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My first "paranormal" experiences was when I was a boy of about 12 years old. I was visiting my dad for the summer, who lived in a small (very) town in an older house. My dad played in a country band and so on weekend nights he was at the clubs or bars and doing his thing. I was up late one night watching TV. I remember it was an old black and white movie, I think Casablanca. My dad called my stepmom at about 2:15 and told her to come pick him up- he was too drunk to drive. She left and I was there alone. I have a little sister and she was down the road a block at Granny's house staying the night. Such was the opening scene for my first experience.
At about 2:40am or so all of the lights and the TV went out. At first I figured it was just a fuse as the older house used those old edison screw in fuses. I looked around and then saw one light in the corner still on. How odd. I sat up on the couch and as I did a bright light, like a laser beam came into the room from the ceiling above. It hit the floor about 6 feet in front of the couch and began to grow. It became wider and wider and then it took the form of a set of stairs. I was in shock and quite afraid. Unable to move I watched as the event unfolded. I then saw feet, followed by legs coming through the ceiling and down the stairs. The "stairs" were now darker and the figure walking down was much brighter- like the sun. It came down down down until the entire body was standing on the foor in front of me. It was so bright I could not see the details. I could only "tell" it was a man, I really dont know how. Maybe I just "sensed" it was a man. He turned and walked to a rocking chair and sat and rocked silently. After what could have been seconds or could have been minutes, he stood up and returned up the stairs. I sat in shock and watched, sitll unable to move an inch. As his feet disapeared into the ceiling, the stairs returned to a thick beam like it was in slow motion, and grew smaller and smaller and then it just disapeared.
Just then I heard my stepmom and my dad on the pourch. It was one of the big old wooden plank pourches and my dads' cowboy boots were loud on boards. They came though the door and must have seen my eyes as big a saucers. Just at that same time, and right in front of them, the TV came back on and so did the light. They stood there looking and said "We saw a bright light when we drove up- did you have a flashlight on? Was the power off?" I finally broke free of the fear and starting explaining at the rate of about a thousand words a minute that a man was in the house and he was up in the attic. My dad went to get a gun and then stopped and said "We dont have stairs into the attic!" The beer I am sure slowed his senses. My stepmom, a great lady and very with a stong Christian faith, sat down and was calming me and said, "It sounds like an angel to me". Just then the phone rang- a very odd thing at 3am. It was Granny and she was pretty upset. She starting telling my dad (who had answered the phone) that some man had just been in her house and in the bedroom room with my little sister. He dropped the phone as soon as she said "He came down from the ceiling and he is up in the attic now!".
What happened that night was real. It happened to two of us at the exact same time, and the exact same way in two seperate places. My sister and I talk about it some times and feel like we shared something very important and unique. We dont know if it was a ghost, a spirit, or an angel. It never spoke and nothing else came of it. We just call it- The Family Visit.
"My grandma was a believer in the paranormal. I remember how she would have psychics like Sylvia Browne or mediums like John Edwards on tv whenever I was at her house. She died of cancer when I was eleven. Eerily, the last time I saw her coherent was on Halloween. After she died, grandpa complained about someone ringing their doorbell throughout the night, off and on. No one was ever there. There was no one walking off, no car driving away, just an empty porch. It even happens at my house. My grandparent's house is on the other side of town. My mom and grandpa like think that it's my grandma letting us know she is still near."
First let me start of by saying that I am an investigator for GSI and I feel it is important for any future client investigations that we may do, that they know we have also have had our own experience with the paranormal.
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