I submitted a story not to long ago called ‘My Dead Grandmother’. Nothing bad had ever happened to me before but now there is a ghost or spirit that scared me when I was staying at my friend Bethany’s new apartment.
The first time I saw the spirit I knew he wasn’t nice. He was about five ten and solid black. Me and Beth were playing Rock Band on her X-Box when I saw someone sitting on the couch. We were home alone her dad had to make a run to Bolivar, an all day trip. I did a double take and he was standing up. ‘Beth?’ I asked. ‘What?’ she snapped she was in the middle of a solo. ‘Who’s the man?’ ‘We call him Jack don’t worry he wont hurt you.’
I felt a little better, but later that day we were going to go swimming so I went to her room to get my swimsuit when her closet doors started opening and closing quickly and with a lot of force. I was freaked out a little and said firmly ‘Stop!’ and it stopped.
After we swam we came inside to get some lunch. I was sitting at her table when someone pushed my chair over! I smacked my head against the tile and passed out. According to Bethany I had been out for about two minutes and she was about to call her dad, I stopped her telling her I was okay. Other than a bump on my head I was fine but I was about ready to call my parents to come pick me up. I was sick of this.
The last straw was when ‘Jack’ pulled my hair. He kept yanking on it like a little kid might do. Bethany and I kept asking him to stop but he didn’t. I called my mom, now a lot more tolerant of me seeing ghosts, to come get me. I don’t think I will ever stay at Beth’s again.
Sent in by Kahlie, Copyright 2010