Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

From the time of infancy to my fourteen years of life, I was raised by a single father. He always partied on the weekends so my Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays were well spent with Grandma Ly. I grew to love and hate her house at the same time. Ironic huh?

Well, I loved that house in the daytime. The energy was so positive and life fulfilling and happy. Grandma had big tree’s to climb in the front yard and had lots of running space in the back yard. She lived in a peaceful suburban neighborhood with nice people, which was a different setting from the ghetto apartment that me and my dad lived in.

When the sun would be up and out I had no issue with the place what-so-ever. But when the sun went down, the house’s energy would turn negative to suit the un-rested spirit that hid in the garage, only to roam the house at night. Grandma Ly’s house is the place where I birthed my fear of the dark. I had to sleep in the room next to the garage. I used to hear tapping and scratching at night. The guest bed was placed next to the wall that separates the room from the garage. I used to cry myself to sleep at night because I was scared of being alone. I used to feel watched at the young age of five.

When I was nine years old, I was attacked by that entity during my sleep. The physical pain was so light that it did not wake me up. While I was taking a hot shower, I felt a stinging sensation on my belly. As I looked at my stomach, I noticed 9 scratch marks developing in the heat. I was terrified because I knew that I didn’t inflict them on myself. I noticed one set of scratches coincidentally were formed in the atheist “A” symbol, with 3 ragged lines surrounding the A shape. I immediately showed my grandmother the marks and she looked at me and said nothing.

Sadly enough, when I was 14 years old, my little cousin died in the bayou behind Grandma Ly’s House. She sold the house 4 years ago but I think the spirit followed us to her new house. I think my little cousin was drowned by the entity because Vincent was so hyper. I remember my aunt telling me that she caught him fighting on the bed yelling like a ninja. When she asked “Vincent, what are you doing?” he then replied, “I’m fighting with the old man.”

We don’t really talk about him, or the house much but I can’t shake the feeling of something watching me at Grandma Ly’s new house. Just recently when I was home alone, the aroma of whiskey and second hand smoke pierced my nose while I was watching TV. My grandfather passed when I was 9. When he was alive, I used to remember his house smelling just like that.

Two months later, I had a terrifying dream while I took a little cat nap.

While I am awake, I place myself on my back, with my hands cupped together and over my stomach. Once I feel comfortable, I begin to close my eyes and drift off into LaLa Land.

As soon as I begin dreaming, I notice that I am in the same position that I fell asleep in. My hands are even placed in the same way and I am wearing the same pajamas. The only difference is my eyes are open in the dream. I look to the right side of my wall only to find two big black shadows fighting each other. I am stuck and cannot move. I get so scared that I wake myself up.

And when I do re-gain consciousness, I open my eyes. My reality is the same setting as the dream when I feel asleep, only the shadows are gone. I swear it was like falling asleep in reality only to wake up dreaming. The time span of the dream was like I just open and shut my eyes. I was so shocked. I kept blinking my eyes in dismay just wondering what happened to me. The dreaming scenario did not change from my waking state of mind to my dreaming state of mind, but I know for sure my eyes were shut closed when I fell asleep. I was only taking a cat nap but my body felt like I was awake the whole time.

And shortly after that incident, I remember being in my room one day, struggling to take in oxygen. Out of no where I caught my self taking deep breathes for a good 10 minutes, to the point where my head starts buzzing. I didn’t know what to do. The thought of praying seemed so far away that I forgot to. The sensation passed another five minutes later and I left the house as soon as possible.

I know and acknowledge Jesus as my savior now. During that period when the spirits were haunting me, I fell into a deep depression, so I know they were preying on my sorrows. But now that I have His Love forever in my heart, I have not had any more issues to tell of.

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