Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Ever since I was three years old I have had experiences.  My grandfather was half Mingo Indian and I believe that is why I have this gift or curse depending on the event. I have run into more nonbelievers then believers and even though I have read many stories on here, it has taken me a long time to build the courage up to put my experiences.

Well here it goes. The first incident I can remember started in 1981 in a small town in Northern West Virginia when I was 3 years old. Now I know what you are thinking who can remember anything from that young of an age but if you had experienced the things I have you would.  I was a normal 3 year old who would wake up in the middle of the night for what ever reason. However unlike normal children I had a ghost come and tell me stories and put me back to sleep. At first being young and innocent I thought nothing of it. He looked normal to me and was kind and gentle like a great uncle or grandfather would be. But as time went by things began to happen before he would appear.  For one thing my nightmares increase and intensified. There were several nights a week my father would have to sleep on the floor in my room just so I wouldn’t be up crying all night. I would have dreams of my toys wanting to kill me and bad things happening to my family. Unfortunately since then I have been plagued with such dreams. Also my parents faces would appear in my window. Now I know that doesn’t seem too strange but it was to me when I could hear the television on in the living room and my parents talking and laughing. Plus the window was a good 15 ft off the ground.

My mother had told me later that she believed what I had seen because for one she would lay in bed at night and hear the kitchen cabinet doors open and close as well as someone walking throughout the house and turn on the TV.  She said it wasn’t my dad because he was right beside her.  Plus I was able to tell her his name and point him out in a picture which was impossible because he died before I was even born and my room was his.

Well my mother moved me out of that room until my sister was born in 1985.  She moved into the room I was in and since we hadn’t had any more incidents. (Well at least with Noel, but those are for another time.) Then it was ok to move me back into the bigger room. Well for a few years life was ok then we decided to move to NC in 1991.  Now understand Noel was a friend of my grandparent and my parents bought the house after he had passed from his sister. Now ever since that decision was made small things started to happen again.  Like my nightmares grew in intensity again and the air about the house started to feel I don’t know creepy.  It wasn’t until one day I came home from being out with my friends did I understand why. I had come home and the door was unlocked to my house.  This wasn’t unusual because like I said we lived in a small house.

From the moment that I walked in the house you could sense the house was a little darker then what it usually was and I had already had that feeling on something not being right.  With my heart about going to jump out of my chest.  I asked… Mom?  Dad? Are you home?  I heard something move. So I asked. .. Nikki?  Is that you but instead of getting no answer I heard a man’s voice call my name.  A wave of fear rushed over my whole body and I was paralyzed for just a moment.  I heard someone whisper in my ear.  Get out of there and the fight or flight feeling took over.  I said well I guess no one is home and b-lined it out the door.  I found out later that nothing was disturbed in the house so it couldn’t have been an intruder.  Plus in the town I was from things like crime really didn’t happen.  My mom and dad went into the next town over which was minimum 30 min away so they weren’t home.  My lil sister, she was playing with the next door neighbors kids while my neighbor baby sat her.  Since we moved out no one has been able to occupy that house for more then 6 mo at a time. Some of them had been happily married when they moved in and now they are divorced.  It is strange.  I never did find out if it was Noel we upset for moving or was he the one who warned me to get out.  Maybe some day I will get the chance to find out.

I have many more stories to submit but for another time.  I hope you enjoyed my true encounter with my personal own sandman.

Written by Melissa Creaser, Copyright 2009