Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

When I was young my dad was in the military so we moved around a lot, this time we ended up in California living next to a spooky house that everyone said was haunted. The house next to us wasn’t haunted, it was the one I was living in.

One night my little brother asked if I would get a stuffed animal for him to sleep with, there was a weird feeling in the air that night as if someone was watching me. I remember jumping off the top bunk and running to the hall closet to get him one and running back. It wasn’t like this was the first time getting him an animal out of the closet but the first time I had this feeling.

The next night I was laying in bed when a dark figure walked by my door, my first thought was a car lights but then I remember that my room had a 12 foot wall behind it and there was no light from the highway that could have reflected into my room. Anyway I remember getting a chill that ran up and down my spine and I threw the covers over my head.

The next night I was awakened by someone calling my name, I looked and the shadow passed by again but then it turned around and stood at my doorway, it looked like a soldier from the Vietnam era in his jungle uniform. This guy didn’t seem very happy and he just glared at me, I couldn’t stop looking at him, and then he told me to get out of his room. I told my parents and they just marked it up as a bad dream and that the fact my dad was in the Army and a Vietnam veteran and that I had seen pictures of him in his uniform. I tried to explain that it wasn’t a dream but that feel on deaf ears.

About three nights later I was awakened by this voice again, this entity was very angry and told me that if I didn’t leave that it would hurt someone in my family, the next morning my older brother was unable to walk, he had no feeling from the waist down for three days. The doctors pumped him full of antibiotics and said that they had no idea of why this happened. I told my mom that morning that the soldier told me that it would hurt someone, that is when my mother started to believe that something was going on.

Later the entity came back but this time he didn’t stay in the door way he came into the room and was laughing and telling me that I needed to leave. This was the first time I got a good look at him. I can remember smelling the cigarette he was smoking, his face had black smut on it and his ear had some blood on it, his helmet was tilted to the side, and he was wearing a t-shirt with a flak vest on and green fatigues. He looked like he was 19 or 20 and the only reason I remember all of this is because I was too scared to move or even close my eyes when he came into my room. I told my mom and she said that I needed to close my eyes and pray when I see him or if he walks into the room.

The next time he came around I was asleep in my bed when I felt someone shaking the bed violently, my first thought was it was my dad trying to get me up, as I rolled over it was the soldier setting on the foot of my bed, I threw the covers over my face  and started to pray. It ripped the covers off my face and told me that praying wasn’t going to do me any good, I screamed as loud as I could but it was as if nothing came out, I knew I screamed but not even my little brother on the bottom of the bed heard me.  It started yelling at me about not listening to him when he told me to leave; I can still smell that cigarette and this took place over 30 years ago.  It got very agitated with me when I threw the covers over my head again and started beating on me screaming that I look at him when he was talking, I just prayed and prayed until it stopped hitting me.

The next morning when I got up and walked into the dining room for some breakfast my mom ran up to me and asked if I had fallen off the bed last night because I had bruises all over my legs back and arms, I told her that the soldier had hit me last night and was saying bad words and yelling at me. My mom tried explaining to my dad what was happening to me but he just couldn’t believe it, he would go to work at night and have to come home to this.  This is where he became a believer.

One night when he wasn’t working the soldier came back into my room, this time is was furious, throwing things, yelling and cursing, shaking my bed, I saw his eyes glowing red,  I threw the covers over my face again but this time I heard my dad say  “what is going on?” I pulled the covers down my dad could see the fear in my eyes he looked around the room only to discover that my dresser was turned upside down with everything placed as it should be if it were the right side up. My little brother woke up as if nothing had happened.

My dad moved use into his room and the next day we had a priest come over and bless the house. It doesn’t stop there, when my dad left for work one night my mom said that the entity entered her room and was very upset that we had tried to have him removed from his house. My mom said she dropped to her knees and started praying to God that he would remove this evil spirit from the house that it would leave her boys alone, she said that it look like a tornado in the room with everything whirling around she said that she continued to pray until it stopped. We moved out of the house the next day.

Later as I grew up I asked my mom if she remember what had happened and she said “yes” That was for me to open up the conversation about ghost and spirits.  She told me that when she was little and very sick that an angel came to her and told her that she would be alright and that it wasn’t her time to go.  My mom told me that the only other time she saw that angel was that night after the evil destroyed her room, the angel told her that it was better if we left that house and that was the reason moved.

My mother also told me stories that made me think that maybe we were sensitive. I remember when my Grandfather died and my uncles came to tell us, my mom was waiting at the door for them and when they knocked she opened the door and said dads’ dead. She later told me that she was visited by him about 20 minutes before they came telling her that he loved her and that everything was ok.

I have had two of my friends visit me as well after they had died. I know that this is real and the thought of dead people contacting me still scares the heck out of me. I block a lot of things out. When I have that feeling that comes over me like a tidal wave I just start thing of something else. I am scared to allow myself to embrace this gift/nightmare because I feel if I open myself up again to all the spirits that want to talk that the soldier might walk back in as well ~ Jay.

Written by Jesse James, Copyright 2009