HillbilleeChick~N~Shit

hello everyone. i hope you all are doing well. first i would like to apologize for not responding to messages and comments the past couple of days. i have been sick, and my daughter got sick again... so i havent even been on opera at all, in like five days.

also, im starting to get really upset with all the hate mail im getting. when it was just one or two people sending me awful messages, it was okay... but now, there is like over twenty messages in my inbox every single day saying how i must be a devil worshiper because i have ghosts. and that i dont believe in god because i have a demon in my home. that im a bad person... i mean it just goes on and on. HERE IS MY MESSAGE TO YOU!!! (the people sending me these messages...) if you dont like what i write, then dont read it. if you dont agree with what i am saying, then say so in a comment. dont send me hateful ignorant messages. have some balls and say it out here where my friends can see it! i have had people ask me if this is all fake. im sure there are a few of you that think that it is, but, i promise on everything i love, that this is my true story. that all of this really happened to me. to those of you that do believe me and read all my blogs, and comment each and everytime... i appreciate you all more than you could ever know! it helps when you all are supporting me, when so many people out there hate me. and tell me i need to die, and go to hell, and everything else in the world. thank you all.


okay, on to my story... michael, me and kaylee moved out of my mom, and step dads house. and they were telling me almost on a daily basis things that were happening since we left. they were nothing as scary as what i went through. but, they believed me. finally! we moved into a small cheap apartment, in a bad neighborhood. i guess you could call it the ghetto. but, we left on such short notice, we didnt have very much money, and we had to take what we could get.

everything was great at first. you all have to understand, when you live with something purely evil like that ghost was, feeling that feeling of something watching you every single day... when you leave that place and go to a new one, its amazing how different it felt. it felt airy, and clean, and cheerful. i was so happy there. event hough it was tiny, and very old, and not so pretty, i loved it. because it didnt have ghosts in it.... YET.

for the first few months it was great. nothing paranormal happened. then one day, out of the blue... ill never forget it. right now, i can see it all happening like my memory is a movie in my mind. when something this significant happens you remember it all very clearly. back then, we were just starting out. we didnt have a bed, all we had was a big king size futon mattress in our bedroom floor. michael, me and kaylee all three slept in it. kaylee didnt even have her own bedroom there. but, it was fine with me, because to this day, i dont let her sleep alone, just because of the ghost thing, we all sleep in the same room. anyway, kaylee was still just a baby then... and she had been waking up all through the night crying. i had to keep getting up and getting her water in her bottle, and changing her diaper. well, michael gets up for work... he always gets up, and tries to be as quiet as possible. he always laid his clothes out the night before and put them in the bathroom so he wouldnt have to turn on the light to wake us up...

you know that kind of sleep where you are asleep, but you can hear everything going on? well thats how i was at that moment. i was laying there asleep, but not really... anyway, i can hear michael walking around the room, and i hear him go to the bedroom door and open it. but i didnt hear it shut. so im laying there waiting, thinking i was going to have to get up and shut the door before he woke kaylee up by getting ready for work. suddenly he yelled "oh god!" and the door SLAMMED shut. i mean, really slammed. i jumped up mad as hell cause kaylee started screaming crying. i was pissed that he woke her up. i knew she would be up all day, and i hardly got any sleep... well he flipped on the light, and i could tell something was wrong. he was scared too death. i had never seen him so scared before. and still havent to this day actually.

this is what he told me happened: he said he opened the door to go to the bathroom down the hall (it was a very long hallway) he said he was standing there because he saw a dark shadow walking around our living room. he said he thought someone had broke in our apartment. and where we lived in a really bad neighborhood, that actually happened to people there all the time. so, he said he was standing there wondering what to do next. and he said it stopped walking, and turned its head towards him. he said it was tall and skinny, and all black. he said what scared him the most was its eyes. he said it had red colored eyes. (what freaked me out was, i had never told him about me seeing its eyes before. i had never told him it had reddish orange eyes. ever!) so right then, i knew... it was back. he said when it looked at him he was getting read to shut the door, but he said within like three seconds it came towards him, not running, but he said it was like it was on roller skates. that it came at him so fast that he had to slam the door with all his strength before it went right into him. i can picture it in my head. i mean, i know what this thing looks like... its eyes... and its black body... i cant imagine that thing comming at me really fast. i would honestly piss in my pants! another freaky thing, i had never told him about how fast it moved... its like, this thing moves so fast, you almost dont even see it move.

but, after that day something happened to us every single night, and sometimes during the day things would happen. it got worse after a while, it would touch me while i was asleep and wake me up, making it impossible for me to go to sleep again. it started making loud noises right when i would drift off to sleep... throwing things, and banging on the floor, or the wall. it was absolutely horrible. i had no idea back then, how bad it actually would get... and i honestly didnt think it could get any worse. i mean, i was litterally living in hell. how can anything be worse than that? you know? well, it got wayyyyyyy wayyyyyyy worse. next time i write, i will include one of my diary entries at this point.

let me know what you all think. if you have any questions, please dont hesitate to ask me. thanks yall!

Hello everyone! Hope you all are doing good. this is my second blog! yay!! =) since its almost Halloween, i figured i would write my true story about living in a haunted house. i know that some of you are skeptics, and dont believe in ghosts. thats fine. i never really believed myself. that is, untill i had my daughter. this is a true story. none of it is fake. this is what truly happened to me and my family.

it all started when my daughter was first born, and i moved in with my mom cause she was going to help me with my baby... i had a c-cection. so i needed all the help i could get at the time... but i definitely got way more than i bargained for. thats for damn sure.

anyways, i visited my dad soon after i had the baby, and he is a paranormal investigator, (that is someone that is a "ghost hunter". they actually go into haunted places trying to get pictures, or videos of ghosts.) so i was looking at all of his new ghost pictures. there was one in particular that really freaked me out. it was a picture of a Jesus picture that was hanging on his wall. and you can see a ghost standing in front of it, you can tell its trying to hide...but, it was glaring at my dad. i mean really mean looking... it looked like what you would think a demon would look like. and my dad has a lot of pictures of this same ghost. one of them you can see its teeth, and they are sharp... like a wolf or something. anyways.....i begged him to let me take the pictures home to show my mom and my step-dad (who by the way did not believe in ghosts at the time.)

well that night we were sitting on my moms bed looking at them... she and i were making fun of the ghost in the pictures. i said they looked angry. and that they looked constipated.... she and i were laughing making fun of the pictures. (i honestly believe this is why everything happened that night.) this is what happened....

my little brother Josh, my mom, and my friend Mia was sitting in the living room. Mia and i were fighting for some reason. i cant remember now why... we were arguing pretty loud...anyway, i heard a door open in the hallway next to me, i thought that it was my step dad coming out of his room, and coming into the living room where we were, because i thought he was angry or something for us fighting and being loud. i figured we had woke him up or something.... (we were being pretty loud....) anyways, suddenly i heard the door shut again.... HARD. and what was weird, i suddenly knew it was my bedroom door, and not my step-dads door. because my bedroom door would make a loud unique noise when it shut... a sound none of the other doors in the house made... so i was like what the hell? someone is in there with my baby.... which at this point, im being very quiet, listening. mia was still yelling at me. and i was sitting there, just listening. the thing was, kaylee (my baby) was only a few months old. and she was in her crib, in my bedroom, by herself. no one else was even there. at this point im getting really scared. my baby starts screaming her head off in the room, i jumped up fast thinking someone was in there with her.... my first thought was they were going to hurt her. because a mother knows her babies cry. this wasn't a regular cry. this was a terrified sounding cry. a cry i had never ever heard my baby make. at this point, im standing there at the bedroom door. (my baby was still screaming.) i remember putting my hand on the door knob, and with her crying in the background, i heard someone go, "SHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" and she cried a little louder. then it said "shhhhhhhh" again. and it said it hard, like it was fucking mad as hell.

right when i turn the doorknob the screaming stops completely. that confused me more than it scared me. i looked around the room, looking for someone in there.... there was no one in there at all. it was so dark, so i flipped on the light, and i saw kaylee was sitting up in her crib, and looking toward a wall that we were sitting against in the living room. (thats important later) anyways..it kind of scared me, because she looked so scared. and she seemed like she was looking at somebody. somebody that i couldnt see. because she was moving her head and eyes as if she was watching someone walking around. as scared and confused as i was, i put her back to bed anyway.

i went back into the living room, sat down and started talking with my mom, brother, and friend again. i never said anything to them about what i had just experienced. and they were all so high off weed that they didn't even realize that something was wrong. well, about fifteen minutes later, something starts BEATING on my bedroom wall. (which was the wall the couch was on. i could litterally FEEL how strong it was hitting the wall. my back was vibrating with every bang. i could even feel it through my feet on the floor. thats how hard this thing was hitting the wall.)

i mean, this thing was like: BOOM!, BOOM!, BOOM!, BOOM!... like REALLY REALLY hard!! at this point i was so fucking scared that my daughter was in danger, that i was at the bedroom door WITHIN A SECOND OR TWO. thats how fast i got up and ran to the door. (the ghost was STILL beating on the wall.) i quickly opened the door, and saw my baby....sitting up in the middle of the bedroom floor. (she was so young, she couldn't even sit up without falling over. so this scared me too death!) then, ill never ever forget the look on my babys face. i can literally see it right now, as im writing this. seven years later, that look on her face will forever be burned into my mind. she was looking at something that i couldn't see. AGAIN.... THERE WAS NO ONE ELSE IN THE ROOM. ANYWHERE!! And i realized standing there, that the beating on the wall stopped right when i opened the door.

mom told me to get those pictures the hell out of her house. i wanted to burn them myself... i just knew this ghost had something to do with the pictures. maybe it was mad at me for making fun of it..?

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THIS IS JUST PART ONE OF MY REAL LIFE GHOST STORY. MUCH MORE HAPPENED AFTER THIS. THIS IS JUST THE FIRST THING THAT HAPPENED. THE NEXT BLOG I WRITE, I WILL TELL YOU ALL WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THIS FIRST NIGHT. BUT, I WANT YOU ALL TO TELL ME SOMETHING......... *DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOST? *IF YOU DO, WHY? HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A GHOST, OR WENT THROUGH SOMETHING LIKE THIS? MAKE SURE AND LEAVE ME A COMMENT ANSWERING THESE QUESTIONS... OR ASK ME SOMETHING. JUST LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU ALL THINK?!?!?!?! THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING MY 2ND BLOG!