Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I am looking for help/answers. I don’t know where else to turn and nobody believes me!

Well, everything started when I was 7. I’m now 24. Anyway, when I was 7 years old my family and I lived in this extremely old farm house. I always had the creeps but I figured it was just because it was an old house. Shortly after we moved in the weird things started to happen.

One day I was playing with my Barbie’s in our attic. There was lots of old furniture up there. I remember sitting in front of a large, full length mirror. I heard this really scary laugh and when I turned to look the mirror started to fall. Then I heard a woman shout “NO!” and I felt hands on my shoulders as if someone was throwing me. I flew across the room and right where I was sitting the mirror crashed to the floor. My mom and my aunt Karen came running upstairs to see me sitting against the wall… terrified. My mother automatically assumed that I pushed the mirror over. She didn’t believe what I told her.

It got quiet for a while but it started up again just as suddenly as before. One night I was sick, really sick, so I went to bed early. That night I woke up to get a drink. As I was drinking my water I saw my rocking chair start to rock. The windows were closed. Just as soon as it started it stopped. I heard footsteps come over to my bed. I was laying down at this point. My blankets then came up to my chest and tucked into the mattress as if tucking themselves in. I looked at my largest window because I heard my dogs barking outside. When I looked there was a woman in an old war era nurses uniform on (Two major battles took place less than 20 miles from our farm house). She smiled at me and said, “all is well. I’m here.” The following morning I was fine.

After a few weeks things started up again. I was laying in bed one night when I heard what sounded like kids running up and down the hallway. I opened my bedroom door and looked… all the doors were open. I went and closed them all and went back to bed. I woke up early the next morning, opened my bedroom door and all the doors were opened again. That weekend my mother and her ex decided to unblock their chimney. While they were doing that a mans skeleton fell out of the chimney. We moved that Monday.

Once we moved we lived next door to my aunt and uncle. There were always the odd occurrences while living there. Seeing something out of the corner of my eye and I was always scared to death of the back room. That’s where our shower was and I always made sure my mom was doing laundry when I got my shower. I would NOT go back there alone.

After being there for two years my uncle passed away. A week after his funeral I was sitting at my desk doing my homework. I looked up and saw my clock, 8 pm. When I looked out my window that faced my aunt and uncles house I saw the figure of a man holding what looked like an envelope. The man looked exactly like my uncle. The following afternoon after I got home from school I went to see my aunt. I asked her if uncle Dave had visited her the night before. She said no at first. I asked if she was sure. After my mother left she said yes he’d been there. I asked if he had a letter. She said yes again. I didn’t ask what it said. I already knew. He was telling her that she would be with him soon and she was. She passed away two years later.

My mother and her ex split up at this time and we moved. While living in this house my uncle was murdered (not in our house, in his). Earlier in the day I had play practice at my church. He was shot at around 6 or 7 pm. I was in the middle of rehearsing my lines when I got this HORRIBLE headache. My head hurt so bad I had to sit down for a few minutes. After the headache went away my heart hurt (a sadness hurt). I didn’t know why, I just knew something wasn’t right.

When my mother picked me up we were heading home. We passed my uncles house. Everything seemed fine. The following morning we learned that he was dead. The police said it was suicide but I KNEW it was his wife. I never said anything. I wish I would have. That night things started to happen. I was laying in my bed reading a book when I got this feeling and thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and it was my Uncle Lee. I had tears in my eyes and he just said, “love ya kiddo” and was gone. Things then started to go missing and showing back up; keys, wallets, jewelry, books… stupid stuff like that, like pranks. My uncle loved pulling pranks.

When my mother remarried we moved yet again. We moved in with her new husband and one of his sons. No sooner did we move in that I noticed things. I was a bartender at this time so I kept bartender hours. I would be up late at night either reading in bed, watching TV in bed or sitting on the couch watching TV with my dogs. While I was laying in bed watching a movie with my dog Lucky one night I heard someone walking up and down the hallway. I figured it was either my brother or my stepbrother. I opened my door to yell at them for being so loud but nobody was there. So I just went and laid back down with Lucky. I was scratching his ears just watching my movie when I heard someone stomping up and down the stairs. I got up again, this time Lucky went with me and started to growl… which he never did. We just went back to bed. I was a bit freaked out. This continued for a while.

After two years my grandfather passed on. A month after he was buried even stranger things started to happen. I heard someone in the kitchen late at  night, opening and closing cupboards or pulling out chairs and pushing them in (you could hear the chair against the wood in the dining room). I’d go to check it out but nobody would be there. There would be cupboard doors open and cups/plates (clean) sitting out. I’d put things away and close the cupboards and go back to bed. In the morning things were the same way, plates/cups sitting out and doors open/lights on. This went on for about a year. Nobody else noticed them which made me start to think I was crazy.

All these things happening to only me over the years. Maybe I AM crazy, but the following December my husband and I got pregnant with our twin sons. He was living and working in Washington, D.C. at the time (he was stationed there with the Marines) and we figured it would be safer for me to stay with my mother since I was a high risk pregnancy. Things intensified at this point. The noises were happening every night. My dogs began to bark at the hall closet (we actually got a picture of something odd in the closet, it’s on my mothers digi cam however).

One night Lucky, Chester (my two dogs), and I were laying on the couch (Lucky laid on my legs, Chester laid on the floor next to me) watching TV. Suddenly Lucky stood up and stood over top of me, his fur on end and growling. Chester jumped on the couch stood over my legs, crouched and growling staring down the hall. I sat up and looked and standing in my doorway was a man. A tall, shadowy looking man, it was a mass. I couldn’t see through him but I couldn’t make out facial features. The man then turned and walked into my room. I got up and no fear) went to my room. I turned on my lights expecting to find my step brother pulling another prank on me. Nobody was in my room, not a person. So I went to bed (yup in my bedroom).

A few days later I was in the laundry room folding laundry when the radio turned on and started to flip through the channels. I turned it off and continued what I was doing. The radio turned on again and started to flip through the channels. I went and unplugged the radio, continued folding laundry. While it was unplugged the radio turned on and started to flip through channels. I refused and still won’t go into the laundry room. Things continued like this until I moved.

My hubby and I got our town house and at first things were quiet. Then, of course, I noticed things. I’d catch the shape of a tall man out of the corner of my eye… all the time. I looked, nobody there, so I write it off. My nephew and mom came to visit one day. My nephew and I go into the nursery to get toys to play with. He starts to giggle and says “ok”. I asked who he’s talking to and he says “papap say he love you and babies.” Then turns around and walks down stairs. What’s weird is my boys (who are now 10 months old) ALWAYS stare over my shoulder and smile and giggle. I expect to see my husband but nobody is ever there and I always have this feeling that someone is standing there with me.

I don’t know, maybe I am crazy. I just don’t know what to do! I can’t tell anyone because they’ll probably 302 me! Any suggestions on if I am losing it or is it legit? How can I tell if it’s legit or me going insane?

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