My paranormal experiences

Incoming TL;DR

I've always been sensitive to the paranormal, all of my life. But the things I have witnessed for the past 4 years has been beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

This all started after my aunt died. She was the only other person in my household that experienced paranormal events and we'd speak often of it. The day that she died, before I had even known about it, I was standing in my kitchen at 7 in the morning, and my stove started beeping like buttons were being pressed. At 4 PM later that day I was informed she had passed away. And my story starts a month afterwards.

At around 4 AM a month later I received a phone call on my cell phone, from a number I didn't recognize. It was from Connecticut, I remember that clearly and Connecticut comes up again later on in my story. Anyways I answer, and I hear this heavy, angry, raspy breathing. It was a male. I asked him what his problem was, and the angry breathing would just get louder and sharper. Feeling a bit unnerved I hung up, and they didn't call back. I looked up the number and it was attached to a defunct court house that didn't even exist anymore, and I tried calling back and the number wasn't even in service. Little did I know things were about to get a lot more personal. That was the first instance.

A few weeks to maybe a month after that, I began waking up with bruises on my legs. I mean literally bruises all up and down my legs, of varying sizes. Inexplicable bruises. One night, I was in my living room alone, it was in the middle of the night and dark in the room, and I start hearing that SAME breathing. Only this time? It was right beside me. And this disembodied voice was just growling, it sounded so angry. I was terrified and turned the lights on, and it was cold outside so my windows were fogged up and I seen a swipe of what looked like fingers appear out of nowhere on my window. Then the blinds started to shake by themselves. This is just the beginning mind you.

Over the span of a few months into the new year (so 2014) things escalated. I began hearing voices. I'd hear my name being whispered. My hair or shoulder or necklace would be flicked or tapped. I would be touched sexually. One night I was in my bedroom trying to unwind from the day, and suddenly my lights went out. Terrified, I grabbed a knife (don't ask I was panicked) and I started hearing shuffling noises. My huge full length mirror was then pushed at me and shattered, and I was up against my door on the floor frozen solid TERRIFIED. My fingers slipped under the crack of the door and I felt fingers brush mine. I just about had a heart attack. When I finally got the courage to stand and open my door, one of my cats ran into the room and started making this god awful noise, like terror or pain. I screamed repeatedly to stop hurting my cat and finally it stopped. It gets worse I promise you.

One time, being not so smart, I sensed its presence and said "I'm going outside, I'll meet you there." So I go outside and in the middle of the road right in front of my house was a very tall figure, had a manly built. It was wearing a tan or green duster or one of those trench coats, a bowler hat, and his face was obscured. He looked like he didn't belong there, if that makes any sense. He was completely motionless and just staring into the distance. Next thing I know? He was gone.

At this point, it was getting BAD. I mean it was reaching climax. My boyfriend at the time, who is now unfortunately dead, began acting very strangely. In fact, most of my family did. I was sitting with him once in my room deciding what we wanted for dinner. And he starts talking in a voice I've never heard of, a weird southern twang. He mentioned the green river killer out of nowhere. Then he started debating with himself "maybe we want to drink sprite, well I'll have a coke, I want a Dr. Pepper" stuff like that. It went on for a few minutes and I just sat there stunned.

Yet another instance I recall was before bed a week or two after that weird incident, I was looking into his eyes, and they began to shift colors. Almost swirl. And his pitch changed an octave or two. Being afraid I left the room to where my sleeping grandmother was and I asked her if I could sit on her bed. A disembodied voice clear as day of an African American woman that sounded straight from the 1800s said "you can sits here if you wants to" and all I could mutter was thank you because I wasn't expecting it. And it gets even scarier. Connecticut is about to come into play again.

My brother. One morning I was speaking to him about the things that had been happening around the house, and mind you he's about 17 at the time and didn't have access to the internet or any sort of books about the topic I'm about to tell you of, and he suddenly gets EXTREMELY INSISTENT AND EXCITED. He tells me about an unsolved murder case, in which he was falsely accused, that happened in Connecticut. He urged me to go on Wikipedia and he pointed me straight to the page. He said the judge was a bastard and he was set up, and the police were corrupt and I needed to help him. The case happened in either the 1960s or the 1970s. My brother didn't recollect telling me ANY of that information and when I questioned him about it maybe 20 minutes later he looked at me like I was insane. I have more to the story, please I'm almost done.

After that I feel like I'm losing my mind. All of the voices and other activity still happening, I kept on. About 2 months or so after that, one particular morning after doing research I went into a frenzy because I was sure it was demonic. After finding a bible and reciting verses, I felt like all of the air from my lungs were being sucked out. It was a pressure I had never felt before. And then I smelled roses, decaying roses, and then either death itself or embalming stuff, like you smell at funerals. You know the smell I'm talking about. And I'd take a few steps and it'd stop, only to happen again. This went on for I WANT to say 20-30 minutes before ceasing and that's when I called the priest. Priest shows up, and the first thing he does is comes into my house and microwaves the holy water claiming it was frozen solid (it's still Winter, and Indiana winters are cold but not that cold...) and proceeds to bless my house. The activity when he left, it only got worse. I was being tortured basically with constant touching, my name being called, etc I was being kept awake for days out of sheer terror.

So I decided I wanted to see the priest again after about a week of this, and demanded to meet him in the church to get my own holy water and try it myself. He gave me holy water in a used Pepsi bottle and told me I was on drugs and depressed. This upset me deeply. The afternoon after that visit, I was sitting in my living room again feeling discouraged and upset, but I wanted to finally find out myself. So I said aloud "if there is something or someone here, and I'm not losing my mind, make my shirt puff up" and sure enough as soon as I said it, my entire shirt looked like I was standing over an air vent, and it didn't cease until I shakily said "okay". This was still in 2014 and after being told I was insane by both family members and the priest I just withdrew and never mentioned it again. Things kept happening, the same things I had described earlier, but they were fading and not nearly as in my face as the rest of the stuff I described. I still experience things VERY rarely; I received an anonymous ask on my tumblr that said "Connecticut" and when I demanded to know who it was, I received another that said "Day Star." Keep in mind I have an IP logger on my blog and every single time it sent a question no IP was logged.

I don't pay attention to it because I'm afraid. I don't know what it is. Or why. I did leave some details out, like this thing following me (sometimes I'd stay in hotel rooms trying to get a break) and just things happening here and there but most of it is very accurate.