Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I have always been a strange person. Obviously, there has always been a bit of a storyteller in me, for I always have something new to say and always have the best way to present it. I have always believed in spirits. I have always felt them, and at a young age, seen them. (Not just that but still to this day, I’ve heard them.) I’m not as sensitive as some people, but I’m sensitive none the less.

As a little girl, had plenty of imaginary friends. I had one “imaginary friend” who’s name was Sally. Sally was a boy. Sally the Ghost Sword was what I called him (full name being Salvador) and my parents told me that I had often talked to him, sitting in my room. It turns out, that I’d had a conquistador ancestor, now I’m not quite sure if that was him or not, but I know that once we’d moved away I never saw Sally again. But I had taken up other ghost pals instead.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. I’d had two other ghost experiences before that. One I experienced at my kindergarten, which was at a large old mansion. Apparently they were afraid of children getting hurt in the bathroom so they took off the door. Unless the children are going to drown in the toilet, I’m not sure they’d get hurt, seeing as the room was one and a half feet by two feet and didn’t even have a sink.

I was a very annoying and defiant little girl, I was. So when I saw some little boy about my age sitting on the toilet and he yelled at me to go away, I obviously said no. He said, “Go away or I’ll call my friend on you!” I scoffed, “Yeah what friend?” That’s when I heard the sound of someone sticking their tongue out and blowing raspberries at me from behind.

Quite shocked that I hadn’t heard anybody walk up, I spun around, and there, floating in the air, was a floating pink tongue. But that’s all, just the tongue! After a moment of shock, I quickly began chasing whatever it was, only to find that once I got out to the main lobby (which was only about six feet away) that the entity had disappeared. The reason I probably lost the ghost: Its hard to find it once the tongue goes back in its mouth. I wasn’t very scared at all, but seeing as I was a small child and children are rarely afraid of ghosts I am not surprised. But then there are moments when it seems my imagination is larger than life.

I had another imaginary friend in the same house as Sally. This one though was a unicorn. Of course it wasn’t a unicorn that came up to me but something just as strange. I was sitting in a large brown leather armchair. It was very soft. I remember that very well. My mom was in the bathroom nearby, maybe five or ten feet away. I was looking at the wall when a white horse apparition materialized and galloped straight towards me. I could hear the hooves pounding in the ground and just as it reached me it dissipated into smoke, curling around me and was gone. This is one of the clearest ones I remember. I had called out to my mom after that happened actually, “Mommy! Mommy! Did you see that? Did you hear that?” She just continued curling her hair, “What are you talking about?” Was all she said.

I have had many ghostly experiences at my old house. And I’ve had one here. A ghost girl I “made up” named Julie Smith. She was my best friend and I would talk to her and tell her things. She was all frills and petticoats and see-through, a regular figment of my imagination. I’d even made up a story about her and how her life was like. A century or more ago, she was supposed to have lived with her family in a house that was where mine stands now. Her family made soap. There was one thing that I could never figure out though, Julie never told me: how did she die? I came up with that she fell on a bar of the soap that she’d made.

I met a woman a couple months ago who unwittingly, and unwantingly, sees ghosts. I told her about Julie my imaginary friend and she told me something shocking. Not only was Julie real, but everything I’d said about her was true. But instead, she’d died of scarlet fever. I’d never realized what I’d thought was just another creation, was a very real spirit. I guess that I really did lose touch with the spirit side of life.

I plan on trying to get hold of the ghost seer again to try and reconnect with Julie, my favorite twelve year old friend. After all, she was my best friend… forever.

Sent in by Emma Turner, Copyright 2010