Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My family and I moved into a neighborhood which had some recently renovated apartment buildings. Before the renovation the apartments were large projects that had lots of crimes, drugs, murders. They were beautiful now and we had a large 4 bedroom with 2 baths, a long hallway, large living room, dining and kitchen. We lived up stairs. By the way, this was in the 80s. Back during that time there were child murders happening in Atlanta, so people were very aware and scared for our children.

After living there for a while, I can’t recall how long strange things started happening. We have 4 kids at home, one was our 3 yr old daughter, 3 older sons. We would sit in the living room watch TV, all lights off if it was good movie. I sat on the couch facing the long hallway and saw something from the corner of my eye. Thought it was one of the kids, looked around and noticed they were all still in front of me watching TV. I thought nothing of it. Another night, same thing happened. This time I was staring down the hall and couldn’t see anything but darkness. I let it go, never told my wife and kids. One day we had visitors. This was in the daytime. Parts of the apartment can be pretty dark even in the day, but bright enough to see anything. No one was home, my kids were all in school, the youngest one and her mom were at my mother in-law as usual. Some of the guys came home from work with me for lunch. One sat on the couch. 5 minutes later he said, “Is somebody home?” I said “no, why?” He said he could have sworn he had seen some one walk across the hall. My heart sank… I didn’t mention anything about what I had seen the other nights. But at that point I knew then my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. I went down the hall, looking in each room and saw nothing.

One night I went down the hall going to bed from watching TV all night. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall. The kids kept their doors open, and we had a spare bed room. I passed the spare bedroom and thought I saw someone… I backed up and saw no one… once I started walking again I thought I saw them again. I passed my daughter’s room and again thought I saw someone. Again, I backed up and saw nothing. This happened a few times. One day my son came to us and said he got up for water and was walking down the hall, and thought he saw someone walking with him from one room to the next. You could imagine how I felt then. All of this is scary, but nothing took the cake until one night my wife and I heard my daughter in her room talking. We went in, and asked her who was she talking to. She had mentioned  a little girl who was a cousin of ours, who had suddenly passed away as a child. My wife and I looked at each other… and was wondering what we should do, because we believed in kids seeing the dead. Just didn’t want her to have to go thru it. Other nights we would hear things in her room, walk in and she was sound asleep. We put a bible at the head of her bed one night. Someone had told us if we read a certain scripture, and placed the bible over her head with that page open, then whatever it was visiting her would go away. I just had a strange feeling this was no visit from a little cousin. We placed the bible on a little shelf over her head, went into our bedroom… 5 minutes later you can hear the leaves flipping slowly. We ran in and she was sound asleep but the bible had closed.

Can’t remember how long after this that we had moved. What the hell was I thinking I don’t know, but we moved into an OLD OLD house. Not only was it old as hell, but it was freezing! We were young, it was cheap. We didn’t know any better. Should have known. My daughter would see things in the closet. She saw belts on the couch that were snakes to her. We thought she was sick and had her evaluated. Nothing was wrong with her. She still mentioned her cousin who had passed away. My daughter had a tricycle she loved. We would put it in the outside cellar after she was done riding it everyday. We one say I was about to put it up and told her it was time to come in and time to put her tricycle up. She said ok, but {blank-to keep from saying her name} wants to ride, please don’t put it in the cellar. I gave her a look, but didn’t want to be cruel saying she can’t ride because she’s dead. I said okay baby, I’ll leave it out so she can ride. We went inside, and I left it alone for a few hours. Later I decided to go out so I can put it up. The tricycle was nowhere where I left it. In fact it took me 5 minutes to find it. It was on the side of the house. I was creeped out. Grabbed it and threw it in the basement. I would have thought another kid came by and rode it but we lived up on a hill…and near a hundred stairs were climbed to get to our front yard. So no. Plus there were no other kids around.

This story is pretty long. I’ll come back and update later… but I just wanted to share that with you guys before I became and old man and forgot.

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