Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I am a firm believer in the after life and the paranormal and I believe that everyone has the ability to connect to the after life, it all depends on if they choose to do so or not. I have never been superstitious of any sort until I encountered a few parafamilia myself. It started when I moved half way around the country, to a small town with my parents. I was seven years of age.

My parents bought a big house, but it was rather old (not sure how old) although it had been renovated with extra walls put in. The new section however always gave me the creeps. It was a passage that contained three bedrooms and a linen closet. The first bedroom was mine, I didn’t pick up any vibes, ever. The other two on the other hand scared the hell out of me. I don’t know why, but I could never walk alone or enter the other rooms alone (the last room was my mums).

I used to play quite often in my room by myself, and would hear my name being called out. Thinking it was my folks, I’d rush to the lounge to see what they wanted only to find out they hadn’t called me. Strange? This happened quite a few times. But eventually just faded out.

Not long after that, my mum fell ill with cancer. It was quite serious but she was doing well. She eventually passed away two years later. The thing with my mum was, she loved owls. She had all the owl ornaments hanging in the house. From key hangers to pictures and ornaments. Shortly after she died, all the owls fell off the wall. Me and my dad would put them up again, but they would not stay. Even more so, the house became worse, it felt darker.

I think as I was growing up I got used to it, but when my dad fell ill five years later, the house was unbearable. I was afraid to be in there alone at all, especially at night. After my dad passed I sold it. New people have moved in, re-done the whole place, but I wonder if that dark feeling I always had is still there and if they can sense it too.

Another time I was at a mate of mine, visiting him at work. He worked at an internet cafe upstairs from the movie theatre. The whole centre was a new development. I had previously heard people tell me to never go into the bathroom at the cafe, to rather use the one downstairs. But on this day I was desperate and needed to go. Forgetting what had been said I went in. OK, its like this – its a narrow long white passage and at the end there are the two doors (male/female). I go into the ladies, do my thing, flush. I walked out the cubi to wash my hands, and all the doors slammed shut. Its loud and I can see this in the mirror. I completely freaked out, fright and confusion. Next thing the dryer went crazy and the taps started spraying everywhere. In panic I ran out, but as I was running I heard hard deep steps chasing me and the distance I had to run felt so long and never ending! My first reaction was to scream, which naturally I did. Who wouldn’t?

My friends heard me and opened the door to the passage way and as they did so it was as though I had speeded up because I was right there by them. I was in such panic, I was shaking and mumbling, my mates couldn’t quite understand what I was trying say. If I recall I even cried! My heart was racing as though death had looked me in the face. It took me at least an hour to calm down. Odd thing though is that when three of my mates went to check out the bathroom, everything was normal. No mess, nothing. Its hard to explain and might not seem real, but honest to god it was! I will never ever forget that feeling of fear that I had that day!

Sent in by sheralynne rosslee, Copyright 2009