Computerbug
Junior Member
Well this is possibly my greatest paranormal encounter yet and I couldn't find a topic that fit it very well (it's a very strange case) plus it's a long story so I thought it could be it's own topic.
Well since I was a small child I have had night terrors (But unlike most people I've grown to love them) and I used to have nightmares all the time about really disturbing stuff at a young age and my parents actually took me to a psychiatrist for it a couple times because they were so bad. But one night I spent the night at my grandma's mansion of a house when I was about 6. My cousin also lived there because his father was in jail and his mother did witchcraft so my grandparents adopted him. So I was sleeping in his room alone because he was scared of something and went somewhere else. And so everything was normal until I went to sleep, then I had a freakish nightmare that took place there. In the nightmare me and my cousin were up in his playroom when we suddenly heard this "evil" music that kept getting louder and was painful to listen to and some kind of blackness embodied the music. So we would run out of the room and the music followed us getting louder and louder as we ran. Then whenever we got out of his room and looked at the staircase to go downstairs it looked as if it had been there for 50 years, it was crumbling apart, covered in mold, and was filthy and the hand rails were falling off. Then the music became faster so we started sprinting down the staircase that seemed to never end as the blackness engulfed our surroundings. And the dream always ended with me looking back at the presence and screaming. I then started having that dream a couple times a month and it would be especially bad whenever I stayed at my grandparents house. So the nightmare kept reoccurring for years until they moved, then it just stopped. But then recently about 2 years ago I was talking to my cousin. He told me that his mom actually stayed there once but they kicked her out for playing satanic music out of her book of witchcraft on their piano. So that completely explained why music was always the antagonist in that dream and why the nightmare stopped when they moved, the only thing I still wonder is why that happened to me and nobody else.
If you have any thoughts or theories, then I'd be more than happy to hear them.
Well since I was a small child I have had night terrors (But unlike most people I've grown to love them) and I used to have nightmares all the time about really disturbing stuff at a young age and my parents actually took me to a psychiatrist for it a couple times because they were so bad. But one night I spent the night at my grandma's mansion of a house when I was about 6. My cousin also lived there because his father was in jail and his mother did witchcraft so my grandparents adopted him. So I was sleeping in his room alone because he was scared of something and went somewhere else. And so everything was normal until I went to sleep, then I had a freakish nightmare that took place there. In the nightmare me and my cousin were up in his playroom when we suddenly heard this "evil" music that kept getting louder and was painful to listen to and some kind of blackness embodied the music. So we would run out of the room and the music followed us getting louder and louder as we ran. Then whenever we got out of his room and looked at the staircase to go downstairs it looked as if it had been there for 50 years, it was crumbling apart, covered in mold, and was filthy and the hand rails were falling off. Then the music became faster so we started sprinting down the staircase that seemed to never end as the blackness engulfed our surroundings. And the dream always ended with me looking back at the presence and screaming. I then started having that dream a couple times a month and it would be especially bad whenever I stayed at my grandparents house. So the nightmare kept reoccurring for years until they moved, then it just stopped. But then recently about 2 years ago I was talking to my cousin. He told me that his mom actually stayed there once but they kicked her out for playing satanic music out of her book of witchcraft on their piano. So that completely explained why music was always the antagonist in that dream and why the nightmare stopped when they moved, the only thing I still wonder is why that happened to me and nobody else.
If you have any thoughts or theories, then I'd be more than happy to hear them.
I tried to make it but my family wanted me to watch a movie with them so I couldn't.