My parents were young Christians. They didn't think anything of it, you know, nowadays. I'm pretty sure we learned our lesson.

I wouldn't buy a home from a witch or a psychic or...

But at the time it was a great home for us to, I guess, you know, they were thinking settle down in.

I can't say exactly how long after we moved in, it started, but it must have been soon because I remember

it starting when I was really young and lasting for lots of years.

It was, like, growing up a little bit in a haunted house.

At night, during the day, this was great. I mean, we had a beautiful yard. My parents kept the house really well.

Like, great memories there, but when nighttime would come, there would be these all sorts of weird things that happened.

But the beings I was talking about every once in a while, they would show up in my room or in my dreams.

Sometimes I would have dreams and it would be in my dreams and then wake up and it was there.

And it was this blackish gray cloaked figure was like,

flowy, you know, kind of a mist around it, not necessarily a solid figure.

But it was cloaked. It had a hood and red glowing eyes.

When it would answer the room, you know, it would be the worst feeling of

dread and fear and, you know, this is weird, but sometimes a sound would just happen in my room.

And it was like this monotonous, like, weird tone and it would repeat.

And all of a sudden, it would feel like the room was spinning and I was,

feel like I was falling. Everything was getting worked around me and then wake up and it was there.

The history of our earth is so different from what we can imagine.

The Smithsonian, and if they found out about large skeletons somewhere, was to go get it.

I'm going to assume at least one person is right because if one person's right it

busts the paradigm. It all goes back to the fallen chair and the problem with the modern day

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