`PRGrl718` [Thread]
So many creepy things have happened in my family. My mom believes it is
because my grandmother (mom's mom) used to do black magic and curse at
the devil. She's "saved" (Christian) now - but shit still happens. Where
to start:
1. One of my oldest brothers when he was younger (about 14/15) used to
get in a lot of trouble. He was always hanging out with the wrong
kids, shoplifting, drinking, fighting, etc. One day he was walking
about to meet with his so-called "friends" when he saw a coffin
float above his head and it lowered enough so he could see it. He
saw himself in that coffin. He ran straight to my grandmother's
apartment and prayed the rest of the afternoon with her. He refused
to let anyone in our family know what he was about to do that day,
so I wouldn't know - sorry.
2. My puny, little four-foot-two grandmother has been exorcised (around
62 years old at the time). This happened a while after she got a
call that one of her sons (my uncle) had gotten arrested and was in
jail. I wasn't born yet but two of my brothers, my (at the time)
baby cousin, my uncle's wife, my aunt, and my mother were there. My
mom said as they were beginning to exorcise her, she started
speaking English (she only speaks Spanish, minus a couple English
words like "hello" and such) and started to speak in tongues but in
a very manly and deep voice and that it just didn't sound like
something that should be coming out of such a small woman. They
started to forcefully hold her down onto the chair and they said she
was stronger than anything they could imagine. She's 87 now and has
a sense of humor about it. Heck, one time at a family outing I had
to share a room with her and this was right after I was told about
this story. She thought it would be hilarious if she just sat up in
her bed staring at me for five minutes but what felt like eternity
and fall back down to sleep. Next day she's laughing about it with
everyone in our family about how I almost shit my pants.
3. YEARSSSSSSS ago, back when my family used to live in Puerto Rico and
my mom and her brothers and sisters were kids, before my grandmother
became Christian, she gambled a lot and would curse at the devil
when she didn't win. I don't remember what exactly the "game" or
whatever it was was called, but it wasn't exactly a lottery. I'm not
sure, I'll check with my mom later. But anywho, so one day she lost
at this thing and she threw pennies out the window and said
something to the extent of "If this won't bring me any luck, then
I'll take the devil's." They lived in a small house which was raised
a couple feet off the ground. That night, my mom said she heard
about ten or fifteen cats underneath the floorboards, scratching and
meowing. And when they meowed, it sounded like "MaRIaaaaaaa, tienes
MIIIEEEEDDDoooooooooo?" (Maria, are you scared?)
4. Last summer we had this huge family reunion. All of the older
cousins slept in the same room, and the youngest cousin (eight at
the time and the only young one - he has a history of sleep talking
and night terrors) felt left out if he slept in his room 'cause he
wanted to be with the older kids. So we're talking all night and
it's about three in the morning and we decide it's time to hit the
hay. About a half hour later, the lights flickered on and off, and
we heard a scratching noise on the floor outside the door which
irked everyone in a fucking unsettling way. This kid rises from his
bed and says "I dare not speak of what I hear" and falls back into
his slumber ... AN EIGHT YEAR OLD.
5. A couple years ago, I was left home alone (I have a phobia of the
dark so I always sleep with a small lamp on 'cause nightlights don't
so SHIT). My dad was working the graveyard shift, brother was
staying at his girlfriend's house, mom was staying overnight at the
hospital to keep my grandfather company. So I'm about to hit the
hay, laying in bed still wide awake, lamp on. My cat absolutely
lovessssss to sleep right next to me and I know what I experienced
was real because she woke up and started hissing before anything
started to happen. I heard footsteps, but saw nothing. They got
closer to me and my bed and got louder. All of a sudden I felt a
shiver on my neck, this thing started to breathe into my ear. Then,
what it sounded like, was this thing just took a whole bunch of
glass and metal and threw it forcefully onto the ground right next
to me which startled me so much I couldn't even fucking scream. I
was so fucking petrified. My cat's going ballistics right now. I
don't think I had an inch of sleep that night. The next day when it
was finally bright outside, I check the kitchen to see if maybe I
was just imagining things and maybe some dishes had fallen or
something. Nothing.
6. Now to just lighten up the mood after all these stories: my
brother's a prankster. If he says to go along with something
devious, I'll do it. A couple years ago, I was doing my chores and
it was time to clean the bathroom. I hate chores, decided to have
some fun before I windexed the mirror. So I put some lotion on my
hands and made a footprint on the bathroom mirror (you can make them
by closing your hand into a fist and then using your thumb and
fingers my making the big toe and all the other ones). I showed my
brother 'cause I thought it was pretty cool. He said to make a
couple more and not to clean the mirror this time to see if my mom
would notice. A couple days go by and my brother picks me up from a
fun-run event. He says in the car that our mom finally noticed the
prints and that I shouldn't say anything, just go along with the
plan. At the time, there were some kittens who were born in the shed
in our backyard. When they meowed, it sounded like a baby crying.
**EPIPHANY** So my brother decided to say that we heard babies
crying the other night, but we just played it off 'cause we thought
it was the kittens. Her mind is playing tricks on her and all this
other mumbojumbo so right away, she agrees and she's all "you know
what, I think I heard those too." She calls my dad at work and tells
him and he's all skeptical, "Wife, you know they're always playing
pranks. It's probably nothing." "BUT YOU'RE NOT HERE, YOU DON'T KNOW
WHAT WE'RE SEEING." My aunt is here with us too and she's even
wayyyyy more spiritual and Christian than my mother and right away
she says we need to call the pastor. My mom brushes it off and says
to wait. If this keeps happening the next couple days, then she'll
call. So my aunt and mom go to the grocery store, do some errands,
enough time for my brother to come up with something even more
devious. He finds an audio recording of a baby crying, hooks it up
to the surround sound in our living room, and puts it on a loop -
just audible enough. So they come back about an hour or two later.
We're helping them bring in the groceries - after about fifteen
minutes, my aunt's all "Shhhhhhh, ques eso?" (Shhhhhhh, what is
that?). Myyyyyy motherrrrrrr started balling her eyes out and
rannnnnn the fuck out of that house faster than fucking Usain Bolt
himself. She asked our neighbors if anyone was babysitting. Nope.
Call the fucking pastor. This was when my brother had to yank the
phone out of my mom's hands and explain to her it was all just a
prank. Then some beatings ensued.
**Edit** - If you guys want more of these, my brain is packed with a
million more. I'll try to recall some more things that have happened.
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