Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

As a child I always had a huge imagination, my parents seemed to know it very well. I often got in trouble for “making up” such odd ball lies and stories as excuses.

One night, it was around 10:00, long after I should have been in  bed since I was at such a young age (six). I decided to crawl into bed so that I would not get caught by my parents. As I turned off the lights a sudden breeze ran through my room. I stopped and shivered, automatically I knew it was a poltergeist of some kind.

You see, ever since I was three I could see things and people that no one else seemed to see. It often frustrated me but sometimes it was nice to have a world of my own. Usually when a poltergeist was around I was never scared, but that night something ran through me that I can never explain, fear but something much worse.

The air was stale and the smell of decaying flesh was everywhere. I ran to the door but only stopped, thinking that no one could do anything because it would just seem that I was making up stories. As I walked back the smell got stronger as I walked past my mini couch. I looked down and saw black hair laying on the ground next to the couch. I looked up and saw my doll sitting there, it only made matters worse.

I turned every light on in the room and ran to my bed and tried to fall asleep. I finally did and had an awful nightmare about a girl being tortured by an odd man. He hit her and a startling crack stopped everything. He looked down at the girl lying on the floor. Her head was cracked and she was bleeding non-stop.

The man turned to her in the gentlest way and touched her cheek and started sobbing. Then out of nowhere he pulled out an old steak knife and stabbed her, and stabbed her, and stabbed her, over and over again. Then the man started pulling her over to a spot set her down and left her there. I thought he left her there for good but he came back dragging the couch and laid it over her, walked over to an odd old fashioned fireplace and turned it on and just walked out of the house for good.

But the thing for sure is that it wasn’t my house but just a girl asking for help. I woke up from the dream and ran over to the couch and looked under it and there she was. I reached out to touch the poor deceased body but it disappeared.

It took me a while then I started to forget about the odd things that happened that night and then I forgot leaving the small memory at the back of my mind. When it was the summer of 7th grade I was so happy to have no school for at least three months. It was very, very late at night and I was getting ready for bed. I turned off my TV, but it didn’t go off. There was a girl on it that looked exactly like the girl that was under my bed. I pressed it again and it did turn off. Freaked out, I turned around and the she was standing there. “Who are you?” I asked then she disappeared the last time. I had seen her. I did nothing about it but that time I would and here I am still trying to figure out who she was and how to help her!

Sent in by “Anonymous”, Copyright 2008 True Ghost Tales