McMichael on Sunday, October 25, 2009 at 9:42pm
Okay so first, before you read this, I have not fabricated, or elaborated any of the following stories you are about to read. I have added some detail, and given in a feel for the creepy, but only to encapsulate the mood of these tails… These are all personal encounters I had had with the supernatural. I have also heard a fair share of true stories from other people, all which lead me to firmly believe in the Supernatural, which makes Halloween a favorite holiday. The other reason I love this time of year is because it brings back alot of fond memories of my mother sewing and making us the best and most elaborate costumes for my sister and I. My mom is the best! She would seriously drive us to like 5 plus neighborhoods in one night, one to show off her awesome costumes, two to make me and my sister the happiest trick or treaters in the state of Georgia with at least a half a years supply of candy! But back to the point, what do we think of in lieu of Halloween? Riiiight ghosts, and what more? Ghost stories, and other things of the unseen nature... WHA AH AH... so sit back with some hot apple cider and let the tales begin!

Growing up I always knew I was a little different, not like the kid in the sixth sense. I didn’t see dead people, I would just more or less see the effects of the unseen. When I was a child I had an odd feeling about my basement, and because we used the space quiet frequently, I would have to piddle down the green carpeted stairs from time to time to retrieve a toy or book I may have left in it’s cavernous space. So one evening while about half way down the stairs as I stared into the dark vastness of the area, I reached for the light, but just before I did, I heard something or someone call out my name, “Olivia” Without hesitation I turned around and bolted up the stairs to tell my sister. I had forgotten about this occurrence until recently when my sister jogged my memory, and all the details of the basement story flooded into my head. I still have dreams about that basement till this day.

Another story was when I was seven, something that I remember as clearly as it happened yesterday, and one of the reasons why I believe in guardian angels. I went to the pool party of a boy named Quincy, who I had a major crush on, his house was huge, placed atop a hill with a very steep driveway. Once there, I changed into my bathing suit, only to learn for the first time in my life that you don’t wear you underwear under your bathing suit, lol. After changing (correctly) I headed out, a bunch of the kids where in the hot tub, of which I had no interest. I wanted to go in the pool before anyone else did, because I didn’t want to admit that I couldn’t swim to save my life (because of embarrassment). So I looked at the diving board, stood on it for a while, and decided I didn’t have a death wish that day, so I when to the other end of the pool, where there were some floaty things. I hopped on a white long rectangular floaty, but the thing did not support my weight, (later realized it was a toy meant for people who could at least paddle) and I dropped like a rock to the bottom of the pool. My lungs quickly filling with water, I passed out, saw a burst of light, and then saw my own body floating lifeless in the pool. I looked past my body and saw a set of grooved steps in the cement siding of the pool, something one would not be able to see standing outside of the pool. In a second I had snapped back into my body, and moved to where I had seen the grooves (in my out of body state), and literally pulled myself out of the water. Once out, I was spitting up water, no one was around, no parents, nothing, so I had no witnesses. When my mother came to pick me up, I told her I almost died, and she didn’t really seem to pay much attention, I mean how do you tell your mom “I just had an out of body experience today that saved me from certain doom mom.” Call it a chemical reaction, but then tell me how I knew about the grooves in the side of the pool to pull myself out? There is no other explanation than spiritual intervention.

About six years later when I was about 12 or so, I had a completely different spiritual experience while home alone. I was watching television when out my peripheral vision, I spied my white patent leather tote rise from the adjacent sofa and into the air. I quickly jerked my head to look, and it dropped back instantly onto the couch. I stood up and felt (what I would describe as) a mild gust of chilly wind pass over my shoulders, and I knew there was something else in the house with me. I walked into my room, and clearly stated out loud “if you have something to say, do it!” And there in my room, a music box that had not been touched for months began to play. I picked it up as it played and it stopped. I tried to rationalize for a while, telling myself, maybe I was just spooked being home alone, maybe I just thought I saw the purse raise and fall… I also examined the box, there was no good reason why it should have played out of nowhere, it was old, and the knob itself was hard to turn in both directions. I also checked around for open windows to explain the cold wind. But nothing could explain this strange occurrence.

This one I don’t tell a lot of people, cause it might just be in my head, but shortly after my Uncle passed away, the phone rang one day. I swear the man on the phone sounded just like my Uncle Pat. He asked if he could speak to Jack (my father, his brother), and I told him he was out, and asked if I could take a message. There was a long pause, he said, “No, just tell him an old friend called.” I felt a shiver run down my spine, and at that moment I though of Pat. Till this day I really think it was his last phone call.

As the years passed, I always felt like I was connected to this world that I couldn’t see, that somehow these things tried to contact me, in some odd ways shape and forms. Although I have never seen an apparition, this next story without a doubt made me a firm believer in a spiritual world. If you are easily spooked, and the other stories scared you, I advise you not to read further.

My first year of college at SVA, I dormed at the G-Dub or George Washington building on 23rd and Lexington. I had a single room, and found out later on that the building was once an old folks home, where many people had passed away, and it had also been renovated a couple times, which any good ghost hunter knows, always drudges up what once was living. One night while lying on my stomach, I felt what felt like a hand move it’s way up my right arm. It was clammy, and touched slowly from my elbow up to my shoulder. I sprang up in my bed with a jolt, and said “Go AWAY!” and continued to repeat, “go away” throwing the covers over my head with my heart pounding at the inside of my chest. The following night, the same thing happened, except this time I laid there frozen with fear. And suddenly what felt like an animal or person pushed hard or (what felt like it) jumped on the bed, and I sprang from the bed and the room. Eventually I returned to go to bed, I mean where was I gonna go? But I swear to you, I was completely sober when these things happened, and shortly after began to regularly pray and burn sage in my room.

I think the most faith affirming instance happened however my junior year of college, when I went to visit my family, and my mother and I were in a near fatal accident. When my mother was pulled from the car, I cannot explain it, perhaps it was shock, but given my other supernatural experiences, I knew it was not. But I promise till this day there was a warm pinkish glow surrounding my mothers head (where her injury was) while she lay on the grass next to the car. When they strapped us to the stretchers, we held hands in the ambulance the whole way to Grady Hospital, and I prayed, somehow feeling this intense calm, I knew we were not alone in that ambulance, and I can’t explain it other than I could feel what some might describe as a “divine presence.” My mother almost died because of that accident, she lost 60% of her blood, the doctors said her survival was a true miracle. I have never doubted God, angels or my faith since then.

My last and more memorable encounter was with my friend David. This was when I lived in New York, Brooklyn to be exact, and one night we were doing some routine TV watching, when out of nowhere an object (I think a DVD box) levitated from the entertainment center to the desk. This was in clear view, no mistaking, both of us saw it, this thing moved from one location to the other. About 10 seconds later I said “ummm did you see…” as he cut me off saying “don’t say anything.” I was like “um, but…” and he made a good point that if we made notice of it, they would do more crap like that. Not that it stopped them, more often than not after doing the dishes I would leave, only to later hear my cups smashing to the floor for no good reason. I would come into the kitchen and there they would be. A cup that had been placed far away from the counter, in fact they had been placed on the drying wrack in a sturdy manner, than had been lifted and then smashed on the floor. I simply assumed it was some ghost who didn’t like the way I kept my kitchen. I remembered however, it’s best not to try and communicate with the ghosts… lol. Another strange thing that happened alot while living in that apartment was the sounds of little childrens feet and giggling in the apartment above us. For the longest time I simply assumed it was someones kids. But there were other strange loud construction type sounds that would also come from the same upstairs apartment, so one day I got curious. Not cause I was frustrated with the noise, but just cause I had never seen proof of renovations or children coming from upstairs. When I knocked on the door, two really nice guys (who offered me Pepsi) answered the door. They were the only ones to lived there. I asked them about the children running and the construction noises, but they didn't know how to explain it either. I asked if they ever had family over, like kids... nada... They said they both had office jobs in the city and often didn't come home to late, and were usually out on the weekends. Neither one of them had heard any strange construction type noises from next door or anywhere, and no one could explain the sounds of kids feet. I think all three of us were a bit spooked. Cause there were single men, who I am sure didn't run around the house acting like five year olds giggling.

Now after those experiences, some were powerful enough to make me watch my back, and learn a few tricks on how to protect myself from all types of unseen forces. And I will share a few tricks with you. If you want to absorb negative energy in your home, due to bad spirits or what not cut some lemons in half, put them in every corner of your home, and then after a day or a few hours put them in a bag (make sure to use paper, more earth friendly), and bury the bag. If you want to get rid of evil spirits or ones that just like to mess with you, burn some sage for cleansing, and say a few prayers. And if you have any other questions, feel free to send me an e-mail. And if you think all this is a bunch of Hocus Pocus, well then you have never obviously dealt with stories of this nature, and I don’t blame you for thinking I am a nutters… either way… :) Happy Halloween everybody!