Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I’m stretched out on the couch channel surfing at my Aunt and Uncle’s lake house. I was 15 years old and visiting for the summer. The encounter occurred during the work week in the early part of the afternoon. My little cousins were at Vacation Bible School and their parents were at work, so I had the place all to myself.

The couch was located against a wall and my feet were on the end of the couch cushion just over a meter from the television, which set to the left for “prime lounging on the couch viewing pleasure”. The T.V. was up against another wall and was sitting a couple of feet to the right of the entrance into the hallway, which ran the same way I was facing. From where I was lounging I had a 45 degree viewpoint of the entrance into the long dark hall. I could only see about a meter into the hall. The hallway was very dark due to the wood paneling and deep green carpeting.

The T.V. was one of those wooden consoles that our Grandparents owned at own time or another, so it sat on the floor. This caused me to look down towards the set. Because of this my eyelids were more than halfway shut and this encouraged my state of relaxation further. Then “It” came out of the hallway…

I noticed out of my peripheral vision a humanoid figure come casually walking out of the hall. It was solid in color. What color I’m not sure due to my being partially colorblind. I would guess “It” to be grayish in color. The color wasn’t very bright and it wasn’t extremely dark. Imagine a nasty cloudy day. I quickly came to full attention and averted my eyes to the hall. Nothing was there. I thought to myself if I had imagined the whole thing. Maybe I had fallen asleep and dreamed it. I knew it wasn’t any of my family, I was home alone. I tried to quickly come up with a rational explanation to what I thought I just saw, but it felt so real. So I did it again…

I felt that if I recreated the atmosphere I could allow this, whatever it was, to happen again. I focused my vision on the T.V. and rested my eyelids downward to where the television was a bit blurry. I was calming myself, trying for the same relaxing mood I had just had a few minutes before. This mood I achieved.  I found myself inviting it back, but not with words. “It” came back…

This time “It” came back faster and was headed in my direction. I very quickly snapped out of whatever state I was in, and just like before the thing had vanished without a trace. It’s obvious I’m not imagining this. I still couldn’t make out any facial features or any features at all, except for it had a body shape of a man and the light tint it gave off.  I was so intrigued. What is this being? What is going on? It did seem quit surreal. I didn’t feel any fear, yet…

I wanted to try this again. I wanted to open myself up to this being again. I wanted to know what would happen next. I was fifteen, need I say more? Here I am dabbling, toying with this unknown entity…ignorance is not always bliss.

This is the third and final time I sent the invitation. I did the same as before. I was focusing out of my peripheral vision at the entrance into the hallway, and here “It” comes. This time was totally different. It happened so damn fast. It came charging out of the hall, and unlike before it was not quiet. “It” was charging me screaming this insane roar, AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I felt the rage, it was pure rage and it was directed at me.

There was a coffee table on the floor in front of the couch; it was no obstacle to the dark presence. “It” got to the couch like lightning and knelt down beside me. The entity’s face was maybe a few inches from the side of mine, and all the while screaming a mad rage infested roar. It grabbed the bottom edge of the couch and flipped it over. I felt the rush from the couch flipping. The feeling was something not unlike a roller coaster ride.

It all happened so quickly, faster than I could bring myself back. Maybe “It” stopped me from returning to complete consciousness so easily like before. Maybe it had a hold on me. I don’t know. I’m thinking the intense feeling of the couch flipping brought me back.

The hostile being was gone now, and the coffee table and couch were in place, as if nothing had happened. I then walked out the front door. From then on I’ve remained guarded while I’m there.

Thirteen years later I own the place now. I use it as a weekend getaway. My wife and most of the friends I’ve had over tell me the place creeps them out. That’s when I’d tell my friends this story… then they’d move their pillows and blankets out of the bed rooms and into the living room. They don’t want to be alone there, and I don’t blame them. “It” has since been dubbed “The Hallway Ghost”.

Sent in by Dan White, Copyright 2010