Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This is my two stories, but it doesn’t matter if you believe in it or not, it won’t effect my memory. I know what I saw, and my opinion won’t change at all.

Here is my first story, I had to include it to tell the second.

My relatives fought in the Revolutionary War, against Britain. My great great great great uncle’s name was John Tucker. He was… a little bit crazy from the war. He survived the war, and soon came home. His mental status was noticed instantly. He would talk to random people (Ghosts maybe?). According to family stories, one of his nephews took him out back with him. He grabbed out of his jacket a pistol his parents never knew about.  He shot John Tucker in the forehead and he collapsed to the ground. His nephew had this all planned out, and reached in John’s head and got some blood on his hand. He then splattered it on a rock that stuck out of their backyard. Then he when everyone in the house ran out to ask what happened, he told them John had tripped over a root, and the first crash (The gun) was  his skull caving in. He said the second crash (John’s musket slamming into the ground) was the nephew falling and hitting two buckets on the ground while in such a hurry to tell them. The family had found a bullet in John’s head, something the nephew hadn’t planned. At the time, the family didn’t know whether to say the nephew killed him, or to believe the nephew. They later found the nephews gun, and the nephew never got a gravestone (That is why I can’t identify him).

Old John Tucker has been seen many times by our family. My brother has seen John Tucker. My grandparents have seen John Tucker, and same with lots of people in our family, including me. John Tucker looks like a man in his twenties, with blood all over his face. He just stands there, holding his musket, and his eyes are drained of color.

I hope you believed that story, it is real. I know it has probably been altered, that’s how old stories work. The nephews name has been forgotten over time. Now here is one of my own experiences, featuring a demon, me, and a ghost that tends to guard the family, John Tucker:

I did not know of John Tucker at the time of this story.

I was 14, at the age where I liked to have fun. I had just call my friend over and he said he’d bring over his Ouija board. When he arrived, he said he really wanted to show me the board. I agreed to play, so we started. We were talking to this one lady, and then something forced her to stop speaking, and take her place. I asked what my name was, and it said, “God’s pain.” I asked if we could stop playing, but my friend said, “Come on let’s piss this thing off, it could be fun! Don’t be a wimp.” It started saying some really mean things, but then it stopped talking. We knew it was a new spirit or demon talking. I asked it who it was, and it said John Tucker. My mom turned pale and ran into her room where the phone was, so she could call my grandparents. We thought John was mental, mostly because he was crazy, and he had a bullet in his head. He could never stay on topic, and couldn’t answer questions right. So we just closed the board and forgot to pray.

Now here is where the fun begins.

I had a nightmare that night. I was having fun at an amusement park, and riding a rollercoaster. Then the coaster broke down, and we sat there. Suddenly this huge winged, black shadow figure flew out from the top of the forest. It flew over to us, and I was in front row. It landed on the front area right in front of my front seat car. Its foot claws slashed and destroyed the seat belt, and it pulled out the bar that goes over you. I could now see its features, pointy, jagged, ugly teeth. Glowing red eyes, wings, and giant claws on both hands and feet. It picked me up  with its foot claws. One foot was on my face so I couldn’t see, and in the middle of the forest hundreds of feet high, it dropped me. When hitting the branches, I could feel a good number of my bones break, and I fell and died.

When I woke up, I went to take a shower. In the middle of it, a shadow figure appeared, and started climbing the shower door. Then I quickly opened the door so far I slammed it into the wall, and it dropped. It was mad and started punching the door to get through. My door closes by a magnet, and is like any door around the house. You can open it both ways because it opens and closes by magnet. I was now struggling to hold the door shut, and my mom shouted, “If you keep thrashing around, I’ll thrash you around.” Then the demon disappeared.

That is my story for now. This happened a year ago, and I’ll keep you updated because things are still happening.

Sent in by Chuck, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com