This story isn't scary, but it's the first "paranormal" experience that I can remember. (Missing parts filled in by my mother.)
This happened in the mid 80's in a small Norwegian town. We were living in an apartment with two bedrooms. One being mine, the other my parents.
There are two notable things that occurred in this room. One was a nightly occurrence that involved an antique painting of a boy and his dog. The boy sat on a barrel and the dog sat beside him. But every night, the painting would glow. Not the frame, just the actual painting. My mom was at a loss for words, and even to this day she'll talk about it. The glow was faint, but visible to her and anyone else that would care to look. This painting was from the very late 1800's, my mother doesn't recall the exact date and we lost that painting years ago after we left Norway.
The second occurrence happened to me personally in this room. My memory is mottled but I have enough to remember it happening. Our...
My childhood room.
This happened in the mid 80's in a small Norwegian town. We were living in an apartment with two bedrooms. One being mine, the other my parents.
There are two notable things that occurred in this room. One was a nightly occurrence that involved an antique painting of a boy and his dog. The boy sat on a barrel and the dog sat beside him. But every night, the painting would glow. Not the frame, just the actual painting. My mom was at a loss for words, and even to this day she'll talk about it. The glow was faint, but visible to her and anyone else that would care to look. This painting was from the very late 1800's, my mother doesn't recall the exact date and we lost that painting years ago after we left Norway.
The second occurrence happened to me personally in this room. My memory is mottled but I have enough to remember it happening. Our...
My childhood room.