Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My grandparent’s house was a place I spent most of my younger childhood. I was familiar with everything about that house and I always wondered why there was a cross above every entryway and door. I didn’t learn the reasoning behind them until years later after my grandmother passed away and my grandfather remarried.

My mom and I were having a normal night at our house, down the street from my grandparent’s. She was talking on the phone while I watched television. I vaguely heard her say haunted house and since I was fascinated by the paranormal I went and bothered her until she told me what she was talking about. That was when I learned that my grandparent’s house was haunted.

When my mom was younger they had many paranormal experiences in that house but it was all centered around one ghost, a tall black shadow with the outline of a top hat on its head. My uncle had seen the ghost on many occasions when he went to get midnight snacks. My mom heard the music boxes in the attic play when she was getting ready in the morning, saw the rocking chair in my grandparent’s bedroom rock by itself, and heard stomping on the roof when a friend was over. My grandmother heard her name being called from upstairs when nobody was home and she too saw the ghost sometimes. My grandfather was the only one to never see it. My grandmother had the house blessed hence the crosses. Joann, my grandfather’s new wife, was the one to take them down and it all started again. Joann herself had plenty of experiences but no one ever felt threatened. I knew there was nothing to be afraid of but I couldn’t help but feel nervous everytime I was there alone after school.

Joann and my grandpa were on a cruise to Hawaii when it happened. I was doing my usual afternoon routine. I was in the kitchen with the television turned to Dr.Phil and I was making a toasted turkey sandwich. I was leaning against the counter when the ceiling shook above me. I looked up my whole body going numb. I waited a few minutes but nothing happened so I shook it off.

Ten minutes later I was at the table doing my homework when I heard another thump except this time it was downstairs. The grandfather clock in the parlor room down the hall began chiming even though it was 3:08 and the clock hadn’t worked in years. I grabbed my cellphone and ran out of the house screaming at the top of my lungs. I ran to the neighbor’s but they weren’t home so I sat on their stoop and called my mom crying. She came home thirty minutes later and went inside with me to get my stuff. She told me the ghost wouldn’t hurt me but I was still scared.

I eventually pushed the experience out of my mind. One weekend while my mom was away I had to spend the night there. Nothing bothered me and I felt comfortable, until my grandparent’s went to bed. I was in the upstairs living room watching Ghost Whisperer, perfect I know. After it ended I got up to go to the bathroom but I stopped when I heard something downstairs. After I stopped moving the sound downstairs stopped. I walked forward slowly and quietly but I heard it again. I tried to brush it off but I ended up having to fall asleep with my ipod on full blast so I wouldn’t be able to hear anything.

I don’t go to that house after school anymore but it turns out my mom and I are moving in there since my grandparent’s are moving out. I’m nervous but my mom promises to get the house blessed. I just hope it works because I would like to get a decent night’s sleep.

Written by Maddie, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com