Ghosts of the Beach House: A Family's Encounter With the Paranormal

Welcome to true Scary Story. You're about to hear an encounter with one of the most terrifying entities that has been said to show what while you sleep. Are you ready? My name is Edwin, and here is Anna Lisa's true scary story. Growing up, I had a lot of paranormal experiences. They were super subtle, sensitivity to energies, noticing things in the home, hearing things. When I was growing up in Fredicksburg, Virginia. If you're unfamiliar with the place, there was a lot of battles that happened in Fredicksburg, Virginia. There's a lot of paranormal activity. They do a lot of Civil War Revolution Mary War reenactment. My grandfather was a home inspector. He would take me on a lot of his home inspections and they would tell me scary stories about the property. We would hear footsteps and one time he was in a four year of an old colonial home, a pot flew across. A lot of the times his equipment was moved. One time I was with him, we came back inside the house. I looked down on the floor. The door was open. There was two muddy handprints and one muddy footprint for about six or seven steps, as if somebody was crawling because they didn't have a leg anymore. All of this was fun in games for me until I had the experience I'm about to tell you about. It happened a couple of years ago in a different location, Topsail Island, North Carolina. Topsaill Island. It was a massive hub for pirates. People think that they can still see blackbeard ship on the horizon. People also think that it might be the last resting place of Blackbeard's treasures. Topsole Island has a significant amount of energy. I had none of this information when my family booked a vacation in Topsoil. They were renting the beach house. When my family booked this vacation, I did travel all the way from Pennsylvania down to Topsole. I was already pretty tired. The drive was a couple of hours over six I think my boyfriend at the time he picked me up, drove me all the way down. I slept a little bit in the car, but I was still really, really groggy. When I arrived at the beach house. It was not scary at all. It was a white house on stilts. The area surrounding was very swampy, but nothing that alerted me to anything. It was about two ish o'clock in the morning. I had just woken up, was super groggy. I wasn't aware of what was going on. I locked on the door my grandfather. He opened up the door. They both were whispering and they were tired, and no one else was in the house. We set our greetings. It was cordial. Come in, okay, thank you, let's go to bed. My grandparents requested that my boyfriend and I sleep in separate rooms. They pointed me to the back room where I would sleep. It was through the kitchen. His room was closer to the front entrance and had a loft bedroom upstairs. I remember going into that room and feeling the heaviest weight I have ever felt in my entire life. This should have sent off some sort of ringer in my head, but it didn't. I was so tired. It was this really dense, thick smog kind of feeling, the feeling that hits you in the center of your chest and your back on your shoulders. I completely ignored it, and I had no other thoughts in my mind. Just to unpack your stuff and get to bed, and I was unpacking. These these thoughts were not my own. I felt the energy of my past relatives. My great grandmother was there, my great grandfather was there, my great aunt. They were there to protect me, to take care of me, and I just ignored it. I picked the bed that was closest to the back patio. I fell asleep. Enough time had passed. We were creeping into the three o'clock hour. We were creeping into the witching hour. I don't even know how long I was asleep. I was woken up by a pressing into the bed. I was not shoot, I was not nudged, nothing fell. I was pressed like somebody had put their hand hands on either side of my chest and pressed me into the bed. It was constant. It was rhythmic and very heavy. I could feel the sides of the pillow curling around my head. My head was being pressed into the bed. Of the pillow was touching the sides of my face. I've had sleep paralysis before. This is not sleep paralysis. I was hit with that overwhelming feeling my relatives are there. It was chatter, It was very noisy in my head. I remember being unable to move. I opened my eyes. It was an apparition six inches from my face. It was the blackest black, but also had outlines. I could tell was a woman. Her eyes were sunken in. They were pitch black. Her hair was floating. It was gray. It was coming out at all ends like Ldusa, like she was in water. Her mouth was open, like a snarl latching onto somebody, wide open. Her teeth were all sharp. She had white markings on her face, two that were going vertical, one on her forehead to her hairline, one down her chin, and too horizontal on the sides of her cheeks, as if somebody had put their fingers in paint and smeared them across their cheeks. This encounter seemed to go on forever. It felt like time had stopped. I was absolutely paralyzed. I remember sitting there in complete and utter fear, staring at this figure. I remember feeling like my breath was taken out of my chest. She was pulling it from me. I remember trying to scream and not being able to. I knew that my own essence was starting to get compromised. All of a sudden at once, I remembered that what you do in these moments is you remind the entity that you are the one that's alive. I shut my eyes and I started screaming, I'm alive. You are not. I'm here, You're not wanted here. All the while, I felt like my family was there. They were fighting this with me. It was completely chaotic and not of my own imagination. Suddenly she was gone. The chatter stopped, the pressing stopped. I could breathe again, I could talk again. I ran into my boyfriend's room. At the time, I remember saying to him I either had a very vivid dream or I just saw a ghost. He had also had his own operition that he experienced at a different time, at a different location, and he went, oh, okay, well, let's go to bed. I remember going to bed that night and not believing it. The next morning, I woke up and I told my family. I was very vague about it. I joked about it and went ooh, maybe it's haunted. And she's like, okay, maybe, and we moved on with our day. They didn't take me seriously at all. Even though my grandfather had had experiences in his past as well as my grandmother. She even captured an apparition in Fredericksburg with her camera sitting at a pew. My family is relatively sensitive, but we have never dabbled with anything that was dark deliberately messing with us in any way. We went out, learned all about the pirates and in topsail and everything. That night, we as a family were playing monopoly. The kitchen table was right next to my bedroom door. It was just fine. We had lots of laughs, and my grandmother said, okay, I'm going to go to and my boyfriend was like, okay, I'm just gonna go to bed. It's just my grandfather and I in the kitchen cleaning up the board. He goes to my door. He stops and he stares. He looks back at me and says, you're right. The pressure changes at night, and I went, okay, well, I'm not going to spend the night there. I'm not going to sleep in that room never again. He went on, I'll blame you. I don't blame you, I'll blame you. And I spent the night with in my boyfriend's room, who had a twin bed. It wasn't an ideal situation. The next morning, I wake up and hear my grandmother from the top of the stairs say, in almost a joking way Bacca saw the ghost, and Baca is the name that I call my grandfather. I went what she was joking, But my grandfather, he was really shaken. He comes downstairs. He says, at about three in the morning, he was woken up by being pressed into the bed. This is a detail that I did not tell him. When he woke up, he kept his eyes closed and he turned over to my grandmother, who was to his right. He said, annoyingly, Pat, why are you waking me up? She's still kind of asleep, Doug, I'm not doing that. In that moment, he hears his wife's voice next to him. He opens his eyes. He sees a tall, black, shadowy figure in a top hat sitting in the chair at the foot of the bed. He said to her, then, who is sitting in that chair? When she woke up, he turned to her, it was gone. I decided to sleep in the same room as my grandmother. I remember having the light on the whole time and having this unmistakable pressure surrounding me constantly, like chatter chatter in my head, static around me. The energy was off, and my eyes were fixated on the foot of the bud. The moment that three am passed. I turned over it looked at the clock and I think it was three h five three ten. Suddenly I was able to fall asleep. We told the owners of this house what had happened. They said, oh, you've never had any ghost encounters before. So I put it to bed. Whatever that was, that that was very much real. It became my ghost story. During COVID, I was flipping through some streaming service. There was some documentary style on sleep paralysis. They showed a picture of a sleep paralysis demon called the Old Hag. It was an artistic rendering I think done over one hundred years ago, and I froze. It's exactly what I had seen that night. There are other renderings of the Old Tag that didn't quite fit the bill, but this one did. The sunken black eyes, the open mouth, the vampiric teeth, the floating gray hair, and the pressing on the chest, and it shivers up and down my spine. I found out that there are predominantly two sleep paralysis demons that have been known throughout centuries, throughout millennia and across the world. Everybody's stories are exactly the same. It is pressing into the bed stolen breath, something staring at you. The old tag sits on your chest, and the other one is called the shadow Man. Shadow Man stands at the foot of your bed. He's oftentimes seen wearing a top hat. Putting this together, I realized I had seen the Old Hag, and the following night, my grandfather had seen the shadow Man. We had no previous experience or knowledge of this. We were just two people that have had paranormal experiences before. Maybe these demons latched onto us that night because we were open. I have made certain that I am not as vulnerable as I was that night. I found out that some people have had reoccurring visits from these demons, and it oftentimes happens because they are so vulnerable. I don't know if it was just age, but I have been way more receptive to the paranormal. I can see things, apparitions. And Alisa's story continues right after this stay with us. Ex partner I was living with a couple of years ago. He was a big, big, big skeptic. When I told him this, he would shrug it off. One night, I was really trying to understand, what is this? Is this something that I have now? What is this. I was woken up by him screaming in bed, shrieking. I turn over, I see him. He pushed himself up on the bed, trying to get away from something he was staring at the door. He told me I saw a tall, black, shadowy figure standing in the doorway with the hat on. I don't know if he experienced the shadow Man at that one point, but ever since then he's only had brief experiences with hearing his grandfather, his grandmother. One time he saw his grandfather in a car door, but he's really had nothing significant since then. There was an apparition attached to an old vintageity of mind that I've had for years. It was an elderly woman. This person was in my house at the same time. We looked up and he went, it's a woman, older woman, tall. I went, white hair, Victorian. He went, yes, she's good, though she's just lost. I have actually been able to help a friend who lost her husband, unfortunately to suicide. This was completely unintentional. I was chatting with her at a pool party. She started opening up to me, and suddenly her past husband was there. I was able to tell her things about him that she had not told me. I knew where he was touching her and how he was touching her. She started breaking down and crying. I don't know if that experience with that demon changed something in me that made me more open, But you bet by sage in my house every day. I don't ever sleep on my back anymore. I just don't want to recreate that night. But it does seem that once these sleep demons enter your life, you become a little bit more attune to the paranormal. I guess just had a lot of a lot of significant encounters since then. I used to live by an old iron mill, and I watched my dog get spooked by something and at the same time I felt that pressure. The other night, I watched my mother dog alert to the corner of a room where we have kind of an altar for my deceased dog that just passed. I watched him stare in that corner and alert to it and try to smell the air, and once again I felt that pressure, but it was positive. When it passed over me, I felt a wind on my face. I just have a lot of these experiences nowadays that it seems kind of normal. That veil has been thinned in a way. Still to this day, I haven't had any more encounters with her. I don't want to have any more encounters with her. Maybe I wasn't the right kind of energy she wanted to feed off of. People will chalk it up to, oh, you were sleeping, and if you do some research on it, people don't actually know what sleep paralysis is. They don't understand why it happens. If someone has experienced sleep paralysis before, they know that. It's completely different than being manipulated and seeing a demon that was very different. I don't know if I can find that picture, but if you google old tag demon, somebody put this depiction in a nurse's outfit. It's like blue purple colored is the hue of the painting. Just the way that her mouth is open and her hair is standing on end, and how she's touching whomever she's sitting on. It's very similar to what I experience. I don't know the origin. We have all of our theories on what demons could be. My personal theory is that demons are spirits that are stuck, that have been stuck for so many years they become polder guys and become demons. That's just my personal theory. Whoever the Old Hag and the shadowmen are, they are ancient. They are millennia old. If you do some digging, you can find that there are encounters that people have had that are centuries old all across the globe. For me, that just validates it even further. Have you ever experienced the paralysis? Let me know in the comments through Instagram. 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