Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I seem to attract spirits and have done since I was a little girl. I have seen many ghosts, the first one (that I can remember) being my great grandfather.

I was in bed, on the top bunk of bunkbeds that well, I didn’t really need seeing as I was and still am an only child… but anyway, I woke up one morning and looked through the bars on the side of my bed… and there I saw him, my great grandfather. He was dressed in a pale blue suit with a white shirt and black shoes. He was just smiling at me, the type of smile that says “I am so proud of you” but I was only a little girl and I had never even seen a picture of him, I screamed and hid under my covers. About 3 minutes later I finally got brave enough to lift the edge of my covers up very slowly to see if he was still there… he wasn’t. So I leapt up, slid down the ladders to the floor and ran out of my room, down the stairs and into the living room to tell my dad. I explained what I saw and he told me it was my great granddad… we now believe he was coming to warn me about his granddaughter, my auntie, as that week she got in touch after many years and well, it didn’t go very well after a few visits. But that’s not all.

One night I was doing my math homework, as per usual. I asked my dad to check my answers so I walked over to him, he was on the opposite side of the room. When he looked up from the computer he noticed something that I will never, ever forget! he said to me “do you see that?” I looked at him and said “what? see what?” and he pointed toward the door that lead to the kitchen. I stood there, paralyzed with fear from what was there before me. There was a towel over the door, its how my dad dried stuff then because we didn’t have a tumble dryer..and this face was forming in the towel, like it was coming through the door and the towel was in the way? Apart from it was way more detailed than it should have been. I stood there, close to tears and unable to move… a few seconds ago I was right next to it! My dad threw my math book to the couch, where I had been sitting, and went to the door. He looked at it and within seconds all I could hear was “WITH THE LOVE OF JESUS” and he punched the door, the face was gone. Now, my dad was a strong man back then, very very strong… but so was the door! he ripped the towel from the door and we looked at the damage… the hole was way bigger than it should have been. My dad burnt the towel.

Years later, I was talking to him about it..this was only a few weeks ago… and he said “My food had gone black, like it had suddenly just… rotted… my tea was black and cold, I had only just poured it! and the bread on the side that I was about to make sandwiches with had gone moldy, it was fine a few minutes before..there was also a horrible smell of rotting eggs in the air… the food in the fridge had to be thrown out! it was all manky! even the milk had curdled..and that was behind a thick fridge door! I never told you any of this because I knew you would have been scared.” Right I would have been scared!! I believe this was a demon. And since then I come across demons at least twice a week! I didn’t find out by myself by the way, because I just stayed in the living room that night..no way was I going past that door until I was sure whatever it was had gone!

I am now 17, and disabled… a few years ago I was healthy, fit… yeah a bit on the ‘porky’ side but I was very very fit! My health started to deteriorate once I moved to Wales. I moved to a road which is very close to the witches well, where occult magick is practiced a lot. This area is also haunted by the welsh witch.

I come across ghosts almost every day, in fact there is one who haunts the farm where I keep my horses..he is not very friendly, he likes to try to scare me. I try to ‘call him out’ by saying ‘come on then! show yourself! I dare you!’ but he just disappears… he hasn’t harmed my horses yet so I am not too worried, I have cleansed their stables with salt so hopefully that will work for now.

But I also come across demons a lot more. I find that, no matter what house I live in I can never enter the ‘little room’. We always have a small room which we use for storage, no matter what house it is (apart from the one with the towel demon). When I go to enter the room, I suddenly go cold, I get a very nervous feeling in my stomach and when I touch the door handle I get what I would call an electric shock off it. I used to own three living dead dolls, two small ones and a large one. I sold the large one, and kept the small ones… they kept showing up everywhere, and we weren’t moving them..one day I was going through a box my dad left for me in my room and I found them… this was just before bed time so I was extremely freaked out… I screamed and ran with them downstairs. My dad smashed them and took them outside. He then came back in to get some gas and matches… he then spotted one of their legs on the floor by the back door… he looked very scared. I said to him “dad, what’s wrong?” and he replied with “there’s no way this could of got out of the package I had the dolls in..I wrapped them up so tightly and then smashed them, and then scooted it into the bag!!” he looked at me and I looked at the leg… we said nothing else and he burned them. Since then my life has been getting better, my disabilities haven’t but I haven’t had such  bad luck.

These are just a few things that have happened, I’ve had many more happen to me everywhere I go, its like I am a ghost/demon magnet! I don’t understand it. Like, I used to have a four poster single bed, and one day my dad found a stag horn which had been shed rather than cut off, so we kept it. He put it on the top of my bed and tied it so that it wouldn’t fall on me..one night I was falling asleep when I heard the rope ‘snip’ and the horn fell next to me, like it had been thrown out of the way of my head. I lay there, wide-eyed and in shock..that horn was very sharp and could easily have pierced through my eye and killed me! I got rid of that bed and bought a new one although I don’t go upstairs anymore, I am not able to, and even if I was able to I’d be too scared!. I still have the stag horn, although I keep it on the window sill of the living room now.

The amount of things that have been thrown at me by spirits is unreal, I now don’t store anything above my head height as it was just getting too dangerous! every now and then one will throw a strop and trash the bathroom or tear all of my books out of the shelf..nothing too bad but its still scary.

Even as I sit here now, typing this, I can hear one knocking on the floor upstairs, so the living room ceiling..BUT I am very lucky you see…Not only am I watched over and protected by angels (they have saved my life many times. my dad recalls throwing a massive almost log type stick into a conker tree in a graveyard, to get some conkers of course. I was standing under the tree and the log type stick came hurtling down toward me..I didn’t see any of this by the way..the next thing I know its thrown to the side..there was nothing above me at all to stop it, and it could have killed me! to this day I wish my dad had filmed it or something) I have my familiar, Merlin. He’s my cat, but he protects me from spirits..its like they are afraid of him as they wont come near me when he’s asleep on my lap/side while I sleep on the couch every night..although I am still waking up with marks no one can explain so I don’t think he stays there all night, and who can blame him? it must get so boring and he must get hungry.

Sorry this was so long..I felt the need to share so I hope you all don’t mind All of this is 100% true I promise you. I don’t think anything like that could be made up to be honest!

Sent in by Arianna Pendragon, Copyright 2010