Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My parents unit had went to Tasmania for Christmas. I was alone and it was great. We lived in a high rise above Brisbane river right near the story bridge. Now I’m not scared of the dark, I fear nothing but I do believe in demons.

About two years prior I had a bad trip on mushrooms and everything started to melt away and all I could see was pure evil like I was living in the depths of hell fighting to keep myself alive for eight hours till it wore off or fighting to not kill the next person who walks into the room. It was messed up but back to my story.

I have no religion, I don’t even think about this sort of thing, ever. I was talking to my boyfriend who was in Melbourne, everything was normal. I hadn’t been drinking or no drugs, I was fine. I turned off all the lights went to bed was lying in bed. I had the curtains drawn like half a meter apart so I could see out the window. I always look at the bridge all lit up and I did it every night.

I had only just gotten into bed and I’m staring then this silky black shimmied past like it was sailing in the wind. It blocked the bridge lights as it went by. I know it was real, it was so quick really fast, it was so fast thought I was mad I sat up and kept staring waiting like an idiot for it to come back as I was about to lye back down like just as I started to think it was nothing, bang it was there its hands but I don’t know if it was hands it appeared like someone peering in but it definitely wasn’t someone 30 stories up peering into my window. A dark shrewd evil face with deep red like really dark cloaked in dark like it had taken a bit of sky but without the stars. It quite literally made me go into shock. I shut my eyes and opened them a few seconds later. I was shaking. I pinched myself like ya do, I pinched so hard I felt my skin ripping and I was hoping I wouldn’t feel a thing and I was dreaming when I open my eyes.

I couldn’t look out the window. I knew that I’d seen something I shouldn’t. I just knew I was looking at all the shadows in my room then peering into the darkness of them. It felt so wrong then, something in my head told me to shut my eyes urgently it was like a strong feeling inside to shut my eyes… so I did and then the cold happened. This freezing cold snap hit my and room the air changed. I was trying to stay calm but I was shaking even more. Then the breath. I wasn’t under covers it was middle of summer 40 degree in Australia and there was icy cold breath exhaling from god knows what on my feet then my legs all the way up to my chest.

I was really shaking I started to pinch myself again fully ripped myself open and I felt it hard core then I just snapped. I tried I didn’t open my eyes but I screamed and it came out loud but was like short like someone had stolen the volume from me. I was doing the action but there was no sound. I then tried to shake my legs and arms like convulsion style because I could feel it on me. I didn’t open my eyes something inside told me that if I open my eyes it would collect my soul in a sense like not in words though it was like a dark feeling.

Back to me trying to move that was cut short and was slammed into my bed my hand hit the side frame and I was pinned like I was being pushed in to the mattress. This mattress is sturdy and I’m being pushed so hard it was sinking in. I started crying, no sound was still coming out. I could feel my tears were warm on my face it was like it was sniffing for weakness some way to get in me. I sound crazy but put me on lie detector and every word of this is truth.

Now I said I was not religious and I’m not but I know the lords prayer I don’t know if it was that that did it or what no idea really but I said it over and over in my mind. I swear I was like this for half an hour. I tell you how I know this in a second, but yeah the coldness started to disappear and then the last second on the cold and bang it was like a release of my vocals and my arms and legs and body. I stood up still with my eyes shut and ran for what I hoped was the door. I tripped on my clothes id taken off before I’d gotten into bed and fell into the door grabbed the handle and busted out. I ran into the lounge room crying shaking squealing like wheezy squeals so freaked out. I checked the time it was half 11:00 at night. I went to bed at 11:00 I know because of the show that was on TV. I turned on every light in the house. I didn’t go back into my room that night or any night till everyone was home. I slept in the lounge and wore my mums clothes till they got home. I was 22 when this happened I’m now 23 and its going to stay in my mind forever. I called my boyfriend that night also and he still to this day has never heard me ever that scared and shaken in the whole four years I’ve been with him nothing like it.

Written by Leala, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com