Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Well I actually have two stories to tell, both when I was little and told to me by my mom.  But one I remember because I was part of it.

The first story I am telling was told by my mom and dad. When I was little like two years old, my parents were raising two boys that I consider brothers even though they were never blood. We lived in this house in Baltimore, Maryland. One night after putting the three of us to bed, my mom and dad were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee. Dad had to be at work in a few hours or something like that.  Anyways they were sitting at the table and the three of us were in bed, when mom starting hearing someone say, “Aunt Teen Help me,” mom right away thought one of the kids were awake. Yes I called my mom something other then mom due to what my two brothers called her and my cousins. Well after the third time of hearing this child calling her, mom got dad to get all three of us kids to see who was calling her. They realized all three were sound asleep so they woke us all up and brought us next to them in the kitchen and watched. They heard it again and neither of our lips were moving. My mom said my one brother literally jumped and cleared our big table that was like 6 feet long and the rest of us took off out the door. They found out later that the boy was cooked in the oven of that house. And that’s who was calling and asking her to help him.

Second one was when I was about five years old maybe a little older, but we lived in the city of Baltimore. My baby brother (biological) and I were outside playing with friends one day. When I looked up at the house down the road from us and saw a little boy at the window watching us. I heard him talking to me and at the time I didn’t understand but I asked him to come out to play with us and he said he couldn’t, being a child I asked him why and he said he just couldn’t leave the house. Well I ran back to my mom and asked her to go talk to this boys mommy and daddy to let him come out to play and she was like what little boy. I took her to the house and showed her where he was standing. I saw him but she didn’t. She talked to the people that lived there about their little boy and the lady said they didn’t have any kids but told my mom about how at night they were losing covers off their beds and hearing a boy say how cold he was. One night the covers slid off their bed and they heard him say, “I’m cold,” they followed the covers with nothing holding them to the back room where I saw him at. The little boy froze to death in the house.

About a week ago I was out with my baby brother, we are both grown with our own kids now, when my 17 year old son calls me to tell me he heard a woman give an ear piercing scream in the basement of this house. I came home and went right down there and in the corner where he heard the scream I felt my hairs on my neck stand up, there was something there in that corner.

My five year old nephew, a few days later, saw a woman walk out of one of our bathrooms when he described her to my mom, my mom said it was our one Great Aunt. As I sat over my moms one day after all this I got the image in my head before she told me who it was and knew exactly what Aunt it was. Why she screamed I don’t know except this child is doing pot and thinks its alright to do? And she was trying to tell him otherwise?

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