Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Ghost Under My Pillow

When I was really young I remember something that happened to me in a house in Queens, New York. My mother had eight kids, I’m the third oldest, two are older than me, and five are younger than me. I cant remember how old I was at the time but I know I was walking at that time, and still remember what happened that morning, I also don’t remember what year this occurred, or where this house was in Queens.

Anyway one morning I was awakened by a hand caressing my face, the hand was between my face and my pillow, the hand felt very much in the flesh of a living being, but as I lay there with my eyes closed my mind was racing as to who, what is caressing my face in an impossible position, and when I woke nobody was there I even searched under the bed in the hallway nothing.

I brushed it off and …