Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Many people that aren’t very close to me don’t believe me at all, but I have been through major paranormal experiences regularly, all my life. Almost as if “The Sixth Sense” was based on me. Anyone who knows me well enough could tell you, some even from actual experiences with me. When I was very young, the events I went through weren’t scary at all. But in 1998 when I made a new friend [Jeff (R.I.P.)], things changed.

I was seven when I first met him and he was about 11 or so. He was sitting in his carport alone, playing with Legos. When I asked what he was building, he said, “a spaceship, so I can fly far away.” I asked why and he told me to get away from them. Confused, I continued to try to figure out what he meant. He then was on the verge of tears when he told me, “Don’t look now, but there is a little boy covered in cuts laying on the ceiling. But don’t be afraid, you can’t see him.” This startled me. I never knew anyone else who could see ghosts. And sure enough, when I slowly looked up, there was a small boy, covered in lacerations looking down at me. Jeff was also startled when he realized I could see him.

From then on we were friends, brought together by an extra special bond. We shared stories and thoughts about situations. There wasn’t anyone either of us could relate to on the same level we could with each other. I noticed though, that Jeff would bring the boy on the ceiling up a lot. He said the boy was everywhere, haunting him from every ceiling above him, silently. It wasn’t long after I met Jeff that I realized my paranormal experiences were becoming scarier each time, and even violent. There have been many cases over the span of my life where a ghost event has left me with cuts or bruises (including the other night as a matter of fact).

Anyway, the ceiling ghost began to push Jeff too far, and eventually was one of the main causes of his death.

One dark day in June, 1999, I found my friend Jeff in his backyard. He had hung himself from the tree. I will forever be scarred from this, more-so than any paranormal thing out there. But what I noticed about Jeff that day was that he had cuts, similar to the ghosts all over his arms, blood running everywhere. That’s what told me the reason for his brutal decision. The boy from the ceiling had driven my friend to take his own life.

A week later I was awoken from my sleep in the middle of the night, by nothing. I sat up on the op of my bunk-bed and searched the room. As you could probably guess, there were many nights I woke up like this. But this night was different. I got that personal feeling that I get when something is near. Unable to find it, I began to get frustrated. Then, the white-noise set in.

The white-noise is what I call the mind-piercing, high-pitched hum that I hear in my head when a ghost is around. It’s like no other sound I know and I become very tense when I hear it.

For some reason, I thought it might be on the bottom bed, so I quickly leaned down to look. Nothing.

When I sat back up I noticed a strange feeling, like none I had had before. I looked at my arms and noticed dozens of cuts, all over. I felt a sense of panic that was followed by a small hand grabbing my left arm. A hand covered in cuts.

I jumped out of the top bed and looked up to see the boy that haunted Jeff laying on my ceiling, covered in cuts, looking down at me. I can only imagine how long he had been there, watching me sleep. You can bet I didn’t close my eyes that night.

I saw the boy a few times after until the final time I saw him I told him sternly that I wasn’t going to let him take me too. I never saw him after that. But I am not too proud to admit that even today, over a decade later, I still refrain from looking up when laying down… Just in case.

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