Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This happened to me and my brother in 2004, when I was 15. A little back story is required. There is a spot in the woods below my house called Indian Rock. Local legend says a Cherokee Chiefs daughter loved a warrior and when he died in battle she leaped to her death into the creek about 40 feet below. Now if you go there on a full moon you can hear he scream and see her walk out of the cliff face below into the creek. I’ve been there many nights and seen and heard it

So we decided in our utter brilliance to bring a Ouija board up there and see what happened.  We talked to a couple spirits and than one who caught our attention. Claimed to be my father, he died when I was 12. As we got to talking we realized something wasn’t right. The spirit did not speak like my father and even said some things that were completely wrong. Decided this wasn’t who they said they were we closed out the conversation. When we did this our campfire shot 15 feet in the air and burned a brilliant green color.  We realized it was time to go home and we ran like hell let me tell you.

Over the next few weeks we had nightmares and things started going weird around the house. Stuff moving around, shadows appearing out of no where. Especially weird were the voices we would hear, low hissing voices saying our names. I decided the best thing to do would be to get rid of the board. We took it up the street and threw it in the dumpster. When we got home it was sitting on my bed. We thought somebody was playing tricks on us so we took it and tied it to a cinder block to it and chucked it into the river. Thinking that was the end of it we went home. And sure as I’m sitting here with chills typing this, it was laying on my bed, soaking wet. At this point we didn’t know what to do, in a last ditch effort we made a bonfire and tossed it in.  The damn board sat there in the fire and didn’t even get a scorch mark on it.

We had exhausted all our ideas and the dreams and occurrences were getting worse and we knew it was only a matter of time. Finally we broke down and told our Pastor what had happened. He told us to give him the board and he blessed the house and we got baptized again. I don’t know what he did with and quite frankly I don’t care. But the dreams have stopped except for the occasional one but that may be just from the sheer trauma of the experience. However occasionally when I see something that’s not there or hear a voice that doesn’t belong to any one. Sounds ridiculous and if I hadn’t been there I’d probably never believe, but it happened. And I’ll never forget…..

Sent in by Seth Clayton, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com