Aza's Haunted Life: Shadows Behind the Door

By Aza Enigma

A short read diving into the lifelong haunting of Aza Enigma. From growing up in a haunted home to being followed by those that have passed from this life, explore the scares Aza has experienced. From shadow people, to orbs, to voices and items going missing...there's a lot to explore in the spiritual realm. Follow Aza from the early days of life until now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aza Enigma
• Release date: Sep 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9791220201513

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Chapter Selections

Introduction

Sun and Shadow

Night Lights

Slow Years

Sorry to Wake You

Amped Energies

Trapped and Terrified

Followed

Back into the Fire

Playing Tricks

Still Experiencing Things

Introduction

My entire life, I’ve been haunted. It doesn’t matter where I move. It doesn’t make a difference if I try using various forms of spiritual protection. I can’t run, I can’t hide, there is always something there.

Sometimes the haunting is virtually inactive, sometimes it is incredibly active. The only thing that I can connect to this ever-present … well,...presences that have been in my life, might be that I watched my father die as a child, just weeks before my fourth birthday (that’s a story for a different book though). Things started getting strange after that awful day, that’s all I really know.

Here in this narrative, I will share all of my encounters with the unknown.

The first few chapters give a full detail on every strange encounter that bared its ugly teeth in the very house I called home until I was a teen. No matter where these experiences have taken place... they’ve shaken me to the core and shaped my beliefs in a number of ways - and I hope you might enjoy this opportunity to share in the scares!

Sun and Shadow

The very first experience I had with something out of the ‘norm’ occurred when I was approximately 4 and a half years old. My mother, soon-to-be stepfather, and I still shared a room when I was this age, and I was playing in their wide, empty bed while they were getting breakfast ready. The room faced eastward so that the sunrise each morning was the first thing you would see upon waking. The view was always gorgeous and was made even more scenic thanks to a golden field of wheat that some neighbor grew in the open space just past the rough and gravelly road which would wave gently in the slightest breeze. You could imagine that waving wheat as a golden ocean on some days when the wind was right. A tall and old oak tree graced the ditch closer to our house, just to the side of the window, so it never really blocked the early rays of light that streaked into the room each day. You can see why I would like the room and the view from that position. At least… at first glance.

This particular morning though, the safety of my room would begin to degrade.

As I was playing in the comfort of the bright morning sun, I turned away from the window for a moment, simply looking about for one of the toys strewn across the floor that I wanted to bring up to my perch. I scanned around the worn wooden plank flooring when a strange shift in light played across my upper peripheral vision.

Instead of the blank, pastel green wall that I expected to see as per usual, there was a tall, somehow ominous shadow there as well.

Instead of being scared at first, I was mostly curious. I realized that I had just been looking out of the window where the light was coming from, but there hadn’t been anything in the light to cast a shadow like that. I looked back at the window to be sure, and when I then turned back to the wall where the shadow had been before, it was somehow more defined and suddenly it seemed to be paying attention to me