The Haunted States Of America - ALASKA

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Today we are going to be continuing on with our haunted states series, so far we have covered all the creepy happenings going on in sweet home Alabama. Now today we’re moving north, we’re heading over to Alaska to find some of the scariest stories coming out of The Last Frontier. 
 
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t was 11:00PM and I was home alone. A grown man, who has had several paranormal encounters, I don't scare easy. 

It's a normal occurrence for household items to disappear and later reappear. It's also normal for lights to flicker around me, regardless of where I go. 

I'm living in a home where the previous owner died of cancer in the house. Neighbors told me the old woman spent all her time gardening outside; but as cancer took its toll, the weeds gained ground amidst the flowers and things that needed to be done didn't get done. I smudged the house with sage and placed salt across window sills and doors. I also explained out loud, as well as telepathically, that she had passed away and that I had purchased the home and would take good care of it. 

Before moving in, I repainted the interior of the home and I had the old carpet and padding pulled out and I replaced it with new padding and carpet. I also remodeled my bathrooms and built a hearth for my living room fireplace. I made many more improvements to the interior of the home, so much so that it was obvious I was taking good care of the home. The ghost of the previous owner should see that and leave me alone, right? 

Despite this, I heard sounds in my attic, like someone walking over rafters above, quietly murmuring to someone or something else. It was common place for me to experience cold spots in the house, especially my own bedroom. I was also used to smelling rotten smells now and then, without any logical reason, so I assumed I must have passed the gas without realizing it. It was likewise normal for me to lie in bed and feel the mattress compressing at the foot of the bed, and feel the slow denting of footsteps on the bed coming closer to me. I was used to being tormented in my sleep (the subject of another article perhaps). Whether it was the previous owner or someone or something else, I know not.

What I can tell you is that as I was lying on my couch, alone at night, one of my dvd racks, which was fully loaded with dvds, toppled over. It was four feet high and two feet wide, weighing at least 20 pounds. Only by applying force to the dvd rack could it topple over. Yet it did. Why? Who?

This is what terrified me. Why? Who? Something invisible to me knocked over my dvd rack and made a mess. Why? To illustrate it had the power to do so, at any time. Why? To terrify me. To let me know that I am not alone and I am powerless against it. 

At the time, I was living a life of sin, with the worst sins imaginable being part of my past. I could not simply pray to God for help. I needed to have my spiritual filth scrubbed off of me before I could even pray to God for help. I resolved to 1) Get married, so that I wouldn't be fornicating, and 2) Get baptized, to cleanse me of my past sins in order for my prayers to be heard when I asked for help.

I contacted a psychic to cleanse my house. She came to my house, walked around it, before asking me for a ladder to get into my attic. She looked like she was mustering all of her courage as I fetched the ladder. She went up and I waited with my wife in the living room. When she returned, she said that I must have had some serious protection during my life, because this thing attached itself to me in my childhood and brought about misery, depression, and evil in my life. The psychic said it was gone now, but that this could be only the beginning. I paid her $200 for her service. 

To be on the safe side, I contacted a different psychic, a man. The man did not charge me anything to cleanse my house. But he asked me many questions about my life and personality in order to get a feel for who I am. Afterwards, he told me that my soul - or my spiritual aura - was really, really dark. Darker than anyone else he'd ever seen. I told him nothing about my past that would lead him to draw that conclusion. But I knew he was right, and only someone with spiritual insight could know it. He said he cleared my home and my aura of the darkness. 

Between both psychics, the problems at my home stopped. 

At work, however, another object moved. A nitrogen bottle, fully charged, weighing 30 to 40 pounds, had been sitting upright on a steel welding table. There were others in the room but nobody close to the nitrogen bottle. All of a sudden, this steel bottle tipped over and began rolling towards the edge of the table. Had it of fallen and the bottle head became damaged, it would have turned the bottle into a missile and potentially killed someone. Seeing the bottle tip over, I ran towards it and stopped it from rolling off the table. Again, it took force, considerable force, to tip that steel bottle over. The table was perfectly level.

There were strange happenings in my former home, the home from which I fled, and as a result found the home I'm living in now. At this former home, my roommate asked me if my girlfriend (now my wife) was into any weird or dark religious practices. I asked him why he asked and he told me that things changed once she moved in. That his own wife, and their kids, hear things in the home, specifically a whistle whenever the girls used the upstairs shower. I said maybe it's water pipes. He said it was the kind of whistle that sounded like a boy getting a girl's attention, and it only happened when the girls took a shower, just the girls. Downstairs, he said the family would be watching TV when the dogs (a pack of Pitbulls) all looked up toward the ceiling, with their hackles raised, and they growled deep. The dogs did this with another hot spot: the pantry closet. While the family watched TV, sometimes the lights would turn off or on, and sometimes the TV would turn off by itself. 

I told my roommate that my wife wasn't a witch or a devil worshipper, that she was a sweet, kind, caring person. However, I explained to my roommate that I have been noticing lights flicker, and that I found a bat in my room one morning. But the worst thing I observed was a giant toolbox, resting upon a dog kennel, full of heavy tools (the toolbox had to of weighed 50 pounds), lift off of the dog kennel and then get thrown inside the kennel. It was LOUD. At home it was just me and one of the kids. She was on the front porch and heard the slam, asking me what had just happened. I told her exactly what I saw and what I heard, as well as tell my roommate, when we were discussing the paranormal events in the home. 

Then I remembered a few other events and reminded my roommate about them. We had two entrances to the home. A side door and a front door. Each door connected to the kitchen downstairs. One day my roommate and I took a drive someplace, and when we returned, one of the dogs was outside of the house. How did he get out of his kennel AND how did he get out of the house? The front door was closed and locked. The side door, however, was laying down on the ground outside. Not just the door: but the door jam too. Something kicked this door so hard that it broke lose the door jam from the house itself. Now, that door jam had been nailed into place. Only a tremendous amount of force could have blown out that door. 

The dog that was let loose from his kennel was the size of a great Dane dog. A MASSIVE dog, one that I personally saw mauling a 350 pound pig like it was breakfast. Nobody in their right mind, no intruder, no burglar, would have unlocked that dog's kennel and risk the certainty of being mauled. Furthermore, I found my own dog's kennel door was unlocked and open. But my dog, a male Pitbull and a sweetheart to other dogs but a biter of people, was laying in the safety of his kennel. Why? Because the bigger male Pitbull, that we found outside, had a bad habit of mauling my dog, as well as other male Pitbulls in the house. By unlocking and opening my dog's kennel, along with the bigger male's kennel, the thing responsible for doing this was trying to ensure that my dog got mauled by the monster male. It was a deliberate act. No human being would have done so, because my dog consistently attacked strangers. And again, the monster sized Pitbull was of such a size that only a madman would have let him loose, while being in the house with the dogs. Letting them both loose at the same time was an evil attempt to get my dog hurt or killed. The larger Pitbull had sent my dog to the vet for stitches more than once, as well as another of the males. In fact, it was because of this Pitbull's violence that all of the dogs were left in their kennels and only certain dogs were allowed out of their kennels at the same time. I swear to God, whatever thing opened each kennel door was EVIL, knowing what would happen. My own dog was so terrorized by the monster male that he shook in fear when around him. Again, about the kitchen's side door, how much force would it take to boot out the door - and the door jam - from the side of the house, leaving the door on the ground? A lot of force! It was an exterior door too, so it was as heavy as it was stout. 

Oh, there was one other door to the house. It was upstairs in my roommate's room. It led to a small deck. On a few occasions, I discovered, upon returning home, that this door was open when it was always left closed. Who or what opened that door more than once? 

About me. I was exposed to domestic violence as a child and subjected to child abuse for years. I grew up with hatred in my heart. I prayed to the devil as a child, to kill or otherwise ruin them for what they did to me. And I would communicate with something dark and evil, toward that end, telepathically. The cost of revenge was my soul. Since we are talking about eternal hell, I never gave up my own soul. But I asked about giving the devil the souls of other people instead. This, I never knowingly did. Just exploring options. In that house, my step sister's infant daughter died of SIDS and the baby's mother complained to me twice of seeing "someone" in the house. When I searched the whole house, I found nobody. She said it was a dark figure and she didn't get a good enough glimpse at him to describe his details. He was seen walking into the bathroom from the hallway. Two times, she saw shadow people in that house. When she turned 16, she moved out to go live with her uncle, saying there was too much tension and evil in that house. At the time, I assumed she saw a human intruder, who must have escaped through the bathroom window. She was terrified! 

When I turned 13, and found myself committed to a child psychiatric hospital, I began playing games like Light As A Feather Stiff As A Board, and I also played with Ouija boards. I read books on witchcraft spells and continued telepathically communicating with something evil. It was not a scary evil to me. At the time, I think it was passing itself off as a friendly spirit in order to fool me, because it later showed its true face when I was 15. 

It attacked me in my sleep. Again, my nocturnal attacks are the subject of another posting. It reminded me that we had a deal and I hadn't fulfilled my end of the bargain. In response, I said "You aren't real! Your just my own mind talking back to me." It asked me how to prove its existence to me. I replied by suggesting that it tell my friends to talk to me, saying they had been contacted by demons, and they just wanted to prove they are real.

I joke you not. That week, I was at school when I got a call from the dean's office ordering me to come down to the office. When I went to his office, he explained that one of his students is crying and screaming and hysterical, saying that she was being tormented by demons and that she should contact me, as I was the only one who could help her. The girl's name was Nicole and I never saw her again. I told the dean to tell her to pray to Jesus Christ, ask him to forgive her sins, and then ask God to make the demons go away. The dean would not allow me to see her. I think he was startled by my response, since I had long hair, and wore a jean jacket with an ACDC patch on the back that said Highway to Hell. I listened to Slayer, King Diamond, Merciful Fate, Metallica and other newly emerging death metal music during the 80's. So they proved they are real. And after that, they began tormenting me in my sleep. Again, another future article. 

Without going into details about my sleep torment, I'll just say I experienced reoccurring nightmares, sleep paralysis, horrible dreams about demonic possession. 

There is more I can say on topic but it might best be posted in different sections. Thanks for reading about my experiences. Today, I am a Christian, baptized, and I don't communicate with evil entities. I am a loner Christian, and I pray silently whenever I do pray.


he first experience. Aged 8. 

At first it would only run up and down the hallway. It would peek just around my door way some nights and leave me frozen in fear. I was too stiff to call out for my mother. Eventually it became brazen off my fear and would kneel down in my doorway. There it would sit before its bones cracked out of place. The figure was nearly eight feet tall. Black skin shrouded over bones with nothing to cushion against the creaking ligaments. Wide far spread eyes glowed and ominous white. I still remember how it crawled to the side of my bed like some contorted crab. When I shut my eyes tightly it would be gone before I opened them once more and it was back at the doorway. They couldn't touch me when my eyes closed. 

This could be passed off for a young child's playful mind if it was not for my parents attention brought to it... My mother and father told me when I was older that I only stopped complaining when a man began to stand in my hallway. My mother had saw him first. A soft figure in a red old cape and furred clothing with worn leathers. He was obvious native america and from the Alaskan tribes or North Canadian. When he begun to appear the haunting ended in that house. When we moved they surged at me violently and I experienced Skin Walkers and other beings regularly until I was thirteen. At fourteen an old woman, when I lived in Germany, told my aura was dark and that several demons had tried to follow me into her house. She had rosaries all over her home. Since then I've witnessed horrifying sounds, touches, scratching on my bedposts, and other teasing horrors. Nothing really makes them go away unless I go on certain medicines or try my best to ignore everything. I've got autoimmune disorders, severe anxiety, and depression. Could these play into the attraction some dark entities have towards me? I am no longer interested in making it end. I know it won't. I just want to know how to protect myself and how to learn more about exactly each thing.

y mom told me this story. My mother was in a little village called White Mountain, Alaska at the time. Its population is about 100-150 people where everyone is related to everyone. 

At night there would be family brawls, mostly just the parents so the kids would go outside and cry sometimes. My mom would go open the door and call to the kid and tell them to come over and stay the night until their parents settled down and they were safe to go back home the next day. 

One night my mother heard "one of those kids" and half asleep and half awake she went to the door to go open it. Right when she put her hand on the door nob, "NO! Don't open that door!" she heard. She was fully awake by then. "Okay." She heeded that warning even though she was kind of annoyed that the crying kept going on and on; even when she woke up she could still hear the crying all the way until the sun started to shine. 

Eager to hear if her mother and brother heard it, she went over to drink some coffee and discuss the whole ordeal. My mother asked, "Good morning you guys! Did you hear that crying last night?"

My grandmother used to be rude sometimes so abruptly she said, "NO! I heard NOTHING last night" and continued fixing breakfast.

Later on that day my mother spoke to her brother and he gave her the 411. 

He said, "Not long ago there used to be a family and in that family was a pregnant woman. For some reason they needed to go to Golovin (another village about a 20-25 mile traveling distance away on foot.) Right when they reached the place where the forest meets the tundra she went into labor and she had her baby under a tree. She wrapped her baby and took care of the mess and while doing so one of the family members said "Look! The sun's going down, we won't be able to see where were going pretty soon." So all of them hurried and gathered all that they could and left. They all got to Golovin and started to unpack their stuff when finally the lady realized and said, "I FORGOT MY BABY!" So they all went back to go look for it where they were previously and looked under every tree but couldn't find the baby. That baby spirit sometimes comes to White Mountain and that's what you heard last night."

fter having to put my desire for children on hold for almost 8 years, my fiancé decided that he was ready to try for kids (he wasn't the man in my life for all 8 years, although I wish he could have been!). 

Last possible date of conception was January 26, 2011. The reason I know that is because I used FAM (Fertility Awareness Method). 

My first ultrasound was March 9th. I was crushed when the doctor revealed to me that I had what was called a blighted ovum. The best way I can describe that is a genetic miscarriage. There was something so wrong with the baby when the egg and the sperm met that the embryo didn't complete. I had an empty amniotic sac inside my body. I couldn't believe that without being pregnant I had tripped over $200 worth of home pregnancy tests. The doctor explained that the amniotic sac would have fooled my body into thinking it was pregnant. The doctor also said that my amniotic sac was not as far along as it should have been, as he was measuring from a conception date of two and a half weeks before the last possible date. He said to come back in a week, we would do another ultrasound and then discuss our options. I was crushed, but dealing with it.

A week later, there was some growth in the sac and a little lump had developed inside of it. The doctor told me to come in a week later and sent me on my way. 

That weekend, I went to my local Fred Meyers to do a little shopping. I sat in my car and ate a pretzel with cheese. It was getting warm out and the day was sunny. Imagine my surprise when a large shiny black raven descended, landing between my driver side door and the vehicle next to me. I kept eating, but was having fun watching the raven hop around near my car. It's not often I get to see the ravens up close, and this was as good as it was going to get... I thought. 

In about the span of time it took me to blink, five more ravens came swooping in, surrounding my car. My car was the only one in the center of the action, despite being surrounded by other vehicles. 

The first raven hopped up on the hood of my car. He tilted his head from side to side, hopping back and forth. While normally ravens make a harsher croaking or caw, this raven was chirruping at me. That's the best way I can describe it. It was a soft little bird purr! When he came up and pecked on my windshield, I rolled down the window a smidge and tossed a piece of soft pretzel on the ground. While feeding the wildlife is probably not the best idea, they were eating other human food that they had acquired out of the dumpsters, so I figured, what would it hurt?

Apparently the raven didn't care for my hand coming out of my window so he hopped back down to the ground. He skipped past the pretzel piece three or four times, and then scooted behind my car. 

Then another raven hopped onto the hood of my car. At this point, I realized I wasn't the only person to notice what was happening. One of the parcel boys was rounding up carts nearby and seemed just as amazed as I did. But he was the only one. I did a quick survey of the parking lot. Even with the large crowd, no one seemed to be paying attention to what was happening. Either they couldn't see or they didn't care. 

The second raven spotted the food I had tossed out, jumped down, retrieved it and perched himself back on the hood of my car. He also made the same soft little chirrup noises that the first bird made. While he ate, the raven kept his eye on me through the glass. When he had enough to eat, he dropped the bread and jumped onto my passenger side mirror, back onto my windshield (where I got the most amazing picture, and then flew off.

As I went about my day, I paid attention to how I felt. How the birds had behaved struck me as very odd and seemed to impart that there was more going on than I could see. But I felt calmer. Comforted. And everywhere I went there were always two or more ravens. Always. 

At my next ultrasound, the doctor told me that he could see a fetal pole that was pulsing. That meant that my baby was still alive! I really was pregnant after all! The first ultrasound had just been too early to tell anything, and because the doc was basing his timing of my pregnancy of a different day his calculations for how far along I was were off. A lot!

I practically skipped out of the doctor's. I was so giddy with joy that I went to see a friend of mine. She grew up on a reservation in the lower 48 and is way more sensitive than I could hope to be. As we stood on the sidewalk in front of her business, I happened to look across the street. Perched on top of a street light were two of the biggest, blackest ravens I'd seen yet. I pointed these out to my friend. She told me that those were the first ravens she'd seen all day. She told me to do some research to see what I could find. The whole time we talked, the ravens stayed just across the street. 

The next day I started digging around on the internet and came across something interesting. Ravens didn't always mean carnage and death. They meant mystery, the universe, the Creator, the ultimate recycler. The many different meanings of ravens made me smile. The raven is an air element, which would coincide with my birth sign as well. Another tidbit of information I gleaned was that you don't choose the raven as a totem animal. The raven chooses you. According to a couple of different websites I found, my baby would be born under the Raven sign. 

As I was reading, I tried on the pieces of information. I discarded each like a shirt that almost fit but something just wasn't sitting right. When I saw that my baby would be born under the sign of the Raven, it hit me in the gut, chest, heart, whatever. The ravens weren't there for me. Not really. They were there for the baby! I really thought about all the times I had seen these beautiful birds. It was kind of freaky but I had to laugh because when I went to the stores to shop, they would take turns watching me like sentries. 

The next weekend came and it was time to run some more errands. As I headed down the road I realized that over the course of the week, I'd been so tired that I hadn't really been out of the house and thusly hadn't seen my black-feathered companions in many days. 

A couple miles down the road from where I live, both sides of the road are lined with lights, the kind that hang way over four-lane highways. As I approached this area, I had a "what the blazes?" moment. On each overhang were perched at least two ravens, but mostly three or four each. I had the morbid thought that it looked like a mourning of ravens. They were lined up like funeral mourners to watch my car drive by. Not one bird swooped off the lights, jumped around or pecked at it's fellow bird. They just watched. I was struck with the solemnity of it, but refused to consider the icky feeling I had deep in my gut.

After that, I didn't see them much anymore, but didn't think anything of it. Almost a week later, I went in for an emergency ultrasound. The doctor confirmed that I was having a miscarriage. 

While the ravens don't seem as devoted as they did when I was pregnant, I still find them keeping an eye on me when I'm out of the house. Due to their representation of mystery, and thusly knowledge, when I see them now (usually when I'm upset and not in a "student" mindset), I ask myself what I could learn and remind myself to be open to new information and knowledge

was 12 when this occurred.

I came home from school, walked through the doorway and started to take off my shoes. My mom then walked up to me, not saying a word but it looked as if she had just woken up, very tired looking. She stared at me for awhile, I looked up and say "hi mom!" She then turned around, walked around the couch, down the hallway to the bedroom, still not saying a word. I thought nothing of it at the time.

I ran into my brother's room where he was playing video games and started to show him something. He wanted to see it, but I wanted to show my mother first. He then said, "What are you talking about? Mom's not home." I replied "uhh, yeah she is I just saw her." 

I walked out of his room and looked all over the house to find her, even our backyard... My brother was right, she wasn't home.

I told my family about it as soon as they got home, they find it very interesting.

I want to know what I saw. 

It looked EXACTLY like my mom, and exactly like a person... Not see through like a ghost. It was the weirdest experience ever.

If anyone out there knows why or how this happened, and why was this thing appearing as my mom, please let me know.

Thanks.