Ghost story?

@tanish0007 thanks for the post lol ^-^ I enjoy reading ghost stories xD 

I'll share one. But I have many that go all the way into my adulthood. 

Age 4 - 1984, Detroit MI:
I lived in an older established neighborhood with cute little bungalows and some run down looking duplexes and apartments. Lots of beautiful large old oak trees. Lots of green spaces to run around. My single mother and I are living in a shabby old duplex at the front of some ugly apartments out back behind our yard. It's a three story small little box of a place. Didn't seem so small when I was small but I went back to visit in my young adulthood and was like, "Oh, it's dilapidated, creepy looking, and smol."

Anyway, we had an upstairs for two bedrooms and a bathroom, the main floor for the living/dining area and kitchen, and then the basement. Each floor was separated but exceptionally steep and narrow staircases. The main floor to the second floor was carpeted. The stairs to the basement were just wooden slats and a flimsy wooden railing. The basement was segmented into three areas. One was specifically walled off and locked to be ours, another was presumably the neighbor's, and then we had one area in the back that was a shared area that we could access through a door in the back of the basement at the back of the house. I don't think the basement had any windows. At least, not in our walled off area, anyway. Maybe in the shared space.  

Again, I was young. I would play in the basement. Hide and seek. I was enamored with the cat's litter box. I really don't know what goes through the minds of children. Mom did laundry down there. Ect. I definitely didn't make a habit of always being down there because I was sort of becoming familiar with the concept of creepy. And to be honest, I think that basement taught me what creepy was. There were times I'd be down there, being a weird four-year-old by myself, and I'd hear noises of doors and movement. I'd see light and movement under the backdoor space between the threshold and floor. But I assumed it was just the neighbor in the shared space. And to this day, it probably was. But I always felt like I was being watched down there. Like, as a four-year-old I didn't realize what that feeling was but in retrospect that's what it was. I felt "watched."

So the haunting part comes in at a point where I was being careless going down the steep staircase. I ended up tripping somewhere in the middle and was fully expecting to fall face forward and quit a bit down some hard wooden stairs. But instead of falling and getting seriously hurt something gently lifted my tiny four-year old body up, carried me down the stairs, and then gently set me down at the bottom of the stairs on the ground. Like... I guess I floated down the stairs and then was set down on my feet? I remember standing at the bottom of the stairs absolutely confused by the experience. I don't think I spent much time down there afterwards. We moved out shortly after that, anyway. 

My house frequently has creaking stairs, at night it sometimes does feel like there might be someone walking on the stairs. I always contributed it to my parents walking, until I one day decided to go check out, because the sounds were really clear and has been going on for a pretty long time and no one was there. Then I got a cat, and I could blame all noises of the house to my cat. However this is not the real ghost story yet.

Another time it was when I woke up at 6 am, I looked at my digital alarm clock, it was flickering on 3:00, an power outage? Since it was 6 am according to my phone 3 hours have passed since the power outage I deducted.

Then I walked down the stairs into the living room, there was an analog clock there, but it stood still and was pointing at 3 am exactly.

That meant that two clocks without any correlation to eachother decided to quit at the same time, and the digital alarm of other rooms worked as normal, which opted out the power outage theory.

All the more creepy was that it happened after I heard shuffling very clearly in my room one night, like someone turning pages of a book. I didn't dare to look, and I hid under the blanket, whether it was illusion or reality, I don't know, but I opened my eyes under the blanket and saw some very bright flashes that could have only come from my table lamp, although short lasting. I wish I could've mustered courage to peek from under the blanket.

So I'm still questioning, might it have been my mind generating flashes for me? It didn't matter, I threw out that lamp afterward.

@tanish0007 How about a UFO?

@tanish0007 I could remember talking or bonding with grandma, I would go around her neat master's bedroom, that memory looked so warm. Turns out she's been gone even before I was born. The crazy part is, no one should have been able to access the room, and I knew what it looked like inside. My father decided to unlock the room, and it was completely trashed (broken lamps, dusty furnitures, messy random items around) with lots of vandalism from my drug addicted uncle. They cleaned it up, but my memory wasn't.

I have one.

In 2014 my son passed away. He was 11 yrs of age at the time and it was due to a quick onset of illness.

As you could probably imagine, I was a mess and not getting much sleep. I believe it was night 3 after he had passed, that this occurred. I was laying in bed, wide awake and staring at the ceiling. I was crying and trying to process everything. Anyway, out of nowhere, I hear this older male voice speak the words, "I'm okay. I don't hurt anymore." 

The room was extremely quiet and dark. I couldn't see anything and afterwards, a feeling of calmness rushed over me. I still can't wrap my ahead around the fact that it was an older male voice. My son was 11 yrs old and did not sound like that. Who knows what happens in the afterlife (if you believe in such, respectfully) but, I know what I heard and to this day, I remember that night without any errors within my memory. 

@tanish0007

Is this really appropriate for a support/therapy community. 7cups is and has been going through a serious case of mission slip and simply becoming a social network. Please address this @heather

I have talked to, seen and interacted with spirits.

I win cause mine is real.

@tanish0007 you give an example of a ghost incident it sounds scary I think I been through that I was 19 ,2021 once as a teenager