Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I lost my grandma at 11 years old, yeah I know what you’re all thinking, she was just a grandma, but we were very close and she was only 48 years old and she had 2 daughters that were only 13 and 15 when she died (which are my aunts). And her other 3 kids were my dad (34 years old at the time), and my older aunts (28, and 29 at the time).

I know you’re all wondering how that works, well my grandma had my dad at a young age, she was only 14. Anyway she died from a gene-related disease which my dad also has along with one of his sisters.

Anyway, when I’m sad I seemingly get the average chills and sometimes I even feel like I’m getting touched in my arm (referring to possibly by my grandma). But besides that in “my” glory days I remember we were sleeping in my grandmas new house and we heard something in the dining room, so everyone got up and whispered to each other. We saw nothing, but it was seemingly cold on such a warm night inside the house.

I never liked that house at night, especially my aunt Avery and Raquel’s room, Avery claimed to have seen something in the basement but strided herself too fast up them stairs to verify what it was.

When I was even younger at about 7 years old, I remember my grandma was living in the old Dayton Street family heritage house (about 100 years old) and it would just feel and look very very creepy, especially after I heard the story that my mom told me happened to her:

“she was somewhere upstairs of the place when she heard the distinct powerful sound of footsteps, she described that the shoes were likely boots, it actually sounded so real that she went to check herself. She was alone in the house at the time, but when she went to check, nothing at all was up there. She even called ‘hello’ but nothing answered.”

I believe it was likely the ghost of one of my grandma’s passed away family members that has also lived there their whole life. That is not nearly the only claims of noises and cold spots there, everyone that was living there has their own experiences. My dad seemingly didn’t believe in ghosts until recently, but he lived there all his life until he met my mom at 18 when they got their own apartment. I’m sure he has had his share of experiences there but he just don’t like to talk about it.

I myself has had no such of a powerful experience except one cold evening when I was 5 years old in about 2003 when my parents wanted to go out with some friends. They dropped me off at about 2:00 in the morning at the dark quiet Dayton Street house basically alone with only my grandpa and aunt Sarah that were sleeping as hard as a rock.

As I walked up to the room with thankfully my parents bringing me up there they asked “do you want to sleep in the room with grandpa, or in the other empty room?” To this day I don’t know why, but I said “in the empty room.” As I sat on the floor with only the smallest blanket I’ve ever seen to warm myself, I sat in front of the TV, and they just left me there.

I wasn’t scared until I heard the faint sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs. My parents were long gone and if it was my grandpa or Sarah they would of said “are you awake?” So I closed my eyes, put the blanket above my head (that could barely cover my whole body) and I just sat there like any kid would think and thought if I didn’t move it wouldn’t see or bother me. I felt it’s presence in the room. I could feel it staring at me, but I didn’t say anything, in fact I don’t remember hearing it leave the room so somehow I just fell asleep. But I do strongly believe something was going on in there that cant be explained.

On behalf of the present day I hope one day in my life time that my grandma will show her presence enough to make me know she will always be with me.

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