Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My name is Jayson and I’m a ghost magnet. I pick up ghosts almost all the time and they stick with me for days at a time then go away. So as you can guess, I’m sensitive to the paranormal. I’d like to say one thing too, before I begin: I don’t feel ghosts more than I feel their inherent emotions. Some people say “I feel a ghost in the hallway”, whereas I feel anger or curiosity or fear etc. emanating from the hallway.

The story I’d like to share is still taking place as I’m writing this down. I work in James Bay, Northern Québec (Canada). It’s basically a huge construction site (50 dikes and 4 dams to be built in order to derivate the Rupert River towards La Grande Reservoir). There are a few Cree (native Amerindians of northern Québec are Cree) settlements as well as a handful of work camps. Anyway, As the Dikes go up, I work the night shifts traveling between the many depots (where they dig up the materials for construction) and noting all activity and machinery in them. So my work consists of driving somewhere around 300 km a night in pitch black in deep woods on gravel roads.

Four days ago, there was a lot of mist as I was making my rounds. I remember driving through a particularly thick fog in which I clearly saw the shape of a person. I didn’t slow down (I’m not gonna risk my life for a ghost, as I knew very well what it was) and drove right through it. Immediately, the temperature inside the car dropped dramatically and I felt tingles in my spine from my neck to the tip of my toes. As the feeling of not being alone anymore escalated, I started seeing flashes of bright green eyes in my rearview mirror. By then, the emanating sentiment was mirth (it was playing with me, trying to scare me). It angered me, because I could crash in an accident just for a ghost’s pleasure. Anger welled up inside me so strongly it blocked out any emotions I could perceive from the ghost itself. I stopped the pick-up truck on the side of the road and said aloud: “All right, stop f***ing with me! Stop the b***sh*t or get out!” A moment passed and nothing happened. The temperature got back to normal and I started picking up fear and sadness. My anger subsided and I started to feel bad. As I said, I was only picking up mirth, it was benign, not evil… “Sorry if I snapped,” I said softly, taking a deep breath. The fear and sadness subsided, then I felt no strong emotions anymore, but I still was not alone. It was still there. I continued on to the depot I was getting to and nothing else happened on that trip.

The next night (I work from 7p.m to 5:30a.m) it was somewhere around three o’clock and I was alone in the office reading on this site. I started hearing footsteps. I knew it was my ghost, since the office isn’t haunted at all. I stopped reading, looked towards where I could hear the footsteps but saw nothing. However, as I was fixing the footsteps (I was spooked), they stopped. I detected a little pity, tinged with shame emanating from the vicinity, it almost felt as if it was sorry for having scared me. I couldn’t help but smile after this and continued my reading.  That’s when the chair in the box office next to mine rolled out and slid right next to me. Again I say, I felt no evil at all, simply curiosity. When I was done, I closed my computer, put both chairs back in place (I couldn’t feel the ghost anymore) and said “All right, I’m leaving, you coming or staying?”  Don’t ask me why I asked, ‘cuz the truth is, I was still a little spooked…  Anyway, as I stepped outside and walked towards my pick-up truck, I saw a faint greenish mist *inside* the pick-up.  Guess I had my answer…

Last night, as I was driving on my rounds with my “imaginary friend” which I still haven’t seen or really communicated with, I drifted at the wheel. All I remember was receiving a slap in the face and hearing a sharp “Hey!” (female voice) and woke up just in time to avoid driving in a ditch. It wouldn’t have killed me, but I would have gotten bruised up badly, though.

No one else has seen her. She’s only there when I’m alone. When I enter the depots or the construction sites where other living people are she disappears. Even now, as I write this (I’m alone in the office) I hear her footsteps wander around. I’ve been able to communicate a little with her, but she’s mostly non-communicative (but I’m an Anti-social kind of guy anyway) I open the Radio on an F.M. unused channel so it emits white noise, which I asked her to spike once for yes, twice for no and asked her a few questions, but I asked only a few and she answered less. I managed to determine that it’s a girl, died fairly young was Cree (Amerindian). That’s it.

She’s still with me as I make my rounds. I talk to her a lot and she’s a very good listener, so I don’t mind her presence at all, in fact I’m happy to have her around. That’s about it for now, I guess.

Sent in by Jayson, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com