Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Most people when I tell them this don’t believe me. I just hope you do. I have been haunted all my life by ghosts and from a very young age I could see and talk to ghosts. I was five when my family realized, I am 14 now.

One night when I lived in my old house my sister woke up to find me in the middle of our room. I had my arm out and it looked as if I was holding a hand and I was talking to the space in front of me. My sister got creeped out and locked herself in the bathroom until the morning. She was woke up by me and my mum banging the door trying to find out what was up with her. When she told us my mum didn’t believe it. But I knew she was telling the truth. I remember the night well although I couldn’t remember being in my room. I was standing in a dark place with a young boy about five. He told me he was called John and he wanted help as he was lonely.

Over the next year me and John became friends and would talk all the time, he was the only spirit I could talk to as I was young and the rest looked scary to me. My parents would sometimes find me playing and talking to myself and thought I had an imaginary friend until one day when me and my sister wanted to go out but our mum asked us to tidy our room so we did so we could go out. We piled our toys into our toy chest and left for the park leaving my mum in the house. After a while she heard a bang in my room and went through thinking I was still in but when she went in all she could see were all my toys on the floor and one got flung across the room. Now my parents believed me.

The next few years were pretty quiet. I would see ghosts around and try to dismiss them but I couldn’t as they seemed to know I could see them. Some would follow me around tormenting me and my family until I spoke to them. I hated it, my mum tried to get help when I was about 10 but couldn’t so we moved away.

In my new house I could see a lot of spirits. One in particular was called Harry. He was in my room and had unfinished business so in order to try and help him my mum decided to try the Ouija board but this annoyed Harry and he would keep me up at night by banging my bed and scratching my walls. One night my best friend stayed over and was flung out of the bed, she had a scratch down her back and that’s when I turned to John. John did help me and Harry stopped. He still scratches the walls and bangs my bed sometimes, but it isn’t so bad anymore.

I can’t see ghosts now, I lost it a few weeks ago. I can’t see John anymore but I can feel him around me and I am so happy that I have him with me.

Written by Sarah Jane, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com