Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

It was 1986, I was 5 years old and living with my mother at the time. She was heavily into Santeria and liked to call her self a white witch. She would light candles, lay out food and pray to these so-called saints and guides.

Even at my young age I knew that the things she was doing was wrong. It put fear in me. We lived in a two bedroom apartment in the Bronx. When you walk in there’s a short hallway that was leading to the living room. To the right before the living room was a long hallway to the right that lead straight to my bed room. The kitchen was off to my right and my mom’s room was off to the left.

My mom would put me to bed and turn off the lights. I was not scared of the dark until I started to see it. I was in bed, I don’t remember if I fell asleep and woke up but when I looked down the hallway there was a skeleton looking right back at me, with a big smile on his face. It was like he was on the floor and was peeking around the wall from the living room.

I would only see it’s face and it’s bony hands wrapped around the wall. He would come almost every night till the day I moved out.

I have not seen it thank God. I believe the activities my mother was into brought that thing around. The skeleton was not the last thing I’ve seen but that’s another story.

Sent in by sharayah, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com