Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Ever since I was little I sensed an evil spirit watching me. One night I was just nodding off when I heard my mother screaming, I was only 7 at the time and I was terrified. I ran down the hallway to go into my mothers room but there was no way I could get in. It felt like something strong was holding the door so no-one could get in. I tried to open it several times and then when I finally got in, my mother just told me she had a bad dream. I stayed in her bed that night because her screaming terrified me.

The next night the same thing happened, but I didn’t do anything about it because I thought my mother was dreaming again. When I went downstairs the next morning my mother had a big bruise on her cheek and a bust lip. I asked her what had happen and she said she’d fell out of bed and whacked her head off something hard and sharp. Being 7, I believed this story.

As I got older, I used to hear things going on in the attack. I heard scratching as if someone was scratching on the floorboards and I heard footsteps at night. One night as if I was nodding off, I heard footsteps, I just thought they were coming from the loft but they were getting louder as if someone was walking up to me. I felt petrified as I also felt some evil spirit looking at me. I pretended I was asleep because I thought this would make the spirit leave me alone. As I had my eyes tight shut, my cupboard swung from the other side of my room and blocked the door, this instantly made me alarmed and I screamed for my mother. My mother started banging on the door but she had no way of getting in. I felt something strong pull me down on the floor and something started punching my face but I couldn’t see what it was.

When the spirit had finished with me, the wardrobe went back to it’s normal place and my mom barged in and started hugging me and we cried. Then all of a sudden my mom was pushed to the other side of the room and I started getting dragged out of the room. My mom yelled her loudest “Jesus Christ” and the spirit disappeared, I think my mother scared it.

On that night we traveled to my Grandmothers house so we were safe. We were so petrified and didn’t dare go back to a place that we used to call home. My mother and me went out the next morning to find out the house history. There was no match that any evil man used to live there. We found out that a little girl and her mom lived there and that was it. Then my mom figured it was all her fault, when she was 15, she and her mates fooled around and played with a Ouija board and someone called Eric spoke to them on it. We moved house in Texas and the ghost did not follow us. We were never hurt again.

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