Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

It all started the day my gramps died. I got crazy cold, but I normal run away from the room it gets cold. Anyway it wanted me to stay following me around the room. My mom was at the hospital saying gramps was worse, I didn’t know he was dead yet. I told it to go away and to leave me alone. My parents assumed it was an imaginary friend but it wasn’t.

When my mom came home the cold spot left and centered around my aunts and uncles my mom and dad too as if to comfort them. I had no idea what was going on, I was like five or six and they said I wouldn’t understand. Then we went to a different house that night my mom wouldn’t stop crying and the cold spot was near her a lot. I didn’t fear it which I learned means its an ok spirit. I did not talk to it, I ignored it. I wanted my mom was who we were both focused on. After that night I noticed the cold spot wasn’t going normally, they just stayed a day and left or caused something stupid to happen but I was confused.

On our way to his funeral I was crying, yes I understood what happened but I have always wondered why him. He actually was a good gramps, my other was a drunk and my grama disowned me and his wife was dead. As soon as we got to the funeral I wanted out. I couldn’t handle the suffocating sadness, it made me cry. The cold spot returned as soon as the first tear rolled down my face. I followed it, at the end of the ceremony, to see him in his casket my fathers day present near him. It was so sad and I had to run. I ran to the back not wanting to scream.

I was horrified who wouldn’t be the one person in this family who made me feel safe as an adopted kid was dead. His chest no longer held a beating pulse or air in his deflated lungs, his face was like looking into a ghosts features, pale almost luminescent. I wouldn’t talk for hours.

Several years later I was in the middle of kindergarten and grandparents day was today. I was crying in the middle of lunch. My head would not look up, I couldn’t see all those grandparents with there grandkids without crying harder. The cold spot had left for now was like six months. As I sat crying it got cold again. I knew who it was now but I was wary of it because my gramps should be with my grams, not comforting me. He just stayed there until I wasn’t crying so hard but he left and I sucked it up for the next four years of grand parents day.

The only time I ever got a cold spot was before something bad happened. He woke my mom up before my sister got really sick. Or he woke me up before I had an asthma attack. He watched my sisters TV, flipping through channels. He was with me when my older sister had an O.D. or when they took her to an insane asylum. I always know if something’s wrong because I’ll get cold and a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I’ve ignored it once to see what happens. Once I was about to turn out my lights for bed the cold spot can a feeling of protective vibrated off it. I ignored it not caring I always slept in the dark. As soon as that light went out another cold spot joined only he left a foul taste in my mouth and a bad flippy feeling in my stomach. I knew it wasn’t good so ever since it lured in dark corners waiting for me to sleep in the dark but I have never slept with out a light on to protect me.

I don’t know why this spirit hates light but it runs away at the sight of a light. I have come in contact with more spirits or ghost as you call it but not all are good some lurk in the dark waiting to torture you as soon as the lights go out.

Written by Joyce V, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com