Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I was 11 years old. I’ve had fairly intense experiences before this. My “imaginary friend” had been gone for no less than a month, and her parting had left me afraid for what was in store for me. She was my protector. She had a presence about her that let me know when she was about to appear, and in this way I was never terrified when she would appear in front of me. However this new buzzing – for lack of better words, this is what it felt like – was a different one and I had already learned not to like it.

It came from the toy box, like a full grown male with a contorted smile wearing a red and white striped shirt. His hair was matted, and he never spoke a word. He just crawled out slowly, as if giving you time to run, and every single time, I did. Somehow he managed to get in between my mattress at night, and I would wake up to his hand around my wrist. Of course, I would scream and he would disappear. What was worse was that I was the only person who could see him. Nevertheless, We’d lived in a house that was rife with supernatural activity, so I had no problem with rallying an alliance.

Soon he began following me around. In the corner of my eye, he’d be crouching behind the couch, passing by my parents’ bedroom, he’d be sitting on the edge of the bed. There were a couple of times he called me on the phone. I was too young to be handing my number out, none of my friends had it, so… This guy followed me to school, followed me home, and when he was around the dog (who stayed outside of my window half the time) would bark incessantly. When I turned this spirit began to grow violent.

We had a cat named Si, very bold, who loved to be in the company of my siblings and I. One day as I was coming in from the backyard after feeding my dog Si followed me in, but before he could catch up, the door closed on his back leg – twice – and he howled in pain. I turned around just as the red and white man dived behind the freezer in the corner and dissipated. I’d gotten punched in the nose several times that summer, hard enough to where I suffered nosebleeds. One time, while I was in bed, right before I fell asleep, a fist came up and around, and smacked me on my nose. I’m not sure what happened next, but when my sister woke me up, my pillow was soaked in blood. I never told my parents what had happened. They dismissed it as “high blood pressure” or something, and I threw my pillow away. My sisters and I opted to sleep with the lights on and I never went in the closet.

One day he made an appearance while I was with my older sister. He’d stopped following me around, and now stood there staring at the both of us. “Do you see him? Do you see him?” I cried. “Yeah,” she replied. There was a sense of relief, and one of dread because I knew now that if she could, then he’s gonna start hurting people.

He tried to hang our dog a few weeks later. The leash was wrapped around the top of a six foot wooden fence. We’d just got home from school. I went to my room to drop all of my things when I heard choking and coughing. I looked at the window just in time to see the dog’s body drop, and rushed out with my brother to loosen him. We heard loud laughing coming from inside this metal shed, and upon opening it, was greeted by nothing.

These things went unresolved for the next half year we spent there. We never found out who the previous owners were or anything. Every now and again, if the timing is perfect, we go back to the old house and swap a good story or two.

As bizarre as this story sounds it is completely true. I still have nightmares about this point in my life.

Sent in by Nel, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com