Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Hi, I’m 15 and firstly I’d just like you to know that I’ve always been open-minded about this sort of thing. At first it was just one of those ‘I want to believe’ sort of things but now I have the proof that I’ve longed for, for so long.

So let me begin, about four years ago we moved house, I thought the new place was great (I still do) but I never thought it was creepy or that anyone other than our family lived there. To start with, I got those feelings, do you know what I mean? When your sure someone’s there but you can just never quite catch a glimpse of them. Anyway, this went on for about a year or so then I heard the voices for the first time. I came out of my room into the hallway, it was the middle of the day so I never would have expected to hear what I heard. Everyone was downstairs so when I heard “Sam! Over here, come over here… SAM!” I was seriously freaked out. I ran downstairs, but I never told anyone, I guess I was worried that they’d think I was mad.

After it had happened a few times (all pretty much the same) I decided to tell mum. She didn’t think I was mad, in fact she believed me completely, apparently in our old houses there had been things, in our last house mum and my step dad had seen a white woman in the mirrors and a black man who stood on the stairs. She told me that in the house where I was born, things started happening just after they brought me back from the hospital, my bedroom door had slammed shut when all the windows were shut, our cat started acting really weird and staring at empty spaces in the rooms, mum would tell my dad that she had seen dark shadows in the corners. He never believed her though, he doesn’t believe in Ghosts or anything like that.

Now, back to the present. On the 27th March 2009 very early in the morning, I saw Ghost (as I’ve decided to call him). I woke suddenly and for a reason which I still can’t explain I turned towards my door. It was open only a couple of inches but through that gap I saw a little boy, the same little boy I’d previously seen at the end of my bed but shaken away as a play of the lights. He just walked past. He wore jeans and a blue jumper, he had a dark blond mop of hair and quite fair skin. I wasn’t scared, but I was really shocked, thinking back I wish I’d got up to see, I’m sure I would have seen him walking just as calmly down the stairs. When I told mum she seemed to doubt me, I’m not sure why, maybe because I wasn’t scared and didn’t wake her up, but her doubt made me more determined to believe.

I had my next sighting a few months later. These months had been spent watching to see him again, however it wasn’t him who woke me at about 4:30 in the morning. I got the feeling that someone was watching me (as you do) so I woke up and I wasn’t too surprised to see a white woman sitting at the end of my bed, looking at me. I woke, saw her, blinked, she was still there, blinked again and she was gone. She was completely white except for her short black hair. She almost looked like my mum when she was younger and wearing her white dressing gown. After, I sat there for a minute, just thinking then somehow, although I still don’t understand how I simply went back to sleep.

So now you know, I really want to see Ghost or the white woman again, any advice or opinions would be great. I hope you enjoyed my story. Please leave a comment.

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