Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My name is Christena Trudeau-Evelyn, I’m 27 years old. Growing up there was a lot of things that happened to my siblings and I; strange, and sometimes very scary things. As I have a few stories to tell, I’m gonna start off with the one that scared me the most. It happened at my grandmas house.

A little history about my grandmas house, my Uncle used to be into black magic and we had this camper in our back yard, where he would practice his art, so a lot of weird thing’s happened back in that camper and to make things worse he had painted the camper black and put red hand prints all over the inside and out, which made it even more spooky. We weren’t allowed to go in there during the day unless my uncle was with us and none of us was brave enough to go in there at night. What happened next still gives me chills to this day.

It all started off just like any other summer night, us all setting on my porch trying to figure out what to do before my grandma made us go to bed. Everyone always hung out at our house during the summer, it was the kick it spot. We decided to play hide and seek kinda like a tag game of hide and seek, it was the game we always ended up playing.

Everything was going fine until the last game of the night. My sister and I were hiding. I can’t really remember where or who was found first, but the night was put on hold when no one could find my cousin Lisa. We never hid in the back yard cause everyone was afraid of going back there, so it was off limits. Everyone was found but my cousin and we started to search for her. We all started calling for her and looking at the spots where we thought she would of hid in (she was kinda of  prissy) so we knew she wouldn’t hide in any of the hard spots.

My uncle heard sounds coming from the back yard, like someone moving around, not really noticing the sound was actually coming from the black trailer. My uncle headed out to look in the back yard, when he heard the sound again, he knew it was coming from the trailer this time. Jokingly we all started to harass her on her choice of hiding spot saying she had balls and to be careful you don’t know who or what was in there with you.

My cousin has asthma and when she runs she sometimes has an attack which makes her wheeze. As we all got closer we started to hear someone breathing. We thought it was her cause as we got even closer the breathing turned into wheezing so we were certain it was her. The younger of us stayed behind but was still close enough to hear and almost see what was going on.

My uncle was just about to enter the camper when the wheezing started to get faster. Being concerned he told her to come out so he could make sure she’s alright. We were already scared being so close to the camper at night, everyone was kinda spooked anyway. My uncle stepped in, it was really dark and there was no electricity so there was no light whatsoever. He saw a dark figure laying on the bed, well not really a bed, just the bed frame. He started to kinda yell at her asking why she wasn’t answering him and why she was laying on the bed frame, which had to be uncomfortable.

As he got closer the breathing stopped, which sort of startled him. He took a step back, just as my cousin Lisa walked up behind us, asking what was wrong, we all jumped when we heard her voice knowing what was in there wasn’t her. As my uncle turned his head to see if we were messing with him he saw the figure move and then open it’s eyes which were glowing red. Freezing he motioned to of one our friends to get closer. He told him to get one of his guns out of the house. My cousin still didn’t know what was going on so we filled her in. She turned ghost white then ran into the house.

Keeping an eye on the figure on the bed he told us to get away and go into the house. We didn’t listen, wanting to know what was happening we stayed. My uncle not wanting to startle what ever it was didn’t say anything else to us. Our friend Albert ran up with the gun just as the breathing and wheezing started again. He told the figure he had a gun and to show himself, it just stayed there not moving. The bed frame started to shake and just then my uncle put two shots into the figure. Everyone froze. My uncle reached down to touch whatever it was but just hit the bed frame. He noticed something wet on his hand and quickly wiped it off on his black shirt.

My grandma heard the gun shots and made us all come inside. None of us told her what had happened nor did any of us get any sleep that night. She wasn’t letting anyone leave the house, not even my uncle.

We finally started to fall asleep early that morning and slept till about 11:30 which was late for us. We all got up and first thing went to check out the camper. If someone was in there last night at least there would have been some blood. As we stepped in the camper all we saw was the naked bed frame and two bullet holes in the floor, no blood, no body. I started to freak out wondering, what the hell was in there last night and my uncle just told me to leave.

We never found out what that was or if it ever came back. I just know that my uncle only went in there during the day, then a few weeks later he tore it down and told us that he thinks it was a ghost. Sometime after that different things started to happen around the house and yard, but nothing like what happened that night and thank god for that. I was so scared that even after the black camper was gone I was still scared to go into the backyard.

This is just one of the strange things that happened to me and my brother and older sister when we lived with my grandmother hope you like it.

Written by Christena Trudeau-Evelyn, Copyright 2008