As long as I can remember I have had paranormal experiences. Me and my sister were always “followed”. My family moved into a house on Highway 603 in Napavine, Washington. It wasn’t old it was built in the late 70′s and my parents were renting from a Guy that received the house in his fathers estate. My sister had picked out her bedroom and so it left me with the one next to hers and my parents of course got the master down the hall.
I slept in the room soundly for at least two weeks, but then I started waking up frequently and hearing noises, feeling as if someone was watching me, and cold touches to my legs and arms. I would turn on my light and read and always feel uneasy and uncomfortable. As silly as it sounds I would often ask my mom to come lay with me in my room… at 15 that seems a bit ridiculous but I didn’t know how to get any sleep otherwise. My mom and my sister had had a couple weird experiences already, my mom heard voices of a little girl and my sister saw a man on the den couch. Then I started to have dreams about a tall black figure chasing me down the halls of the house.
One night I had finally fallen asleep, I was sleeping deep and comfortably but I felt a jolt of terror and I opened my eyes. I tall man stood over me… I couldn’t breathe, my heart was pumping in my chest. As hard as I tried to look up and see his face he seemed to keep growing upward. I felt as if he had violated me, raped me… I whispered ” god please save me!” Then he was gone. I walked slowly down the hall paralyzed to my parents room and cried hysterically. This was the first of many terrifying ordeals. We heard voices, the heaters would be turned on and off in the night, lights and lamps would be turned on and off. We would often hear people walking in the kitchen , once we even heard someone yell at our dog to be quiet two feet away!
My step father didn’t believe in ghosts or the paranormal, he told us that we were crazy and that we were too tired to know what we were seeing.
One night my sister was at her friends house with her son who was only about a year old at the time and my step father was alone cooking dinner for the family. He heard a baby crying and he assumed my sister was home with her son and came out of the kitchen to help her with him. But it wasn’t my nephew… He was a stone when he saw what he had heard.
There was a man and a young boy standing in the hallway. They stood and stared at him blankly and then turned and walked through my bedroom door. My step dad had the gull to go into my bedroom and search for what he had seen and they were no where. They didn’t have time to get through a window and that was the only door in or out.
We moved a week later. My step father is now a believer. We are not as crazy as we were once labeled . I still have dreams about the house we lived in and I will never go back.
Sent in by Kate, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com