Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I’m not entirely sure if I’m just being over-imaginative about everything; according to some of my family and friends, I’m just over-reacting. For the record, We (my family) built this house eleven years ago so, naturally, I’ve always felt fairly secure knowing that the dead do not walk in there. However, when I was about thirteen, very weird things began to happen and over the past few months, they have steadily been growing worse.

When I was thirteen, I was in my school library (which was a very small room with four-foot high bookshelves making three rows) when I distinctly heard someone call my name. At first, I thought that someone was playing a joke, but upon further examination, I found that I was the only person in the library and no one were in the halls. As distinctly as I had heard it, I was willing to dismiss it as my imagination. For months afterwards, I would occasionally hear a disembodied voice whisper my name, but as it became more frequent, I chose to simply ignore it and not to get worked up about it.

Not long after this happened, I was alone in the study of my house on the computer, when I very clearly felt the sensation of someone blowing hard into my ear. It was very loud, and if anyone has ever felt that before, than they know that it’s a very loud noise, and the air waves feel substantial. I thought it felt like some sort of bird was hovering right next to my ear and spastically fluttering its wing right next to my ear hole. I had never felt that before, and left the room rather quickly.

The last event to occur before things got quiet was during a morning where I was in the bathroom that connected mine and my brother’s room. I was brushing my hair when I heard a very, very clear voice call my name from my room in a hushed tone. Never before had the voice been that loud or distinct. I could hear everything pronounced perfectly and I can even tell you that it was a young females voice. That did. I wanted to believe that it was my brother playing a joke on me, so I ran screaming at him all through the house, and when I found him, I yelled at him until he cried and I cried and my mother had to separate us. No, my brother hadn’t done it, the voice hadn’t been anything like his, but I was so willing to believe it had been him because I was so scared.

For the next few years, minimal things happened. Friends would spot mysterious figures looming out of my window when no one was in there and I, as well as my mom, would lay awake at night and listen to very distinct, disembodied footsteps. Aside from that, life really calmed down until a few months ago. I am now eighteen, and am convinced that something is in my house.

My mother and I were watching TV around eleven o clock at night with the dog when there was a crash in the foyer. My father came to see what had happened as well as my other sibling and we found a vase, broken on the floor of the foyer. Not only had the vase been sitting away from the edge, but it was a few feet away from the table, as though someone had pushed it with force. And then, a few weeks ago, my mother was home alone in the kitchen when she watched an aluminum pan fly half way across the room. That same day, she saw a dark, humanoid image walk across our large TV in the living, although there was no physical body there to have cast a shadow. Finally, a few days ago, I was in my room when, right before my eyes, the tiny, Japanese lantern-cords on my bookshelves began to sway and slither on the floor. I waited for a repeat performance, but it never happened before or after.

I’m starting to get scared of my own house and as much as I’d like to get to the bottom of what’s been happening and why it’s been starting up again, I’m a little afraid to find out.

Sent in by Amy, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com