Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This will all probably sound so cliché but growing up my house was haunted. It was built in the 1800s, was filled with antiques, and a very big house. I am now 17 and the memory of my first 11 years still gets to me.

I knew there was a lady, we called her the lady in the blue dress, she had a newborn always in her hands. My parents and the four of us kids all believed, there’s were numerous encounters. My mom had went put with some friends one night and as she came home and walked up to the door she heard a baby crying, and thought to herself how she was going to kill my dad for letting me stay up so late, when she opened the front door the crying stopped and the lady in the blue dress walked across the hallway.

They say I saw her when I was very little and asked my mom why we didn’t set the place for her at the table. I don’t remember talking to her, but I knew she was always there, she wasn’t scary but gentle, caring and very sad.

But there was another evil in that house, a man possibly. I grew up completely petrified. I was the baby of the family growing up with three teenagers. Which meant a lot of yelling loud music and family meetings, I feel the negativity is what would bring it out the most.

My childhood in that house was very unique, for some reason it always comes across my mind, the fear I have for that house follows me but leaves me intrigued, for some reason I knew they were watching out for us and accepted us. There’s things I’ve always just known without knowing how I knew, I would never go near my brothers closet, I felt some one died in there. My fear was so bad I slept in my mothers bed every single night, for 11 years. I would not go upstairs by myself to use the bathroom even in broad daylight. The bathroom was right next to the attic which I knew was where they spent most of their time, the door would never close, the lights would go on by themselves. There was always the feeling of someone there.

You might think I’m crazy, or may understand, but I feel as if whatever higher power was there, their memory will always stick with me.

Sent in by Paula, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com