Possessed in Agony

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Queensland Australia
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Fri Mar 26 23:10:43 2010

These events happened when I was around 12 or 13 years of age. My family (consisting of my step-father, mother and younger brother) were living in a very old house on someone elses farming property in far north Queensland, where the weather can get quite hot and humid. My step-father was supplementing our income growing tomatoes at the time. The actual house seemed to have an adverse effect on me; I found it difficult to sleep at night because of all the noise I kept hearing in my room, and just outside my room (also on the roof of the house). There is a school photo of me taken at the time, and I look positively exhausted!

The noises that kept me awake were hearing people talking outside my window (outside the house), footsteps on concrete, footsteps on the tin roof, and a swishing sound all around the room as though bats were swooping around. I had an old fashioned light, which used a cord to click it on, so I tied a piece of thin rope to the cord, so I wouldnt have to get out of bed to turn it on! I also slept with numerous heavy blankets over my head, convinced that bats were appearing from somewhere as soon as the light was out.

One day I decided to check outside my own room, outside the house, to see where all those footsteps on concrete noises could be coming from. There was no concrete, only grass! Then I realized bats wouldnt be able to access my room with such monotonous regularity either. Not that Id ever seen one when the lights were on, just hearing all this constant activity

In fact, I was so uncomfortable being in this house, that I gladly helped my stepfather after school until the sun went down with his couple of acres of tomato plants, until I was forced to go inside. It was here at this house that my mother attempted suicide too.

I mentioned the heat and humidity in the first paragraph to make the point that normally, of my own free will, I wouldnt have worked outside in such heat, getting sunburnt even late in the afternoon, if I hadnt been so uncomfortable actually being in that house. I was more a sit inside and read a book kind of kid.

A few months into the strange, sleepless, state, my older sister arrived to stay for a few days with her new husband, before they went to America, which is where he came from. Of course, they used my room (and I gladly gave it up!) I slept on an uncomfortable spare bed in my parents room for the duration of the visit.

On the day they were due to leave, I awoke very early in the gray light of morning, totally paralyzed but also completely wracked with pain from the top of my scalp to the skin on the bottom of my feet. I couldnt identify one part of me that wasnt in total agony. I have never felt such complete pain. Even at 13 years old or so, I was mentally reviewing that maybe the poor mattress and bed base had caused some nerve impingement and therefore all this pain, but I couldnt explain to myself how it was such agony absolutely everywhere.

I dont know how long this sensation lasted, but even ten seconds was way too long. I knew if I could just move even one body part, the paralysis would resolve, despite my earlier thoughts of spinal nerve impingement! I knew I was kind of half-in and half-out of my body, but Oh! The pain

I tried to call out to my mother, but of course couldnt make any coherent noise. At last I moved the little finger on my right hand, and suddenly every single last feeling of agony totally vanished, as though it had never been (therefore it wasnt because of nerve entrapment). I lay quite still for a while, afraid the agony would return, and thought about the whole thing. I had also heard a low growley sound at some point through this experiencewhich had galvanized me into getting myself moving and out of it.

My most distinct impression from this whole experience was that someone (meaning a discarnate entity or entities) had been trying to convey information to me for quite some time, for some reason (perhaps because I was more aware than other household members?) and this last agonizing experience was actually their last agonizing experience the last sensations theyd felt on earth before passing over. By conveying it all to me in a personal experience they felt satisfied that someone at last understood how theyd felt. The noises in my room seemed to die down a little, though I still used to hear lots of swooshing sounds, as though people in gowns were bustling around the room most of the night.

After my mothers suicide attempt, we moved out to another house elsewhere. As I used to go to school with the property owners children, I was later told that this house burnt down. Spontaneously. Without having any electricity connected (as when we left it was disconnected) and no one else was living there. As it was so run down and old, it also wasnt an insurance job for the owner either though that thought occurred to me. Perhaps poltergeist activity?

Insofar as the voices talking outside , footsteps on concrete, things walking on the roof, well Ive heard similar sounds living at another old home I bought many years later.

I never mentioned any of this to my kids because I didnt want any of them to get nervous if they were ever home alone for more than five minutes (which never happened!), but one of my daughters (when she was about 9) came and asked me hey Mum, why does it always sound like there is a party going on downstairs?? and my son (around the same time, he was aged 12) said to me one day I keep seeing little brown guys running around, just out of the corner of my eye.

I told my daughter I thought the house was a way station, just like a train station stop, where people get off, chat and have a coffee, and go again. Because thats exactly like what it sounded to me! From her response, she thought something similar, except more like a celebration.After this I analyzed when I could hear this party and it was usually if everyone was very quiet, or just as I was going off to sleep.

After he mentioned the "little brown guys" I discussed nature spirits with him. Because I was seeing the same thing as he, and we were all very involved in the garden at the time, the kids enjoying a lot of time outside and exploring and helping with garden chores. Neither my son or daughter were worried or concerned about this house (I made sure because of my own earlier experiences!) and in fact, my son stopped having night terrors whilst we were living in this house, but thats another story!