Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

In the summer of 2009, shortly after my kids and I moved into our townhome, I noticed strange things happening. At first it was just little things, doors would open and close, and lights would go on and off. Then one night after the kids were asleep, I sat in the living room watching TV. I could hear noises coming from the kitchen, it sounded like silverware clanking together. When I went to the kitchen, the noise had stopped but I noticed my silverware drawer was open. I hadn’t left it like that. I checked on the kids, still in bed asleep.

The next morning I talked to a friend of mine who used to live in my townhouse and she said things like that happened when she lived their also. She had named him Wilbur only because her husband didn’t like her referring to it as a ghost.

That night I took my kids to DQ and when we came home, our hands full, the front door just opened. Once inside, I checked the door, the knob was still locked. I sat the kids down and asked them if they’d seen anything weird. My twelve year old hadn’t but my eight year old had.

That night as I tucked my twelve year old into bed, I heard my son say, “Goodnight Wilbur” I went to his room and questioned him. He said Wilbur was standing at the end of his bed and when he said goodnight, Wilbur walked over to his closet and disappeared. This happened every night for two weeks.

I started seeing more and more of Wilbur. At night when the kids were in bed and I was watching TV, I’d see him almost every night at least twice. He’d be watching TV or just standing in the doorway to the living room. He never tried to hurt us, but it was scary all the same.

Then one night I when I put the kids to bed my eight year old asked me if I’d lay with him until he fell asleep (he wasn’t feeling well). Well I fell asleep too. I woke an hour later to this intense feeling of being watched. I sat up and at the end of my son’s bed was Wilbur. A feeling of dread washed over me. I ran to the top of the stairs and I could smell smoke.

I ran to the kitchen, thinking I must have left the stove or a burner on. Nothing. I turned slightly as I watched Wilbur open the basement door. Smoke poured out. I ran downstairs. I had left the dryer on. I couldn’t find the source of the smoke but I unplugged the dryer. That night, I couldn’t sleep. Twice I saw Wilbur in the living room, once I even said thank you to him. I truly believe he saved our lives. We haven’t seen anything of Wilbur since that night. He’s no longer with us.

Sent in by Krista, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com