Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My experience with the paranormal dates back as far as I can remember. When I was younger, I would simply tell people that they’re house was haunted and sure enough they would begin to tell their stories. I could feel whatever it was, good or bad I knew it was there if it was. I was never afraid of these vibes, except in one situation.

During the summers I would baby-sit my uncle (yes he is younger than me) at my grandmother’s house. I always got the feeling that something was there, but I never could figure out how that could be because this wasn’t an “old” house, in fact my grandmother has recently gotten it built. I never thought that it could have been the land until I got older.

Anyways, one day I went over to my grandmother’s house as usual. It was always only me and him there. I would fix him breakfast, and just look out for him (me in the den and him in his room down the hall). On this particular day, I fixed his breakfast and for some reason I decided to hide from him as a prank, never mind the fact that I had been hearing him talking to someone (which I thought was him just arguing with the TV while playing the game). After he realized that I wasn’t in the den as usual (I was hiding in the laundry room), he burst into tears so I came out of hiding and asked what was wrong. He said, “You left me by myself with that black thing.” I calmed him down, and chalked the comment up to imagination even despite of the vibes, and the talking.

He returned to his room, and I went back into the den where I fell asleep. Things got worst from there. I remember waking up, and my uncle was sitting right next to me at the computer desk. I talked to him but he never budged as if he could hear me. That’s when I tried moving, but I couldn’t. The only thing I had control over was moving my eyes, which I aimed towards the door (looking into the hall). There was something running up and down the hall with extreme speed, so quick that I could only make out that it was a white figure. When it slowed down and got close to the door, I got scared so I allowed myself to drift back into sleep.

When I woke up the second time, I was still paralyzed and the thing was still running up and down the door. I yelled for my uncle, who still didn’t move. Once again, I fell asleep when the thing got to the door. The next time I woke up, everything was normal. I asked my uncle how long I had been sleeping and he said I wasn’t. According to him, I had been laying there staring into space for at least 2 hours. No talking, no yelling, only blinking every now and then (maybe what I thought of as sleep). He didn’t see the thing in the hallway, but I know it was there. To this day, I don’t like being alone in my grandmother’s house. Too weird.

Sorry for the length. Any similar experiences?

Sent in by Kay, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com