Location: Gloucester, Massachusetts
Date of Encounter: 1989
My name is Irene, and I have been investigating the paranormal for 10 years. The reason why I got interested in the paranormal happened when I was a child. This is what happened to me.
When I was eight-years-old I was sleeping over my grandparents' house. My Nana woke up very early and I always liked waking up with her to help her cook breakfast. She was an early bird and always woke up before the sun came out. That night I woke up and got out of bed. I looked out my window and it was still dark, sp I wasn't sure what time it was. I opened my bedroom door and started walking down the stairs slowly because I was listening for anyone to be up. I stopped in the middle of the stairway, and when I did I heard a voice of a young girl whisper something in my right ear. I can't remember what she said or even if I understood it or not, but I got freaked and ran up the stairs to hide under the covers.
I soon fell asleep and while I was sleeping I had this dream. I was under water and couldn't get up. Something was pulling me down and I felt like I was drowning. I had my eyes open the whole time but all I saw was this light and water all around me. I started to breathe the water in and started choking. Then I woke up. When I woke up I was coughing because I was really holding my breath while I was dreaming. I got out of bed and stood in front of the window. It was daylight out and the sun was up. I stood there for a few seconds and then soon realized that I was standing in a puddle. I turned around and there was water falling down (kind of like a waterfall, but down the walls) there were puddles everywhere, then I realized that I was sopping wet. My hair was dripping (like I just got out of the shower). The bed was wet; there were two-inch puddles of water in the bed all around me. So I freaked out and ran down the stairs. I ran right into my cousin who was coming up the stairs to wake me for breakfast. I was crying and just grabbed his hand and took him back up to the room.
By the time we got back there about a minute later, everything was dry — the bed was dry, the sheets, and the puddles were gone — all except me. My hair was still so wet that when I finally calmed down to explain what had happened to my cousin, I actually rung out my hair. It was so strange. I thought of every possibility that I could. I thought that maybe I was sleepwalking and went into the bathroom. But that's impossible because there is only one bathroom in the house and it's off of the kitchen. If I went there, someone would have seen me. There are no water pipes upstairs. And it was not pee. There was too much water to be that. And it was clear, plain water. I still don't understand it and ever since that night I have been studying the paranormal and helping other people. My cousin never slept there again and neither have I. My grandparents didn't seem surprised when I told them what had happened. They just sort of shrugged it off. Since then both my grandparents died in the same room at different times in the house. Today I co-own the house. There have been other people living there and they also report some activity. They are moving out soon because of this. Now I can finally got back and face this, and possible try to help the girl that has drowned.