Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I live in a town in Northern Minnesota.  We have many, paranormal events that happen here. Our town is located on the shores of a pretty big lake.  The land has been occupied by a small tribe of Native American Indians for the past forty thousand years or so.

My grandma lived in a small two bedroom trailer home located on some land that our family lived on for the last hundred years or so.  She has a forest for a back yard.  The trailer house was fairly new, maybe about seven years old or so.  Nobody ever died in it or got hurt there.

I decided to pay a visit to dear old Grandmother one day in early Spring.  I drove down the dirt road, pulled up in the driveway and honked the horn twice to announce that I was coming.  The old people can tell who’s car is coming just by the way the horn sounds.

I didn’t see Grandmothers car so I was just about to pull out when I noticed the curtains move.  I saw a tall guy with a white t-shirt on.  He was holding the curtains apart and bending down to get a good look at who was there.  I thought, oh good, my cousin Timothy is here.  That must mean Grandma’s here too.  So, I go to the door and knock a couple of times.  I didn’t hear anything.  I didn’t hear the television or the radio.  I thought it was strange but I opened the door and went in anyway thinking that Timothy was there.  I hollered for Timothy but didn’t get an answer, the house was dead quiet.  I walked all through the house but nobody was there. I thought, maybe he went out the back door, but when I checked the door it was blocked by boxes filled with books.  So nobody could go out that way.  I began to feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I began feeling like somebody was standing right behind me. I took off out of that house so fast.  Right when I came out, my Gram was coming down the road in her car, and guess who was driving her?

Written by Christine May copyright 2008