>She believes she has a direct connection to Jesus Christ. And no, not in the sense that most Christians will say they do. I mean, she actively believes God talks to her, and she talks to him. As though they are drinking buddies…
>Aside from this, all is normal during the family introduction
>Later, I mention to Red that her mom is a bit weird with the woowoo shit
>She agrees and says that her mom even does it with the ghost shit in the house
>My eyebrow raises as I ask, “What do you mean?”
>She tells me a more in depth description of the haunting that her family has been having here at the house
>Tells me that every family member has had weird experiences with the house
>Red goes on to tell how sometimes, when she would be alone in her room, the door would open on its own, and out of her peripheral vision, she could see a figure standing by the door
>Went on to say this has happened multiple times, and it goes away after you ignore it
>What_the_fuck.jpg
>Says that the basement is the most haunted area of the house, but mainly towards the poker room side of the basement
>My face when her bedroom is in the basement
>Life goes on, and early this year, I moved in with Red and her family
>It’s great here, and life is good
>I worked throughout the summer like a dog, and while I had time off, I would paint to pass the time and make a quick buck on the side
>As I’m painting in the basement, I can’t help but feel as though something is watching me
>I look around the room but see nothing
>Keep painting and get the feeling again but stronger
>Look up again, and nothing
>“Take your fucking meds, Schizo.”
>I start painting again, and that’s when I see it
>Out of my peripheral I see a person standing about 10 feet in front of me
>I look up and let out a gasp
>The fucker is gone

>This shit happened every time I painted this past summer
>It got to the point where I could pick out details on the figure
>Black hair, peach skin, and no fucking clothes
>No idea about the sex…
>Some time passes, and summer turns to fall
>One night, when Red and I were in the bathroom getting ready for bed, I felt something scratch up my back
>Nothing hard or anything, but a scratch nonetheless
>I think it’s Red messing with me, and I ignore it to play along
>I let out a yelp when I feel another scratch, even harder than the first
>“Ouch, what the hell, Red?”
>“What, what happened?
>“You scratched me, got me good, haha.”
>“Babe, I never touched you…”
>Kinda get uncomfortable after she says that, but Red likes to prank me and stuff
>Several nights later, the same thing happens again, except to Red
>A few days go by, and I’m at our sink washing my brushes
>That’s when I felt the scratch go up my back again
>I turn around, practically shitting bricks
>I know it wasn’t Red this time for sure because I was the only one in the house
>Later that summer, I caught a wicked summer cold
>Because I’m a dude, I feel like I’m at death’s doorstep because of this crud
>At night, I have waking nightmares
>Hear voices and see shit for moments before realizing it was a dream
>One night during this spell, I woke up with 150% fear pumping through my veins
>I don’t know what was happening, but I knew something bad was nearby
>I look in front of me, and standing at the edge of the bed is a figure
>This fucker is standing hunched over because it was too tall for the room
>It’s pitch black
>So black that I can see it in a room with no light
>That’s when it smiles
>A toothy grin with pearl white teeth and eyes
>I’m shaking at this point and trying to think of what to do
>I remember that beside the bed there is a .357 revolver chillin in my nightstand drawer
>I try to reach for it, but I’m too far away

>I somehow know if I look away, that it’ll do something
>So I stare at it
>It may have been hours or maybe minutes, but at some point, I passed out
>I woke up the next morning and was glad to see no giant monster at my bed’s edge
>Months go by, and now it’s November
>Nothing has happened in a while, and I’ve begun to dismiss all of my accounts as paranoia
>All in le head type shit
>Decided to play some Xbox slop after work
>I have the bedroom door open for Red to just walk in once she comes home
>As I’m focused on whatever I was playing, I see a silhouette come and stand at the door
>I turn to greet Red, but see no one standing there
>Go back to gaming
>Silhouette stands in the door frame again
>Look and see nothing
>This then happens enough to warrant me closing the door entirely
>Eventually tell Red about what happened and ask if she feels watched any more recently
>She says that she always feels watched
>She then asks if she’s told me about “The Dark Man”
>I_beg_your_pardon.png
>She goes on to say that around 3 years ago, she had to watch her toddler niece while her sister was out doing something
>They were dancing in the upstairs living room, having a ball
>Red spins niece around and around
>In the middle of the spinning, Red sees a tall slender black figure standing in the hallway
>She said it was big enough to take up the entire frame of the hallway, in both its height and shoulder width
>She kinda jumps, but doesn’t see it after she stops spinning
>Red believes it was all a trick of the light until her niece starts screaming and crying
>Her niece screamed, “Tall man! Tall man!” Pointing at the hall where she saw it
>They both started screaming and ran out of the upstairs and hid in the downstairs area
>I ask if there was anything else truly spoopy that she had witnessed
>She tells me of the night something chased her outside

>Red has a few cats, and some are not house trained, so she lets them out late at night before bed to do their doodoo feces
>Red walks outside to call them back in
>Calls out into the night and hears a “Meow” coming from the woods
>Every time she calls a “meow” follows
>Since the cat isn’t coming back, she walks to it
>As she walks and talks, the meow is not a cat’s
>It’s someone doing a cat meow
>She realizes this and steps back
>Whatever was meowing walked to her
>She can’t see it, but it sounds like a person walking
>She runs back to the house
>She can hear the person behind her running as well
>As she gets towards the house, she can feel and hear the person's breathing
>Finally gets back to the house and looks to see no one there
>Holy_fucking_shit.png
>A few weeks after spoopy story time, and I had to watch her nephew
>I was in the basement painting a Christmas gift for my grandmother
>She loves snow. Snow is fun to paint
>Nephew comes up to my table as I’m painting away and sits down
>It’s also important to mention that the kid is around 5 years old, heavily on the spectrum, and has a bad speech disorder
>He can understand what you say, but he has no ability to form a full sentence
>As I’m mixing different shitty paints I had been gifted over the years, the kid whips his head around and gasps
>He’s spooked and looks towards me
>He points towards the corner of the room at the stairs and says, “saw eye… it look me…”
>As he says this, he also points towards his eye
>My neck hairs all collectively stand up
>A few minutes pass, and I catch him staring at the hallway towards my room
>He looks at me again with fear in his eyes again and says, “saw eye… it look me…”
>I end my Bob Ross session and say we should go upstairs
>That night, I told Red what happened
>She laughs and pokes fun at it all

>I will say I was a bit mad at her during this because how the hell are you going to tell me that the house is haunted, but when I say I saw something, you laugh at how absurd it is? Lol
>Later that night, I am sitting with Red, watching peak American entertainment, American Dad
>Red keeps looking at the door every so often, which makes me ask, “What’s up?”
>“Oh, I thought I saw a cat walk by a few times.”
>“Huh, that’s odd. There’s only one cat inside tonight, and he’s asleep upstairs.”
>“I don’t know, go check to make sure he isn’t down here pissin in the shower.”
>for fuck sake…
>I get up to go look around, and no cat in sight
>I walk upstairs and see the fatass monster she calls a cat asleep on the couch
>He wakes up for that moment and lets out a small chirp
>I give him a pet and walk back to the bedroom
>“Fatass is asleep.”
>“Well… close the door and come here.”
>“So, you are scared, huh?”
>“Shut the fuck up and just come lay with me.”
>I can’t say no to the lady
> A few days ago, I got Red and her mom to sit down with me and actually talk to me about what the fuck is going on
>Her mom starts talking about how shit has always followed her
>Says that since she was a child, one of her father’s dead friends has been following her
>He died before she was born, and this is who she thinks the shadow man is
>”I’m not sure the shadow man is your dad’s dead friend. I don’t understand why a dead man, who is allegedly kind and is your guardian angel, would take such a haunting form…”
>”Well… maybe he isn’t the shadow man. I don’t know. All I do know is that my dad’s friend is following me.”
>”And how do you know that?”
>Red then turns to me, embarrassed as hell, and says, “Because she had a ghost crew and psychic come here before…”
>”Oh yeah! They said we have a fairy trap, and that’s why they come here.”

>Apparently, the “fairy trap” is the poker room in the basement. Something about the copper water pipes, water flowing under the house, the creek that flows outside, and the fact that it is underground, makes it a prime spooky area
>Red also mentions that she sees something every time she looks into that room, and if she walks past it, she’ll always cover her eyes
>Her mom goes on to also say that an entity in the house will move stuff around and has grabbed her foot one time…
>For a couple of weeks now, I have been saying Hail Marys and The Lord’s Prayer every night around the house, at around midnight
>I haven’t seen or heard anything since, and perhaps this is the solution
>Maybe our ancestors were right about some things lol

I have more stories I can tell if anyone wishes, and if y’all have any questions, I’d be happy to answer them. Happy New Year, anons!

>>41743604
Did Reds dad have any spoopy stories?

Post more stories.

Fake: OP has a girlfriend
Gay: OP paints

>>41743701
In fact, he did have a tale. Only one was ever told to me, however, it was told by Red’s mom.

>Red and her family didn’t always live in this house.
>They’ve lived in quite a few places.
>The last place they lived was only a couple of places from here, about 15ish years ago.
>It was a much smaller house, and Red has a large number of siblings.
>Every couple of nights, her older sister would wake her and the house by screaming.
>Family would rush into the room and find her in the closet.
>Sister would be screaming like she lost her legs, while pointing at the ceiling in the closet.
>The ceiling in there had an attic access, and Red’s mom thought maybe there was a ghost in the attic or something.
>Red’s dad wasn’t having it.
>Thought that Red’s sister was just being a crazy kid or something.
>One night, Red and her family woke up to her sister screaming again.
>Everyone runs into the room and sees her sister in the closet screaming.
>Once she’s out and calm, everyone can hear something being slung around in the basement.
>Dad goes into SWAT mode.
>Grabs gun, tells wife to call 911, and he will deal with the home intruder.
>Red’s dad makes his way down the stairs to the basement, which was converted into an office for him.
>He makes his way down to the entry of the room and sees that his computer is on.
>He can also hear shit shifting in the room, so someone has to be there, right?
>Rounds the corner, and sees the mouse moving on his desk, and it is also moving on his screen.
>He then runs into the office and finds no one, not even an animal in there.
>The mouse also stops moving at this point.
>Red’s dad starts screaming and cussing as he runs out of the basement.
>That made him a believer in the supernatural.
>However, the only thing paranormal he will really talk about is the Anunnaki.

That’s about it for Red’s dad. Sorry if that was too short.

>>41743637
>Maybe our ancestors were right about some things lol
I mean obviously lol science is younger than truth.

>>41743604
Her mom may be speaking with a demon who pretenda to be God, aren't desert demons a thing In old Torah or something

>>41744883
I definitely believe that while she is a Christian, she is definitely talking to some unholy being. While demons are evil, they love to larp as beings of good, so you can let your guard down. Leaving you vulnerable to their influence. I want to ask her to stop talking to whatever may be in the house. All it seems to be doing is striking fear into the kids and family, so perhaps it is best that she stops speaking/encouraging the entity. All I can really keep doing is praying around the house to ward it off.

>>41743604
>deltatroon
Not even a word, faggot

>>41743637

i think i figured some shit out recently. its no accident you refer to your gf as "red" and talk about her mom. Who are you? What are you? Story time or disclosure time? this is no typical greentext thread. why not just tell us in plain language? Oh, you cant, but i can. Its just a trick really. your veil is weakening, we will see you soon enough. do you always talk about yourself in the 3rd person?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-CFGtkr2FI

chow! pow!

Comfy.

>>41746216
Can't hear the name "Red" without thinking of Red Forman from That 70's show.
>Be me, in bathroom
>Back gets scratched
>Ow.wav
>Red y you do dat?
>Your a Dumbass OP

>>41743604
rich ass people probably bought a haunted ass mansion that elites did rituals in for years before them.

Sounds like you need to exorcise the demons.
Set it on fire, anon.

Good thread OP
I have seen shades out of the corner of my eye before and when I went to check, no one was there

>>41743604
Oh this is an excellent fairy picture, ty op.