For almost as long as I can remember, I’ve always had weird things happening around me. When I was a young child, I would see things in my mind and they would happen days,weeks, or months later. This still happens to me today. When I see this, I can hear my thoughts and catch of glimpse of what’s happening around me. Usually when I hear my own thoughts, it’ll be a few lines or even a sentence before I revert back to regular life.
Growing up, I had several things happen to me. When I was a small toddler, it was a summer day, my sister and my mom weren’t home. My dad was outside mowing the lawn. There was a large dresser in my room, it was really heavy. I can’t recall what I wanted to get out of it, but I tried to open one of the drawers. The dresser toppled over me, and I was stuck under it. I actually don’t remember screaming, but I remember telling God to help me in my mind. A few seconds later, my dad came in and got me out from under the dresser. I wasn’t hurt, somehow.
When I was in sixth grade, I fell into a deep depression. I used to cut myself and planned to kill myself. I never did. I had everything planned out, even the way I was going to do it, the day. For some reason, I just didn’t do it. Later that year, I was at a friends house and we were painting our nails. She went to go get a drink, so I went with her. As I was walking out of the room, I heard one of the bottles get knocked over. I was about ten feet away from where the table was, and one of the nail polish bottles were knocked over. I thought it was weird, but I just shrugged it off.
Two years later, about a year ago, I came home from school very sick. It felt like someone was stabbing me in the stomach, and I spent the whole week in my bed. It was one night that I woke up, feeling better but it must’ve been very late at night. I always sleep with my TV on, I can’t sleep without it. For some reason, it was almost completely dark in my room. About as dark as the outside would be when the moon wasn’t out. And my closet door was wide open. There were people around me, all in black clothing, with the hoods up. I think they all were carrying a book, chanting something. I tried to scream and move, but I couldn’t do anything. It seemed like an hour before the whole ordeal was over.
My house feels very different than other people’s. I have many friends, and their houses feel much lighter. I wonder if this thing lives in my house or if it is attracted to me. Although I love to swim, and can swim extremely well, I have had so many dreams of drowning. I sometimes become very depressed for no reason at all.
This was a few days ago, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. I was talking on the phone with my boyfriend, and I was leaving my room. I heard something fall off my dresser, which was probably a good eight feet away from me, so I turned around. My dresser isn’t the neatest, but there was no reason for anything to randomly fall off. My family have always been huge animal lovers. My sister had two birds, and a few weeks ago, something happened to one of the birds. The bird had no physical marks on it, but it appeared to have a broken leg. The next morning, it was dead. I don’t think a bird could’ve died from a broken leg. My dog didn’t have breathing problems until we moved to this house. He has a collapsed trachea and will eventually die. I worry that it may target my animals, or worse, even my own family.
Sent in by Shelby, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com