Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I’m 22 years old and had a frightful set of experiences when I used to live in a small town in northern U.S.A. When I was about thirteen years old, my parents had decided to move out of the cities into a smaller town in the country.

The whole mess had started out bad, but nothing I considered paranormal at first. Our new home to be was a manufactured one that would be moved and set onto a new foundation on the land my parents had purchased. It was a very beautiful home. Everything was custom to what my parents and I had picked out, everything from the wallpaper and carpets to the kitchen layout. The house was similar to a trailer home in its setup. It was only one story and long. We came in through the garage which lead to an open laundry area connected to the kitchen. To the right in the kitchen was a door that lead to my parents bedroom and bathroom. The dining room was next and the living room to the right. Then there was a hallway which lead to my bathroom, a spare bedroom and my room at the end. My room and the spare room where right across from one another. I was very excited to have a big room all to myself since my brother and sister had moved out before we moved.

The people in charge of making the foundation had a lot of problems making the deadline. We had to be put up into a hotel for a few weeks while they finished it. Our belongings were put into storage and our family was in a dog breeding business so we had to find a place for the dogs to stay too. My parents breed a few different breeds, Miniature Doberman Pinchers, standard and toy Poodles and we had a few American Eskimo dogs. It was a lot of dogs to find boarding for. The boarding place turned out to be a bad one and the dogs ended up becoming very ill. One died the day we moved in. Her name was Bonkers and she was a very good and sweet dog. She was a rescue from a puppy mill, the place we got her from had rescued her and several others we owned. It was a sad day. We eventually found out what was making the dogs sick and were able to give them medication to get rid of it. It was a long battle with their illness, but we did win it. We lost so many dogs during that period of time.

We thought that was the beginning of the end of our problems, but things only got worse. The company we had purchased the house from had gone back on their contract several times which cost my family a lot of money. I was going through a very rough period in my life and was depressed almost all of the time. I blamed my problems on anything else and began to dabble in ‘magic’ for fun. I had a friend who claimed to know spells and I became interested. Once I started it was what I thought to be harmless. Good spells I suppose. It didn’t take long before I turned my back on my faith and tried performing Black magic spells, one’s that would inflict harm on others. I am not proud of this. I would do just about anything to go back and stop myself from doing those things. This was around the time that everything that could have gone wrong, did. My mother was constantly getting sick, so sick that she would lose her voice for days on end. Then I started to become sick with chronic bronchitis and ear infections. Our foundation began to leak every time it rained and flooded our basement. My mother, father and I were always fighting. My mother was becoming so stressed that she threatened to leave us both (She never did).

We were all unhappy and I had tried to take my own life once, by overdose on my medications and some aspirin. I survived, which I thank God for. I should have died. I never went to the hospital but I had tremendous stomach pain and my body shook like I was going through withdrawals. Everyone seemed like different people. My dad and I had never fought like we did when we were in that house. Then the worst thing of all happened. My dad became ill. He almost died. My mom came home from work when I was at school and she found him on the bed. He was not responding and his body was very cold. My mom took him to the bathroom and put him in the tub to warm his body with hot water while she called for help. It turned out that he had hyperactive thyroid disease and was going to need help to fix it. Basically, his body was attacking itself and causing his metabolism to skyrocket. He wasted away so quickly that my mother and I had hardly noticed. He was weighing in at under 100 pounds. During that time, I re-found my faith and was saved at a wonderful church. My dad got better and his over active thyroid was cured. My family seemed to be getting back on track and becoming close again.

Then things started to happen in the house, rather than my family members. It happened to my parents first. I was away at a friends house for the night and they had decided to watch a movie together in the living room. This was their first night alone together in a long time and they wanted to make the best of it. While they were watching the movie, my dad saw a small black dog run by the living room. It ran from the end of the house that the spare bedroom and my bedroom where, toward the other end where the door from the garage was. My dad didn’t think anything of it at that moment, because some of the miniature pinchers where in the spare bedroom. So he got up and went to get the dog and put them back in the room. My mom stayed in the living room to watch if the dog came by her way again. My dad looked all over in that area of the house and couldn’t find which dog it was, so he went into the bedroom to find out who had gotten out. The door to the bedroom was closed and after he went in and checked, saw that all the dogs where still in there and in their kennels. He shrugged it off and they went back to watching the movie. Then the dog went by again. Running in the same direction as before, from the spare bedroom to the garage door. My dad once again got up and checked, only to be met with the same results. No dog at the one end, and all the others still in their kennels with the door closed. They watched the rest of the movie but the dog kept running by. Always in the same direction. This freaked my parents and me out a bit, but not enough to make us want to leave or anything.

The next problem was focused on my end of the house. My whole room suddenly lost power. The light wouldn’t turn on and all the electrical outlets didn’t have power either. The rest of the house worked fine. So I ended up running an extension cord from the spare bedroom to mine in order to have light, but the light bulb would either go out or explode at seemingly random times. Nothing like that happened in any other room. My parents had a friend come over to check the fuse box and power lines in our house to find out what the problem was. He couldn’t figure out why that was happening. He said the fuse box was fine, but the wiring of the house was very strangely set up, but nothing that appeared as though it would cause something like that to happen.

Then I saw something one night that scared me more than anything ever had. It was a rainy night and I had my window open to watch the rain and feel the cool breeze. My bed was right under my window so it was very comfortable. I was looking at the sky and around at the trees until I looked over to the other end of the house. The garage light was on and shined on our dirt driveway. I saw something that looked as though it was standing right where the light from the garage began to fade. It was black, like a shadow and didn’t appear to have a face. It had the upper body of a human body, but no legs. It was like the legs weren’t there and it’s lower torso just faded. It was turned in a way that either it was facing me or had its back turned to me, I couldn’t see just which one it was, but I was so petrified and just felt like it was looking at me. I don’t know how long I stared at it before I got off my bed and turned on every light in the house and called one of my friends. My parents were working the night shift at the nearby casino on that night, otherwise I would have gone to them. I hid in the bathroom and cried to my friend much of the night and didn’t fall asleep until almost morning on our living room couch.

Not long after that my family moved out of the house. We left a lot of things behind and I think the house may still be abandoned there. We did return about a year later in the winter to get something we had left behind. I can’t remember exactly what we came to get, but what I do remember was that the house had ice on almost everything. The floor cracked when you walked because the ice was breaking. We didn’t leave anything open but it could have been because the foundation would leak. I’m not sure if that could be an explanation.

I know what I saw that one night and my parents had the incident with the dog, but I’m still unsure as to whether or not there was something bad in that house, if everything was connected or just a series of really bad events. If there was, I don’t know if it had been there or I had let something in when I was fooling with things I shouldn’t have. All I know for absolute sure is that that house contains the most painful and scary of memories for me. I’m happy to say that my family and I are happy now and after we moved our problems went back to being the small normal ones.

Written by Lili, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com