Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I have a couple encounters. It all started when I moved into a house in Springfield, Ohio. I’m 21 now and it happened when I was around 15 – 16.

My first is when I was at my dads house for the weekend and it was around midnight. I was sitting down stairs with my dad an his wife, I got bored an decided to go up stairs to my room I stayed in while I was there. There is three rooms up stairs (a room on the rite, the middle room, and the left room.) Unfortunately mine was the one to the far left, well I didn’t turn on the light at the top of the stairs an walked through the darkness to my room an turned on my light.

The other rooms where really dark and spooky, well I was in the middle of my room just walking around trying to think of something to do when all of a sudden I heard a loud weird sound from the middle room. A small black piece of something came flying at me from mid-air and almost smacked me in the forehead but I jumped on ma bed. Then after it missed me it jus stopped in air and hit the floor. I was scared to death and picked it up and ran down stairs. I told my dad about it an he said it probably popped off something. I told him what happened but he didn’t believe me.

Also at my dads at night me and my friend Andrew(who I grew up with) we were upstairs talking an bout to fall asleep. When all of a sudden we heard footsteps. They started from downstairs living room walk to the stairs up the stairs an into each room an walk around as if looking for something. Then it walked out of my room an straight back down stairs to where it started and stopped. (It happened every time I was at my dads for the weekend).

OK back to my house (my moms). It wasn’t long after we moved in nine years ago. I was in my bed trying to go to sleep but I had the feelings of being watched an not alone. Seeing thing move out the corner my eyes, black figures in the corners jus watching me.(my room is the size of a jail cell), I heard weird noises an my bed shaking. Then here’s the worst of worst I had a futon I slept on and I don’t know what time it was. I heard the sound of ripping flesh real loud on the floor near my bed, followed by a real loud screeching rat squeal in the same spot. I was terrified to move but I got the courage to turn my light on and run into my living and cry.

My dad R.I.P (not my real dad, but a father figurer for eight years) died July 2008. I watched him die right in front of me and it hurt because I tried to save him. He died of a heart attack (too many blockages). Well the next night me and my cousin were remembering the good times with Doug (my dad). We were in the living room talking and we hear “I’m still here” twice, my cousin only heard here. I started to cry because I knew it was him.

Well we decided to go to bed a few hours later. She was in my room and I slept in my moms room. Oh, so you don’t get confused he passed away in the doorway of the laundry room and kitchen. Well my room is on the other side of the laundry room. In the morning she told me that she heard a medium sound thud an thought nothing of it an tried to go back to sleep, well it did it again but really loud an shook the pictures on the wall in the laundry room. I told her that it was probably Doug letting us know he’s still here. I know he’s watching over my mom.

Sent in by Jessica, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com