Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Hello all… First I would like to say that stumbling onto this site has not only entertained me, but possibly given me answers to what has happened to me in the past.

My experiences started as a young child, still a toddler really. My Parents first home in Michigan was full of interesting occurrences that were really hard to explain. We would hear the kitchen chairs sliding across the linoleum floor as we were upstairs or in our separate rooms, to investigate the area and it would be vacant to any activity, other than the chairs moved to the other side of the kitchen. The house was creepy in every kind of way. It was a small house, but what was inside was what made us wonder what exactly we were dealing with. There would be times that I would lay on the kitchen floor in the summer time when my mom was cooking or cleaning and I could hear whispers from the vent that lead to the basement. It could be explained by the furnace noises, but with all the other activity who knows? My most memorable experience had to be refreshed a few years later after moving to a new house by my dad.

To set the scene, I was a pretty sick kid from the age of three to around six. I was in and out of the hospital for numerous things that I won’t bore you with. The house was set up with the guest rooms downstairs, master bedroom upstairs (only room), and a very creepy basement with the light switch that was at the bottom of the stairs instead of the top. That always fueled the fire of all of us freaking out there. Anyways, during one of those times I was home sleeping upstairs in my mom and dads room. I awoke and saw a little girl dressed in white looking over me. She had told me that I would get better real soon and would be outside playing in no time. As fast as I could blink, she was gone. I got to my feet and ran downstairs to ask my mom who the little girl was and where she went. To my mom and dads surprise they had no idea what I was talking about. They knew that I was too young to make things up like that, so they played it smart and told me it was just a dream and them didn’t speak of it until a few months later. The original owner came by with pictures, to show my folks what the yard looked like when she had first bought the house. As I was sitting on my dads lap going through the photos, I pointed out “That’s the little girl I saw daddy…” Instantly the owner came over and asked “What little girl?” As we explained what had happened a few months ago, tears started to come from the lady. The Lady had told us that her daughter (the one in the picture) had been killed out front of the house about ten years ago. She had playing with a ball across the street in the parking lot of a church, when the ball got away from her and went into the street. The driver of the truck had not seen her in time to stop and killed her instantly.

Now, I can’t remember what she looked like but, I do remember playing with a girl all the time that my family says never existed. I remember her as my babysitter, but the only girl that ever babysat me was my sister and even with her drastic fad changes, I know it wasn’t her. Everyone was afraid of the basement though, and I know that there was more there than just that little girl, something evil. There was always tension in that house and it wasn’t just the fear of the unknown. When first moving there my sister said as a toddler, I would talk to someone in my room, when I was the only one in there. She originally passed it off as an imaginary friend, but after her experiences and realizing me being a little too young for that, thinks that it was something else. I have more stories, but will post them separately.

Sent in by Rob B., Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com