Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

When I was 11, I used to go ghost hunting with my friend behind a sports centre (with sound proof walls)after Drama. We did it regularly after she heard laughter of children when she was the only person there. I went there with her, and we listened intently for voices, laughter or perhaps a cold wind. The first time I was extremely scared, but we saw more. I heard a creaking door and children laughing. I heard the whistle of something. I ran and I took one last glance and saw a silhouette of a man with only half an arm and with crutches gliding towards us. Luckily it was near a main road, so I felt safer after that.

The next time I saw a little less, perhaps because I was less scared. But we heard different things – the voice of a mother saying, “Come in now, its nearly time for blackouts!” After I heard that I had suspicions that they were World War II ghosts.

I didn’t go for ages, until near my 12th birthday. I got scared again, so I sat and hoped to see/hear (but you didn’t see much) the whole thing. I heard laughter, and the bark of a dog, and felt something bounce off me, like a ball. Two children were whispering faintly about something, then giggling. The creak of an old wooden door. “Come in now, it’s almost time for blackouts!” shouted a woman. The children groaned. Footsteps passed me. But I heard a whistle, like a bomb. The whistle stopped. I knew that when the whistle stopped you had 10 seconds until the bomb landed. Instinctively, I shouted, “Look out!” But they were ghosts that were events replayed over and over again, unaware of the living. There was a huge explosion, I’m guessing, but it was faint and quiet, just as the rest of the ghosts were.

I was about to leave when I could feel someone watching me. I only get that feeling when someone really is. I turned – and it was that man I had seen before. He was gliding towards me. I left the shortcut at the back of the sports centre.

My friend’s Nan told us the whole ghost story. It happened like this:

There was a woman who looked after 13 children. Only 3 were hers- the rest were adopted. She had 5 Anderson shelters – which are the hills at the front of the Sports Centre – and they all grouped into them when there were raids from the Nazis. The lady cared for her children a lot. She would die if they did. One night, they played out longer than usual, and she had to tell them to go in. They were upset because they had been playing a good game. The were going in when the bomb was falling and they panicked. The two eldest children (who were the ones who had been whispering) to go in but they didn’t get inside on time. They all died – the mother and the children. The children only became ghosts because the had unfinished business – their game.

A soldier saw their ghosts when some soldiers had returned (just before Doodlebugs started coming over)- and ran to tell them to get inside because the Germans had said that them might return. But there was an unexploded bomb in the bush- and he blew up with them too. His unfinished business was tell the children that message.

I believe that story as I believe that I am alive. I am 100% sure it is real. I wonder if you think it is real.

My friend is a Scout and said that they had a bonfire night the year I turned 12- and they saw them. There were 13 children normally but there were only 7 this time. My friend walked home with 6 shadows. There was only one light around her- the streetlamps above her. Ever since there have only been 7 children rather than 13. She thinks they share her body.

Sent in by Isabella Oliviet, Copyright 2010