Hello everyone! So much for 2020 being my year. With all of the craziness of COVID-19, my brain has barely been able to function! Though, I have been releasing podcast episodes, so search Paranormal Princess on Spotify for all things paranormal! While I’m working on some other things for the site, I thought I’d share an interesting story from my childhood.
It is common knowledge that if you tell someone a place is haunted, people are more likely to “experience” things in that place, compared to if they had no prior knowledge. The following story is one of those cases where we had no idea that the house we were at was haunted.
Not long after the events that were depicted on Netflix’s “Haunted”, my mom, grandmother & myself were looking to move houses. I think I was around 9 or 10 years old. It’s hard to remember exactly, as that time in my life was so hectic my brain has blocked out some things. But not this. There was one day we went to look at a place not too far from where we were currently living. This was in the middle of the day. The house was pretty big and from the initial look-over was a pretty nice place. As we were looking around the house we all went our own ways to explore. I remember going into what looked like a kids room because there was a little pen with kittens and toys all around the room. I’ve always been a cat lady! The kittens were obviously adorable and super playful so I was pretty focused on them, but all of the sudden they all became very scared and skittish. Almost at the exact same time I felt a chill go over my whole body and could hear a whooshing noise. The bed squeaked a little behind me and it felt like I was being watched. I turned around to see who was there, and there was an indent in the bed. It looked like someone was sitting there. My little legs got me out of the room very quickly.
While this was happening, my mom was standing and looking into a different bedroom when she suddenly felt a hard push right behind her right shoulder. She turned around and nobody was there. This scared her pretty badly, so she immediately came and found me down the hall so we could get my grandmother and get the heck out of there. The strangest thing about this is that not long after, a benign tumor grew in the exact spot where she was touched, and no doctor has really been able to tell her anything except not to worry about it.
My grandmother didn’t have anything happen that we can recall, but the house made her feel pretty uneasy. As we were getting ready to leave, the owners asked us if we wanted to see the basement and like out of a cartoon, we all said “No!” “No, thank you!” and hurried out of there. I’m pretty glad we didn’t end up moving from one haunted house to another.