Paranormal experiences are quite 'normal' in my household but this story I'm about to relate is kind of disturbing (for me that is. I have not mentioned a word about this to my parents or anyone else).
From where I'm from, the belief of ghosts of the dearly departed and other supernatural beings is very common, either in the form of believable superstition, possible sightings and plain uncertain rumors. The area I live in used to be covered in only thick forest with no previous signs of it being used at all by a human population. Thus, the usual goings on of stereotypical rumor circulation among the large suburban community that has now settled here.
I chose to believe that ghosts and supernatural beings exist only in the mind and the subconscious as an element of fear and anxiety brought about by social influence. My family chose otherwise and simply speaking I began to believe as much as they do when the 'occurances' began.
Nothing of the extreme sort like flying objects and stuff as the 'other' family that has taken up residence in our house is quite peaceful. Occurances like missing objects that reappear after a few seconds, moving curtains, rolling chairs, strange arowana behaviour (my family has 2 of them and they do not usually act up as much since they are quite lazy), voice callings and footsteps. The family consists of a father and mother, two younger brothers, aged 5 and 1, and an elder sister aged 8.... or 18. I have very little clue of the sister's age. My mother claims they are from another plane, where they behave like humans do, only that we cannot see them. They all like to frequent different places. All I know that my room is quite popular with the kids, and especially that fact that I share my room with the sister.
I am 17 years old, male and just about done with my A levels. A plain and simple guy with a connection to computer games and logic based questions. I think differently from everyone else, thus I have very few friends and even fewer personal connections. All in all, I think I'm quite a boring guy without a life or a life partner to save it....
I'm sure someone can recognise where this is going but don't snicker. This actually did happen.
Most recently I recall a dream. Quite a vague memory from about a month ago. I remember an explosion and me rushing into a house as if l was looking for something. Heading down into the den, I found a young teenage girl, wounded but alive. I could remember voices of concern, distress and relief, plus I was down on one knee to help her up, looking so much like a 'hero save heroine' scene. Then, I recall a smile and a lovely passionate kiss....
What really surprised me and gives me the chills to this day is that that kiss felt as cold as ice and her lips were quite hard. Plus, after I woke up immediately about 3 seconds from the kiss, I felt a chill on my face when I sat up.
I'm not sure how to feel or what to say right now. Its all really confusing to me. Its just too bizarre....