Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

When I still lived with my dad, the house we lived in was haunted. An uncle of mine used to live there until he died in one of the bedrooms. He died a while before I was born though so I don’t know what he looks like. But stuff didn’t happen like all the time or every other day, but when stuff happened it always scared me.

A sister of mine used to always have sleepovers for her birthday, and my dad always would tell my sisters friends the story of our uncle and the many mysterious things that have happened. Well, one night my sisters friends were all too scared to sleep on the edge of the bed, so they put me on the edge, and I’m younger than them, and plus I was too scared to sleep in my bed across the room. So they put me on the edge, and a while later I’m just laying there… staring ahead. I wasn’t asleep or anything. I was wide awake and then outta nowhere I see a man in front of me across the room. He was wearing a red shirt, with some blue overalls, and he was wearing sorta like a farm hat and he was holding a pail and as he was walking toward me. He got bigger (like taller), well I got scared so I shut my eyes and opened them back up and he was gone.

My dad says on several occasions, that he has heard breathing at his door way while he tries to sleep. He said its like somebody standing at the doorway watching him and he can hear the breathing. But when he opens his eyes to see if anything is there, there was nothing.

I was laying in bed one night and I was trying to sleep and I just had a really strong feeling that I was being watched. I kept looking across the room to look at my chair and I kept looking around the room and stuff. But it just felt like there was someone there watching me and I was getting scared. That next night, I felt absolutely fine. I didn’t feel like I was being watched or anything.

One night me and my dad were asleep and I was sleeping in his room on the floor (I was younger). We were both trying to sleep when all of a sudden it sounded like a bunch of pans falling in the kitchen. Me and my dad both jerked up and looked at each other. “Get up and see if Bob heard it.” (That’s what he called my brother, but that’s not his real name) but I was scared and I told him to go do it but he made me instead. I walked in there to my brothers room, and he was sound asleep. I woke him up anyway and asked him, and he said no. So I walked back to my dads room and told him that he didn’t hear anything. “Well, go check in the kitchen and see what it is.” My mouth dropped open. I couldn’t believe he was making me go do that! I mean come on! Be a man! But I crept in there and my hand crawled around the corner to find the light switch and then I flipped it on. I looked around and there was nothing there. Nothing. I walked back in there and told him there was nothing there and I laid back down and attempted to go back to sleep.

One night, I was asleep in my dads room but at the time he had moved to the biggest room in the house and I was also older but anyways, I was asleep, and it felt like someone was walking toward me, so my eyes flashed open to see my brother. He looked kinda scared and he came up beside me and he was like, “did you just go to the bathroom?” and I told him no. Then he asked if dad had just went to the bathroom, and I said no because I would have heard if he would have cause my dads a bit on the heavy side. Anyways, he said okay and started to walk off, and I was like why? and he said nothing. I asked him to please tell me, and he said that he heard somebody walking up and down the hall and was wondering if it was me or dad. Well, of course that scared me and it took a while for me to get back to sleep.

When my dad was building two rooms onto the back on the house (that was way back) he was knocking out a wall when all of a sudden a butcher knife fell outta no where! It was a rusted butcher knife and it was old. He couldn’t figure out where it could have came from but the knife came really close to cutting him.

Okay, here’s the last story but there really are a bunch more, but this is the last I’m gonna tell.

My dad went to the house one day by himself. He left me and my brother at my grandmas house and told us we could come up there later if we wanted to. Well, while my dad was up there, he was on the computer playing solitaire when he thought he heard somebody moving boxes and stuff in my brothers room. He thought it was us and he kept calling out our name but we didn’t answer. So he got up to go look and there was nobody there. When me and my brother did get to the house, he asked us if we had been up there and left. We said no and wondered why and that’s what he told us.

You can choose to believe the stories or not. I don’t care. But I know there true and that’s all that matters. I want to know why those things happened and what can be the meaning behind all the stuff that has happened.

Written by Carly, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com