Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I was ten years old when this all took place. I had recently lost my mother three years before and was living with relatives. My dad was a dead beat who was long ago out of the picture. I lived with my sixty four year old grandfather who despite his age, was fit and cared for me and my three siblings ’til the day he died when I was sixteen.

Our house was a revolving door with relatives coming in and out. I was up kinda late watching the tube in the living room. As I grew drowsy, I shortly went to sleep there on the couch with the tube on. Every one in the house had gone to bed a couple hours earlier. A couple hours later I was suddenly wakened with a sound coming from the kitchen.

The way the house was set up, you could see straight into the kitchen from the living room, at least from the angle where the couch was. I heard the back door slide open and a figure appeared to enter. I was scared for a second and realized that it was my uncle coming in late through the back like he usually does. The feeling of panic faded and I stood in the dark relieved. I could see my uncle moving around in the kitchen in the pitch of night. He hadn’t noticed me at all, as he went and sat at the table. I remember clearly seeing him light a cigarette in the dark. I sat there and stared at him in the couch, but for some reason I didn’t speak to him or let my presence known. I could see his figure clearly as he smoked and the light from each draw from that smoke would highlight his skinny frame.

After sitting there for a few minutes he finally finished his smoke. I finally got up and started walking towards the kitchen where he was standing. As I got closer to where my uncle was, I finally spoke and said, “Wow its late uncle Shava, where you coming in from?” I could still not see his face clearly as all the lights were still off, and I was still a few feet away from where he was sitting putting out his cigarette butt. As soon as he heard me speak I could tell he was taken back by my presence and I suspected that I must have scared him. To my surprise he said absolutely nothing and he stood quickly and headed for the door rather nervously. As he headed out the back door I said,”what’s wrong?” But he was off into the night before I could even get an answer.

Needless to say, I was rather confused as I looked out the back door and saw him as he drifted of into the night. I figured he must have not wanted anyone to know he was there so I said to my self, “that was weird but, whatever.”

Well, I was dead tired and ready for more sleep, and off I went to my bunk bed in the room I shared with my brother. I slept fast and awoke the next morning feeling kinda good. As I headed into the kitchen and saw all my relatives standing there, it became clear that something was wrong. They all looked as if they had gotten some bad news. As I stood there wondering what the hell was going on, my grandfather looked over at me and said, “Son I got some bad news, your Uncle Shava was found dead in Juarez, Mexico a couple days ago, took a while but we just got the news this morning.” True Story.

Sent in by Eric, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com