Believers, did you ever do something really stupid?

My friends & I were intrigued by an old "haunted" house that sat way back off an old country road. One night we decided to check it out. Our other friends warned us against it ,telling us horror stories that they heard others had gone through after visiting the house.

We didn't listen. So the 4 of us went on an adventure around midnight one night. We just had to see it in the dark.

We drove down the long lane and once parked,we all got out to go inside. None of us had remembered flashlights but we decided to go in anyway,thinking we could see by moonlight.

We entered the house and pulled out our lighters. The house was cold and drafty and so silent we could hear each other breathe. We got through the first room quickly. It was a kitchen,nothing special. An old broken table,lots of dirt everywhere.Broken windows...

The second room was a living room. Same thing-nothing special.

The entire first floor was a bore. Just old junk and dirt.

We made our way upstairs and we all started getting the feeling somebody was watching us...or something...

We went through the bathroom & bedrooms pretty quickly. We were about to leave when my friend noticed a door in the corner of the kitchen that we hadn't seen before. We opened it up and could barely see down the steps into the darkness. We were scared,but curiosity fueled us and we went down into the basement. As soon as we got down there we felt colder.Most basements are colder,right? We stayed together until I saw a bunch of piles in the far corner of the basement. I went over and held my lighter closer and saw the piles were newspapers. The dates were mostly worn,as was most of the writing. What we finally made out were papers dating back to the early 1920's. As we walked around the basement we also noticed there was a drawing made out on the filthy floor. We kind of got the creeps when we realized it was a pentagram. Then what really sent chills through us was the basement walls--- they were splattered and running with what looked like dried blood,only some of it was fresh.

We all wanted to leave then so we hurried out of the house practically falling all over each other. we thought we heard noises upstairs. Then we thought we heard voices.

Three of us ran to the car & got in,ready to leave. My jerk boyfriend decided to walk around the barn and other buildings first. It seemed like it took him forever. We had the car running and lights on bright when he came back. He got in and showed us what he had found. An antique hatchet,all rusty and dirty. He brushed it off and I told him to get rid of it. Instead he went around to the trunk and threw it in as a souvineer.

We went home and didn't think too much of the night. Then things started happening. I thought I saw someone following me around my house. I kept hearing a man whisper my name. The lights kept flickering. I heard doors shut and footsteps all hours of the night. I began waking up at 3:15 every night. It was wierd cause noone else that went was having anything out of the ordinary happen.

One day I decided to clean my car. We had tracked in dirt & it was driving me nuts. When I opened the trunk I was frozen. My heart stopped~~or seemed to. I had forgotten about the old hatchet...

I picked it up and was totally grossed out...it was wet with fresh blood. I couldn't believe it. That thing was dry when my b/f threw it in there,and if for some reason it had been wet it would have been dry from laying there so many days. I threw it in a bucket in the garage & called my b/f & told him to come & take it back where it came from.

I was glad to get rid of it.

Later we learned the barn was used as a place for animal sacrafices.

Once the hatchet was gone everything seemed better~~but I still feel I'm being followed after all these years....

Was it just a coincidence? Or did we bring something back with us?

I had to think about this one. My problem is that I'm a naturally very emotional person and more often than not, my emotions get in the way of being able to hear/feel those warnings. So yeah, I've done a LOT of things that I knew as soon as I'd done them that I'd listened to the wrong voice (my ego). I can't say that anything really bad has ever happened because of it, though, because the really icky things, like what you described, tend to be the ones that scream the loudest and those I usually listen to. But I did do something recently that still gives me the chills. I was emailed by someone who gave me their email address. Now, I hate the YA email, b/c I can never go back and see what I wrote, so I didn't think anything of it to give them my email address. I remember something vague in my gut going, "don't do it", but I ignored it. I thought, "It's a yahoo email, what could possibly happen?" One exchange with this person after that and I got the distinct very creepy feeling of a lamb being lead to a slaughter. Started saying all kinds of weird stuff to me that made me feel like this person distinctly knew me. Like personal things I'd never told anybody, that were plucked right out of my head. Turned out they used my email address to track down my website (which has my real name on it, where I live, what I do, etc,). I have no idea what it was they really wanted, but I will NEVER do that again. From now on, nobody from YA is getting my email address.

People around here wonder why some of us choose not to use our real names, to hide behind phony names and avatars? Because there are some creepy people out there.

First you need to understand that I have an unusual background and have dealt with most of the alphabet in one combination or another professionally and one thing that makes me effective is not officially existent or possible.

In August 1992 I had put a new stereo in my car and was also putting in new speakers when I heard a voice behind me over my shoulder telling me that I needed to put certain items in another place "before I could not do it for a long time". I was laying half under the dashboard at the time and no one else was around. Although this is something that is normal for me I did not recognize the particular voice and they normally do not come from behind me like that. I was busy and just said OK I'll get to it. It was late and I figured I would get to it the next day. The items were secure behind a solid door with double locks and then locked in my desk in my basement work area.

The next morning I woke up with tingling in my legs followed by pain. I was hospitalized and ended up paralyzed from the neck down within 24 hrs. Diagnosis was chronic GBS based strictly on symptoms. I spent the next 13 months hospitalized and in a neurological rehabilitation clinic.

My then wife had an affair and decided it would be wise to have me out of the area. She knew I had a double life professionally but not any details aside from official ones. She had my keys to the first 2 locks and her and her father went into the basement and broke into my desk. What they found was not legal for the private person to have so they took it to the local police claiming I had threatened to kill her. They called me into the office when I was back home. When I walked into the station they saw me and said "Hey colleague come on in the back" (translated to English) and asked how I was doing now. We talked a bit and then got to the reason I was there that time. I showed them my papers for the items and everything was settled quickly.

I had been considering leaving that particular aspect of my life but not the way it happened. In the end I was able to turn it to my benefit and get out, officially retiring which has left me to focus on research of "nonexistent" things so I cannot complain about that. My ex has however been able to use it to cause problems between my children and myself which may or may not exist had I done as advised when I had the chance.

To follow up in 1996 I again heard the same voice from behind me (I recognized it this time) telling me to start automatic payments for my bills "before I couldn't for a while" so I drove directly to the bank and did so. I spent the following 3 months hospitalized and in another neurological rehabilitation clinic but all my bills were taken care of. In 40+ years they have never given me wrong information when they have told me something for myself or others. They also at times just visit as one would with friends. I do not control when or what but it has been a normal part of my life with seeing and hearing things. They also give me tips on understanding and ideas with my research. It seems they would like us to be able to interact more but we just need to find a way for it to become normal. I am not sure people in general are ready yet, many cannot even deal with other people respectfully without problems of different beliefs, skin color or anything else that makes each person unique.

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Chills, chills, chills.........