Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My sister’s ninth birthday is an occasion I’ll never forget because of a wonderful little tormentor from Hell. During the events of her birthday party my mother made my sister promise that no matter how tempting the gifts were she wouldn’t open them until all the guests left because my mother worried that with kids being kids my sister might say something about a present that’d offend one of the guests.

Needless to say my mother was visibly upset when she spotted my sister happily cuddling a white bear as she blew out the candles on her cake. Now that was rather strange because my sister is a girl of her word; she has never broken a promise. Still I reasoned that what with kids at her age trying to be autonomous and all, and to top it all off with it being her birthday, her excitement got the better of her and she couldn’t help but open one.

I was taken aback though when later on at the party I had kindly asked her why she disobeyed mum. She protested saying that she didn’t open the gift because somebody else had. I didn’t know what to make of that because it sounded plausible, even if it was odd.

It’s because in our culture people are heavily into the supernatural realm as part of our religion states that jinns are very much real. Although I believed in them I was more or less a facts and science person; for me just about everything could be explained, and not always accounted to the jinns or supernatural beings.

That stupid bear though really changed my mind, I can tell you that much! I hate its guts to this day and age, therefore I’m really glad my uncle destroyed that thing! Of course I wouldn’t have had him destroy if it hadn’t caused us a good deal of grief (so in a way it was, ironically, it’s own undoing). That bear seemed to know I hated him because things were starting to take a turn for the worse in my life. Since finals were around the corner that semester I started to lose my books a lot or find some of my more crucial papers from university lectures would be torn. Fine. Maybe Blacky tore them up out of frustration? But then the electricity in my room ould act berserk, particularly the little TV in my room which would always freeze on this stupid music channel I can’t stand or how things would be knocked off their surface or fly across the room.  If that wasn’t bad enough my dreams would always turn violent and disturbing at some point which never happened before.

Even my cat suffered to some extent because Blacky was always uneasy around that bear, which did little to ease matters. I didn’t touch a hair on that thing though until my cousin came over for a few weeks in summer since her parents traveled. We’d always do stupid things to amuse ourselves so naturally I was inspired one night to seek revenge on that demonic toy. Me being the wonderful and kind sister that I am, I decided to give that bear a makeover by making it wear a good deal of makeup. The humiliation wasn’t enough and so my cousin decided to streak its snow white fur pink because the bear was going through a “confused stage.” Of course Mr. Bear wouldn’t drop matters; immediately after my cousin started to suffer a lot as her laptop crashed. Nothing could explain why because she strictly used it for note taking and other stuff for university; she didn’t have wireless on her laptop either, so naturally she couldn’t download, and it’s not like she left the thing on for hours on end so her hard drive could overheat and crash. As if that wasn’t enough, Mr. Bear didn’t stop there.

My cousin told me that she always felt like someone was watching her and that she started to have disturbing dreams as well. It wasn’t until she went into detail about one particular dream that always stood out for her, about this eerie old white cement house abandoned in an empty alleyway of one of our old towns – exact details like a dream that I also had. Coincidence? Maybe because that house is an old design that’s fairly common in one of our town’s here. But why would we both dream of it and be disturbed by it?

I didn’t think much of matters until when my sister started to get bored with the bear, especially after getting a new Barbie for doing so well in school, that she started to suffer too. It was that bear’s signature style: her toys would end up being tossed about, wind up in the other rooms, or how her Barbie’s clothes would all be missing or torn. It wasn’t until she got terribly ill and used that stupid bear for comfort that she just magically happened to get better. That was the final straw.

When my sister was out playing with her friends I approached the bloody thing and warned it that if it laid another finger on my sister I’d make it regret everything it’s done. I suddenly felt like screaming though because it just lightly laughed and said “we’ll see.” I didn’t know what to do. I’d read online about exorcisms and how they were done, but I didn’t want to chance things – what if the thing possessed me instead? What if I made matters worse?

The circulating fears were too much so I finally decided to approach my uncle instead. As he was a Sheikh, the Arab equivalent of a Priest I believe, he’d definitely know what to do. So I drove over to his home and told him about everything that had happened. I was honestly worried because I didn’t know if he’d believe me, but fortunately he did because he could tell how worried I was and because he did sense a weird presence at our home as of late. My Uncle the hero really saved our skins because he took the thing away and destroyed it.

Again I doubted if the thing might have been real, that maybe it was a string of coincidences and I had an over-active imagination, but when my uncle told me about how the thing screamed and writhed in pain… that did little to comfort me, honestly.

I swear to this day and age I hate teddy bears with a passion and honestly can’t stand the site of them. I have no idea who the hell gave my sister that toy either, but when I find out I swear that person is going to regret it.

Sent in by Fati A., Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com