Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

For years, I have had a strange feeling that I was different. Not just different, but scary different. When I was little, I lived in a house that was pretty old. Well, I had ‘imaginary friends’ until the day we moved out. I always had trouble making actual friends. Well, making friends wasn’t really the problem. It was keeping them.

One day, we packed up our stuff and moved to Texas. In Texas, we moved to this extremely creepy house. In the first night, I  was awoken by this thumping on the wall. I called for my grandma, but she was fast asleep.

So I sat there for about three hours, just listening. The thumping grew louder after the first few minutes. Then, this scratching was added. It was like things just kept adding on, and never stopped.

Then my grandma woke up and walked into my room. She asked me what I was doing awake. It was like she couldn’t hear the deafening noise. She told me to go to sleep. (It was about midnight.)

This went on every night for a year. At the end of the year, we decided to leave. Well, the night we were going to leave, I was packing some last minute things. I heard a thump behind me. I turned around and the window was slamming down. Up, down. Up, down. I got scared so I called for my grandma. It stopped as soon as she got close to walking in. She stood at the door, when the door slammed in her face, my all the way across the room. It locked her out, leaving, me alone.

I watched as all of my things floated in midair. I was screaming, but not just because I was scared. Because I was worried. I don’t know how, but I could sense that there was more than just us in that house.

It turns out that a year earlier, this paranormal investigator came and confirmed that she felt that my old house was a portal. I definitely believe her, because she described how she felt. It was the same as how I felt in that house.

Well now, there is this house on the corner that gives me this weird vibe. As far as I know, there has been no one that has gone out, nor in that house in years.

Everyone believes that its haunted. I believe it all the way. I once spent the night there. There was a woman in white. She was surrounded by a silver mist. I don’t think I was sleeping. So it is your opinion, am I psychic, or just plain crazy?

I have many people who think I am psychic. What do YOU think?

Sent in by Marie Johnson, Copyright 2010