Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This is the first of many stories I shall be putting up here. This story dates back to at least 1999 – 2000. Which puts me at about nine or ten years old. It all started one night in my small home in New York.

I was getting ready for bed as I usually would. I laid down in my bed and fell asleep. I awoke in a dream that took place in my home, but the energy was negative. I crept out of my room to investigate. ( The way my house is set up is: parents’ room in the back, bathroom, hallway, my room about half way down the hallway, then living room and front door.) The second I stepped from my room, this presence overwhelmed me and forced me into my living room. I sprinted to the front door, unlocked it in what seemed like slow motion, and then looked back at the presence. A menacing little girl about my age at the time stood 20 feet away staring at me. Every ounce of color then drained from the dream and the little girl slowly moved toward me. I bolted and ran down my block. I soon woke up, terrified.

This dream soon became reoccurring but with minor changes as I grew up. A few years after this dream, I had it again but this time, as the little girl moved forward, I couldn’t unlock the door. She had done something to it so it would stay locked and she laughed when I tried to break out. This became the new reoccurring dream.

As the years went on, this dream became more vivid and terrifying. Around the year 2005, it stopped and was replaced by a new dream starring the same little girl. In this dream, I was still in my home, sitting on the couch with some people from my school. We were waiting for a “historical tour” to begin. Our tour guide pointed to the area above my computer and simply stated “Our favorite little ghost named Ashley hanged herself there.” She had mentioned other ghosts in my house too. I woke up and check the area and realized it was impossible to hang a human body from the weak ceiling. This dream carried on until about 2007 and I never said anything about it to anyone.

Around the same time this dream happened, if not earlier, I woke up with my right arm COVERED in scratches and gashes. I started crying and called for my mom. Both my parents agreed that it must have been my old cat who scratched me. In present day, I realized something. My cat was de-clawed when I first got her, back in the mid 90′s. That got me thinking about all the old dreams I’ve had.

Now that I’m older, I’m able to make sense of these things. Like Ashley for example. Last summer, I had a friend over who could see ghosts. On day two of our little get-together, we were getting ready for bed one night and I was telling her about the little ghost-girl named Ashley from my dream. She replied, “Oh… that’s who that little girl is I keep seeing. She’s always sitting by us and watches us sleep.” This friend wouldn’t lie to me, so I trusted her. Not to mention I could also feel her watching us at times, but that’s another story. When I walk down my hallway, I can still feel her presence follow me.

Sent in by Jess S., Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com