Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

For many people here, the stories are of a solitary moment where a paranormal occurrence has happened to them; for me, it has happened since I was a child. I first started hearing a older man whisper my name, I was about twelve. I was up late on my computer listening to music through headphones when I distinctly heard someone call my name. I knew there was no way I had heard it through the song or anything else. My name is Kellyanne. I’d hear this voice all the time. Though it never frightened me I always figured it was the grandfather who died long before I was born. I’ve also heard my mother calling me, especially when we are out shopping and in different places in a store. I’d always come back up to her and ask if she was looking for me and every time her answer would be “yeah, why?”

I am twenty years old now, and my life has gotten even more interesting. When living in my first apartment with my boyfriend I instantly recognized a spirit already occupying the third floor attic apartment we were living in. It never bothered me so I just left things be. Why mess with something when it’s not bothering you, right? So one morning I couldn’t sleep so I was up at five cleaning. As I was cleaning a fan in the kitchen sink I looked over to my left and there was a man about six feet tall with blond hair and bright blue eyes leaning on the fridge watching me clean. I did a double take and he was gone. My boyfriend is about six feet tall as well, but has dark brown hair and brown eyes. There was no way it was him. He was still asleep in bed.

Now I am in my new apartment and one night as my boyfriend was working overnight I felt something poking at me. I figured at first it was just one of those twitching sensations muscles tend to do and shrugged it off. When I started getting “poked” in the exact same places over and over again I told who ever was there to either leave now or sit next to me and stop touching me. There was nothing malevolent about the poking it was something a little brother would do to bug you. I then get up to go into the kitchen for a drink, I feel the need to look behind me, and there standing a few feet from me in the kitchen was a tall black shadow. I don’t think it was a woman, it had a very masculine feeling to the stance and was around six feet again.

I have only once had a scary encounter with a spirit, but that is a story for another day.

Sent in by Kelly, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com