It was early January when I was on a college trip with my fellow classmates. We were on a hunt to follow George Washington’s life. Our first stop was Williamsburg. It was a small little town with a lot to explore. We all broke off in groups of 4 which were me Kelly Molly and Regina. We decided to look at the old political building and we lost interest very quickly so we decided to wander around in the town. Later that night we were to go on a ghost tour so we decided to get a look of the town to see the difference at night.
We went to a old church ground. We walked in and we saw that there was a little grave yard near it. I am very fascinated in history, so I walked over with Regina and suddenly we felt shivers go up our spines and we ran back to the others. Note that it was 20 degrees so we just assumed that it was just a wind chill. All four of us wandered to the grave yard again and we saw a little head stone that caught our eye. Our teacher then called everyone back so we couldn’t really get a good look at the time.
Later that night, we went on a ghost tour in the little town we were before. Our tour guide told us about different tales including one about a slave that was tortured in a home and it was shut down to all persons by the government due to the happenings there. Me and my friends were a little scared, but we wanted to go back to the grave yard. So we all broke off and instantly we ran to the graveyard again. We couldn’t see the names or writing very well, so we decided to go in. We looked around and we saw the little headstone. It didn’t have a name but from the dates it noted that the being was just 2 years old when it died. We decided to head back when we turned around and saw a little boy. We were scared out of our minds and ran away screaming back to the bus. We suddenly started to laugh relieved that it was just our imaginations and we rode back to the hotel. Our room was all the way in the back of the hotel, so we pushed our beds together and fell asleep pretty quickly.
Around 2 am, we were woken up by a loud eerie wail and we all looked around and saw the TV on, even after we turned it off before we fell asleep, full blast and there was static on the TV. I ran to turn it off and we all just stared at each other hearing a door sort of open and close so we all walked towards the bathroom and say the door slightly swaying and we saw a sort of mist behind it. We lost it. We screamed our heads off and tore out of that room running to the hotel lounge and refused to go back in the room. Everyone thought we were joking but some believed us and wanted to try and see if it happened to them. After they switched the rooms with us, about an hour later it happened to them. We wound up leaving the hotel and continued on with our trip.
We kept having those and many more occurrences happen to us. On the way back from the trip as we were all calming down, about 11 at night on the bus we heard a screeching noise come from the bus! We all woke up and wondered what was happening and he bus driver had pulled over pale with fear. He told us he saw a very young boy in front of the bus and hit him. We all ran out of the bus to look and we saw no one. Me and a few of the guys crawled under the bus to look and we saw nothing there. We all went on the bus but I was terrified. When we got back my friends and I talked about what happened and we think we brought a spirit with us. To this day he is around causing terror in people’s lives, though some times I wonder why he is there and why did he come with us. Let me tell you I never returned to a graveyard after that!
Sent in by Amber N., Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com