Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Hey, I thought it was about time that I told someone (something!) about my Encounters I’ve had, I’ve had a few and I’ll try to keep them short, luckily for you, the first is easy.

First;

This is the most frightful yet confusing one I’ve had. I’m twelve, and I’m in my bed, late one night, past midnight. Can’t sleep, too hot in my room, so I head to the window. As I’m about to open my window, I have a strange feeling someone’s outside, underneath the window hovering, waiting for me to open it so he can drag me out. I stop, I’m being silly, so I open it (very quickly) so its fully open. I head back to bed, hop in, and keep the covers off.

Ten minutes later, I feel a bit chilly, so I think about pulling my cover over me, but, I cant move. I think maybe because I’m not trying (I know, wild guess), I so try again, but I cant, I’m forced down. I’m trying now, trying push myself up, move my hands, legs, anything! So I try shouting for help, I got a big mouth, anyone would be able to hear me. But I can’t shout either, my mouth moves, widens, but no words, only a breath (like a sigh). Then I see something at the end of my bed, crawling towards me, I cant describe it, but it was almost like a doll, but blurred and in one colour. I could see it grin, as soon as it did, it changed, red, rough and looked ugly, it was coming so close, and I couldn’t move! I tried screaming, but I couldn’t. So I pushed, trying to push myself up, I keep trying because its all I can do, I know if I could move (I’m a big lad ), I could grab it and stop it, like a Hero.

Suddenly, I’m up, I’ve pushed myself up, I’m sweating, my muscles hurt, but there’s no creature/spirit thing. I realized, it was a dream, all a silly dream. But, the windows open, wide open, like I did, in that dream! Years later, I came to the conclusion that it was a Dream… but I’ve read stories on here of stuff similar, and now, even though it was a while ago, I shiver.

Second;

I’m 19, I’m in my flat that I have with my flat mate (and my best mate for a long time) Jake. I’m sleeping in my room, me and Jake just finished watching Saw 3, awesome! Although I am a bit edgy about Dolls killing me while playing a game. Suddenly, I just rise up, not by a magical force, but just suddenly, like when someone stands on your hand and you jerk up, well like that. Its very cold, it feels like I can see my breath, I look towards the window, and with a scary scream, I see a figure standing there. He’s tall, old, grey hair, looks peaceful, in an old waistcoat and tattered trousers, and very nice shoes. As I’ve encountered Ghosts before, I say with a trembling voice, “He-Hello?” “Can I help you?” I say, then grinning pleasantly like I always do. It doesn’t answer, just stands there. “Are you real?” I say, with a small giggle. Then to my fear, it nods back slowly.

One thing you guys need to know, I think of myself as a Comedian, I think I’m hilarious, so that gives me confidence that I could wake up from this ‘Nightmare’ thing. I stand up slowly, I’ve got white hair and a white short beard (I’m a Positive person), and I try flexing, for a joke. But then he takes a step forward, just one, and stands, with a chilling stare, makes me feel like Death is here. I then start to hear people, like crowds of people, normally talking, it doesn’t get louder, it stays a quiet but visible sound, but then more voices are heard, and its giving me a headache. I look up to the figure, who’s now moved by my TV and still stands in that frightening way. I pluck up the confidence to say “Could you stop doing this to my head?” I don’t fear this Spirit, because he doesn’t look scary, or does anything, and I’ve had experiences with Ghosts. I’ve also used a Ouija Board over my mates, so I feel like I should try doing something to piss him off. Next minute, I’m tapped on the shoulder, it was so sneaky I screamed, I turned and saw Jake, tired, rubbing his head, asking “What the hell are you doing?” I point to the figure, and he just goes “TV?” This makes me scared, its a Spirit, it looks like Death, only I can see it, I think I’m about to die. I turn back to see he’s gone, but the voices are still there.

Then Jake whispers “Please tell me that’s your Dad.” I turn, and see the figure in the corner of my kitchen, staring out the window. He’s more scared then me, he’s shivering, shaking, breathing heavily, I feel like calling him chicken, but I’m a bit scared as well. Me and Jake, both cant sleep, and watching this figure in our kitchen, decide to put on Mouse Hunt. (Yes, Why do I put on a comedy whilst a Ghost is in our room? Well part of me thinks this is a Dream, and the other is thinking, lets hope he enjoys it). The TV doesn’t start, Jake turns to the kitchen and shouts “Thanks!” I giggle in return, to see two 19 year old tired men taking the piss out of a Ghost/Death, was funny. Then I feel pain on my back, I scream out to this pain, Jake jumps and quickly switches on the light. >I got scratches on my back, lots of them, and some tiny ones still going. Jake looks to the kitchen, but the figure aint there. “Where’s it gone?” I ask Jake, shakily, my back hurts like hell (irony), but its stopped. “Dunno” he replies. “but I think we should leave, I aint staying with some Angel who hurts us.” I don’t think its an Angel, but part of me agrees on the moving part, so we put our robes on, and head to a mate for a night.

Third;

Still 19, its been a month (maybe two) since the figure, and me and Jake get our nerves back. Its late, pass midnight, me and Jake are playing on the Xbox (how Modern). When we get a cold chill again, Jake just thinks the window, but their not open, and the heatings on. I go to get up, when Jake quickly grabs my wrist, I look at him, he looks like Death, he’s frightened, and eyes wide open. “Your friends back” he says, shakily. I turn hoping he’s joking, he aint, he’s by the Fish Tank. The Figure suddenly says (his voice was almost like he was crying, but also deep, and echoes) “Michael”. We both look at each other, we feel a bit better because we have TV light, and the figure sounds nice, soothing. “Who?” I say, without sounding like a scared priest. It looks very quickly, violently towards me, that made me jump, the thing is, I never thought I would (might) have a conversation with a Spirit, more weird is that it hasn’t killed me. The figure repeats “Michael”. Then turns slowly to Jake.

Jake leans towards me, and says “It smells.” I giggle, he doesn’t say about the way it moves, or its voice, or this Michael, but that the room smells. Then I get suddenly hot, and I’m actually puffing, as if its Summer, and I’m standing on the bloody sun! I start taking my top off, its so hot, I feel like I should be sweating a new lake, but I’m not. Jake wasn’t hot, he was still freezing. I start to think, maybe its my Granddad, or Jakes, or an old man who lived hear a while ago. “Michael” it (he) repeats, more frustrated this time. I was about to say “We don’t know Michael”, but he quickly says “Get out of Michaels house!” We get scared, a Ghost thinks were invading Michaels house, that must be why he scratched me. I don’t know why, but I feel angry (so does Jake), I have no idea but I feel like grabbing this Ghosts and kicking him onto the path to the next road!

Jake stands up and says fiercely too “We don’t who this Michael is, its only me and Derv.” I feel like backing him up, but I have nothing, so I stand next to Jake staring at the guy. He seems so real, because he has colour and a body, but I feel he aint there, like I’m just staring. The figure goes calm again, and still, and just stands there. We stand there as well, twenty minutes, doing NOTHING! Eventually, I’m the one to break the silence. “Look, mate, your dead, and we’re alive, maybe Michael is dead too?” I feel more extremely hot, I start calling out in pain (quietly), I don’t understand why me and not Jake. The Figure steps closer to us, then replies, “I’m not dead, you will be if you don’t get out of my Michaels house!”

The voices return, but this time it does get loud, and it made me want to bash my head in, for them to shut up. “Should we go again?” Jake asks, looking edgy at the character. “No” I reply, when really I mean Yes! I don’t speak for a while after that, my head hurts, my body boils, I’m being haunted by a nut, oh yes life is brilliant. “Okay” I finally say after Jake sits back down. “Yes were in her house, sorry, we didn’t know, we’ll say sorry to Michael, now who is she?” I thought it was worth a try, but it doesn’t reply, so I say again “Who is she?” It doesn’t even blink, so finally, tired, in pain, and pissed off, I shout “Who is she?” He finally reacts, he moves back, and says “My Granddaughter.” We could’ve guessed that, but we still wanted to know why it was in here.

After a short conversation, Jake gasps. “MICHAEL” he shouts, jumping up, pointing at the Spirit. Jake found out that Michael used to live here, we got the flat from a mate who moved to USA, Michael was his Girlfriend, but it was his flat. We found late that week Michaels Grandfather died from Lung Cancer four months before they moved, she was very moved by this, and said sometimes she could see him, and that made her happy. Jake repeats it to the Spirit, and suddenly, I feel upset, almost I cry, tears in my eyes, I don’t know why. The figure looks down, shuffles his feet, then sits on the seat that’s close to the fish tank (Could someone tell me if Spirits do sit on furniture like a real person, and do the other stuff, because part of me doesn’t believe this). It sighs, and sobs quickly, then says “Why?” Now we were in a pickle, our mate said they moved because they always liked America, but I cant say that to her Dead Gramps. So, I say the slight truth. “I don’t really know, they moved across the world, to USA, its peaceful there.” The Spirit looked happy, and it smiled. “I told her to move there” he said, and it sounded like I was talking to a retard (no offence), like a child.

Jake was frozen, he’s cold, I’m boiling, he’s kind of frightened, so am I, he’s tired, I’m tired. Jake suddenly said without a care in the world “But you do know your Dead?” The Spirit looked normal, and sat very rich. It said “No I’m not.” GREAT! We just made friends with the thing, and now he thinks he’s living the dream! IN OUR FLAT!

Eventually, after a long time of talking to the figure, he takes it in that he is Dead, after we asked him about smoking and about his Cancer problem. Then, the voices go, completely, and I feel cooler, warming up. So did Jake, the room got warmer, the figure started to glow, then fade, then glow then fade. He said something, but sadly we missed it, then it disappered, very quickly, and everything felt normal, except we had a argument with a Spirit.

That’s all, sorry it took so long, I do like write on. If anyone knows more about what happened than I do, then please speak to me, I’m very interested, and I love hearing Ghost Stories which are real. Its all real, even if its impossible to understand, but, the Impossible always happen to be the Truth.

Sent in by “Hood”, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com

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