Do you have an itch?
Posted 3 years ago by
This story is not mine, it is the property of my older brother. I asked if he liked to place it on this forum but he chose not to, he said it would bring back too much memories remembering everything. However, he did tell me it was okay if I wanted to put it up on here so everyone can learn of our experience.
My brother is a unique person; all his life, he has always been like a magnet of some sort to the unseen forces. It doesn't matter where we move or where we live, he's always the center of paranormal activities.
My brother was only 9 years old when this event occurred. During this time, our parents had little money and so we lived in a 2 bedroom duplex. It was cramped, but we managed as best as we can. Not long after we moved in, unexplained scratches started appearing on my brother's arms. He remained quite and never said a word, but to us brothers, it was very apparent that the scratches happened every night and a new one would appear the next day. My mother thought it was just us kids rough housing, but I finally told my mother that some one was bullying him at night. My mother doesn't take too kindly to bullying, so she confronted him. He finally cave and told us what has been happening to him at night:
Day 7 in our new home-My brothers and I had just gotten home from school and my brother(the victim brother, Paul) ran quickly into our room. He wanted to be first in there so he can sneak up on us when we finally went in. He chose to hide in the closet. After several minutes, he claimed he saw a little old lady in the closet. She beckoned him to come closer to her, which scared him and he ran out of the closet crying to my mother.
Day 8 in our new home-(afternoon)After bathing together, Paul quickly ran into our room again and opened the door. He hid behind the door so he can jumped at us when we all walked in from the bathroom. However, as he was hiding behind the door, he claimed to see a pair of feet under his bed. The feet quickly disappeared under the bed, he got scared and ran out of the bed room.
Day 8 in our new home-(night)Night has fallen since his earlier incident, and we were all sleeping. Paul remained sitting up on his bed because he was too scare to go to sleep. I slept in the same bed as him and I was awakened by him several times in the middle of the night to play with him. It was obvious Paul did not want to go to sleep that night; however, my exhaustion took over me and I fell asleep. That night, Paul got sick.
Day 9 in our new home- Paul stayed home that day while everyone went to school. My parents went to work too, leaving a fragile kid behind. Paul told us that when he woke up, he heard someone cooking in the kitchen. He thought it was our mother, so he ran outside to meet her. Instead of our mom, he saw the same old lady there looking at him. She raised both her hands up to him- he remembered that she had really long fingernails. Suddenly, she laid out a really loud scream and chased him; Paul ran into the bathroom and locked the door. He claimed there was a lot of cursing and pounding at the door. Paul saw the windows and broke free from the house. When we got home that day, we met a crying Paul outside our house. He was still in his pajamas drenched in his own urine.
Day 10 in our new home-When my parents asked him why he locked himself outside of the house, he never told us. Paul just cried and cried until he fell asleep. Paul had become really sick so he didn't get out of bed. My mother stayed home that day, she was too worried of Paul's behavior. After an hour or so after she made breakfast, she turned to the hallway to wake up Paul, instead she found Paul already in the kitchen looking at her quietly. Mother asked Paul to never sneak up on mom again, she almost had a heart attack. Paul just cried and so mother comforted him. Know one knew, but Paul had already been scratched.
Day 11 in our new home- The family woke up to a crying Paul around 10:30pm. He kept covering his arms; when my mother tried to reveal his arms from his long sleeve shirt, he wouldn't allow her. He continued to cry and fell asleep by my side. Every time someone tried to remove his sleeves, he would cry and hold on to them really tight, so we all left him alone and went back to sleep.
Day 12 in our new home-Paul woke me up in the middle of the night. He told me that grandma was going to scratch me too if I keep on sleeping in grandma's place. I didn't know what he was talking about, so I went back to sleep. After an hour or so, I felt Paul jerked his feet towards my legs really hard, then Paul started to cry quietly. I had enough of Paul's abnormal behavior, the next day, I told my mother that Paul was being bullied.
Day 13 in our new home-After revealing how much scratches was on Paul's arms, we moved out of that house. We never went back to visit that house or near that property again. Paul has healed from all his scratches, but to this day, Paul claims he can still vividly remember her fingers creeping from under the side of the bed, one at a time and slowly piercing her nails deep into Paul's arm, then slowly pulling him under the bed which he resisted, resulting in her scratching him.