Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Ghost Kids

Well I actually have two stories to tell, both when I was little and told to me by my mom.  But one I remember because I was part of it.

The first story I am telling was told by my mom and dad. When I was little like two years old, my parents were raising two boys that I consider brothers even though they were never blood. We lived in this house in Baltimore, Maryland. One night after putting the three of us to bed, my mom and dad were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee. Dad had to be at work in a few hours or something like that.  Anyways they were sitting at the table and the three of us were in bed, when mom starting hearing someone say, “Aunt Teen Help me,” mom right away thought one of the kids were awake. Yes I called my mom something other then mom due to what my two brothers …