I was around 11 – 12 years old around the time this happened. I had never seen anything or heard anything growing up in this home up until this time of my age. My brother and I had shared a room together (he’s 6 years older than me) and he and I had bunk beds.
One night I had to get up to use the bathroom (Now I always had a habit of climbing off the foot of the bunk bed if I ever got up but a couple of nights before I had stepped on my brothers dangling feet so I was told to start getting off the side). As I was climbing off the side of the bed this night, I saw something white out of the corner of my eye as I looked over (mind you, the way the house was set up was my kitchen was right to the left of me as I’m climbing down) when I turned to look I saw a man sitting on what we Carolinians call a freezer locker/deep freezer. For the short amount of time that I was looking at him, he was looking straight ahead towards my kitchen window… and he then slowly turned to look directly at me.
I immediately jumped back in my bunk, peed myself and pulled the covers over my head shaking myself almost to death (after all, this was my first glimpse ever of a ghost). I didn’t know who this man was, I had never seen his face before. I looked at family photos and just never ran across his face.
Later in the same year, I had moved into my mom and dads room ( their room was HUGE)… I know, sounds kinda weird but at the time, not so much. I was sleeping one night in that room, my mom and dad as well when I woke up to see another man (not the same one, I remember the face of the first one) standing over me. He never said a word, he never moved towards me but I was scared to death. I tried to scream but absolutely nothing would come out of my mouth no matter how I tried.
I can still remember looking over towards my parents bed and they were fast asleep. Needless to say, my parents NEVER believed a word of any of my stories I told them. I guess they just chalked it up as I was a kid and my imagination was running wild.
This isn’t really the scariest of stories but it does have a weird catch to it (for me anyway). After seeing these two separate ghosts in my house I became deathly afraid to go to the bathroom by myself, I became afraid to go our barn outside and worst of all… the most bizarre was I had this recurring dream. It went like this:
I’d be sleeping and would wake up during the night to hear this man telling me I was going to die. I got up and followed it to my brothers room where in the mirror was this bald man laughing at me and telling me over and over I was dead. I looked in my brothers bed and nothing was there but his skeleton so I ran to my parents room and it was bones as well. The whole time, all I could hear was laughing from the man. I ran outside and the house went up in flames as I turned around. I turned back around to see my brother and parents pulling into the driveway and I’d wake up.
I had this dream for two years straight while we lived in this house. When we moved I never had it again. I just always thought that was weird how that dream occurred after I saw the ghosts and it happened every night till I moved out. I don’t know, I just thought I’d share it with you guys.
Sent in by Ronnie, Copyright 2008 TrueGhostTales.com