Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My name’s Tracy. I’m 15 years old and am a strong believer in supernatural stuff, but now I wish I wasn’t. A few months ago I spent the week in a army barrack with cadets. I know it was used in the wars. When I was in the barracks with people I felt ok but with a weird tingle that scared me and when I was alone in one of he rooms I was shaking I was terrified.

When I got home I started having these strange dreams it was always the same a ghost of a woman and a man, the man dressed in a army uniform the woman in a long white dress. The dreams would start with me being with a group of friends or my family then the ghosts would turn up and we’d all scatter and run as far as we can.

Sometimes it would be a field id end up or castle whatever I knew the friend liked the most and it would just me and the friend. The male ghost stood there and laughed, the most evil laugh ever and the woman would tie down my friend and disembowel them alive or chop their heads off always leaving me watching them paralyzed with shock.

I couldn’t understand why these ghosts would torture my friends and then kill them. it all seemed so unreal I thought it was just dreams but that didn’t make me understand why I was freezing all the time or whenever I was in my room I felt unwelcome and guilty like id done something.

When I would tell people id feel physically sick and sometimes heave and I still didn’t understand why. The one day in school as I was telling my closest friend Alex about the dreams, it felt like it was happening again , this was one of the sunniest days this year and it was boiling but then the sun went in, the sky turned from a clear blue to a dirty grey, thinking it was going to rain we went and stood under a bridge connecting 2 parts of the school together. I’d got to bit where Alex died and then a piece of blue metal fell from the bridge missing Alex and me by no more then an inch. We both jumped and looked up but couldn’t find anywhere it could have come from after taking the metal to caretaker he got his ladders out and tried to find out where it was from but couldn’t. After the blue metal had dropped the sky went clear again but I couldn’t shake the feeling I was being watched.

Later that night I got into my room and had the worst dream yet. There was more ghosts then ever before about 10 or 12. It started off the same with us all running only this time I was running on my own I ended up in my favorite place ever the hills in the countryside and all but 3 of the ghosts started swooping down at me, hitting me and laughing then at the side lines I saw them my three diseased grandparents pointing and laughing and one of them my granddad was in the RAF in WW2 he was in his uniform just laughing. I was crying  hysterically and they wouldn’t stop laughing then the other ghost backed away a my Nan and two granddads came up to me thinking they were going to console me I ran for them.

They pushed me down and started clawing at me. Ripping the flesh from my skin and eating my insides like animals. I don’t no how but I was still alive as they moved up to my head and ate my brain then stepped back and laughed I was in torture and didn’t know what was happening. Then I saw the worst sight ever, the sight that’s burnt its way into my eyes my grandparents disemboweling themselves and laughing as they kill themselves over and over again. I woke up just as I was about to take my last breath and found myself falling on the floor off my bed. I got myself up off the floor and looked at my stomach and it was red with scratch marks on it and my leg was bleeding in the same spot it bled when they pushed me down.

My rooms bin haunted for ages I’ve always had a friendly ghost, every now and then id hear a breath and footsteps and whenever I was upset I would feel something sitting on the end of my bed and every now and again it would push a teddy towards to me. I’ve liked having him around( or I think its a he) but since I’ve had that really bad dream its gone and the dreams still happen but only when I’m in my room.

Sometimes the people I see in the dreams will get hurt the next day, I saw my other best friend Ellie in one and the next day she went all depressed and got home and cut herself but she was perfectly happy before then. I also think these dreams are making me ill since they have started I’ve bin throwing up, getting migraines, random flues that last a day and go, stomach cramps, I also ill still wake up with cuts, scratches bruises that I have no idea where there from.

I just want them to stop  its like their killing me from the inside. could anyone help me.

This is all true and I do really need help.

Written by Tracy Ann Shilton, Copyright 2009