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Originally written by Jason.
Hey, came across this great collection of web pages. Thank you! Anyway, here is mine and my father's encounters in our old house in Boca Raton, Fl. Strangely, the house is not that old. It was built in 1978. We moved in at it's completion in 1979. I do not really remember much as I was only four at the time. It was not until I was 12 that I noticed a weird occurrence. The hall closest door. No matter when you walked down the hall the door would always be just barely open.
ALWAYS!
It was just my father and I living in the house at the time but 2 years later my brother would move in and ask me why the door was always open. Anyway, I went to my dad and asked, "Have you been in the closet the past couple of days?" and he thought it was me in there all the time. The only thing in the closet were our old winter coats something you never need in the Sunshine State. All the while you would just get a weird feeling of someone behind you or a cold spot or two, usually in the kitchen. It was not until I was 18 that I became a "BELIEVER".
I was in my room which was across the hall from the closet. I remember it being about 3:30 in the morning. I was awakened from a sound sleep. I sat up in my bed to a noise that I heard across the room and when I struggled to affix my eyes to the darkness, that is when I saw a floating orb very dull in lightness. It seemed to float across the room with speed so that my eyes could not catch it. When it finally stopped moving it seemed for a second that it took the shape of a face.
Once I finally realized what it had been, and that I wasn't dreaming it came at me quickly. When it hit me it felt like a thousand tiny needles all over my body. It pushed me back into bed and I couldn't move for about ten minutes. Needless to say, I couldn't sleep in that room for the following two weeks. Three months later, my father was lying in bed only to be awakened by a soft whisper of somebody or something calling his name.
When he sat up in bed, he looked around his room and didn't see anything but he kept hearing his name being called. He looked across the room through the window that led to the backyard. He saw an outline of a figure that resembled a woman. She had long blonde hair, and as it was described, a blue jumpsuit. The figure continued to call his name and then faded into the background of the backyard. My father could not bring himself to sleep in his room for a month after that happened. He tried to call me at 2:00am to let me know what happened, but I wasn't available.
When I came home the next day, he explained why he had slept on the couch. Although these stories seem far fetched to many, I though I would share them with your website.
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