Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I am not sure if I am a sensitive or just lucky, but for as long as I can remember I have been attuned to things. A psychic once told me, I was a bit psychic. I, personally, don’t know if I am or not, but I have been able to just know things sometimes. For instance, I will just know something is going to happen or what people are thinking or feeling. My ability is not like seeing a picture or anything, but I will just  have a feeling about something and know.

Sometimes I have dreams that come true or parts of it come true. Or things in the dream help me figure out real life things. I am also a person who always knows I am dreaming (when I remember my dreams), no matter how realistic (my dreams are also very elaborate). A friend of mine studied psychology and did some dream studies. She told me this is quite rare to be a lucid dreamer.

I also have very good instincts about people and I’m almost never wrong when it comes to my first impression. This seems to extend to environments and feelings about places.

Two experiences in particular stand out, although I often feel things about a place I have never been (sort of like deja vu, but more, if you get my meaning) or even my own house (a story for another time).

The first experience happened when I was on a school trip (I was about 16). We were staying in a motel. My three friends and I were in the last room on the strip. From the first moment that I walked into the room, an intense feeling of dread came over me. It was very intense, but I tried to ignore it. It felt kind of cold and I felt panicked, sort of like anxiety and it makes breathing difficult. I was a bit embarrassed that I felt so strongly and did not want to worry any of my friends, but I was very scared.

It was easy for me to pretend or forget while we were all awake with the lights on, but when we went to bed, it was impossible. Usually, I feel safest sleeping farthest from the door. In this room, however, the area where there was the closet right before the entrance to the bathroom seemed to radiate this sense of horror  in me. It just felt wrong. When we went to bed, I  started out closest to this area, but I soon made my friend switch beds with me. This put me closest to the door with my best friend, Ana. Unfortunately, this did nothing to ease my mind.

As soon as everyone fell asleep, the feeling of dread intensified. I pulled the covers over my head and tried to shut out the feelings. Nothing helped. I kept shifting closer and closer to Ana. I knew she was going to get a little frustrated with me, but it was instinctual. I never saw any entities, but when I looked up on the wall above our heads, I saw a large stain and I just knew it was blood. Needless to say, I did not sleep well that night. I was so glad that we left the next day. I never found out if anything happened in that room or on that spot, but I felt that someone was murdered there.

The second experience that stands out was also when I was on a trip. My friends and I were traveling around Europe. We arrived in Rome at the end of the day. We took a taxi to meet our friend (Ana again)at her uncle’s apartment, where we were staying for three weeks. It was my friends: Gina, Nan, Mary and myself.

I just want to set up the layout of the apartment. It was on the first floor of the building. In all the main rooms (living, kitchen and two bedrooms) there are large, tall windows. In Europe, there are no screens on the windows, but in this apartment there are these huge metal curtains on the outside that lock from the inside and shut out all the light. It is unnaturally dark when they are shut. You can hear some noise from outside, but see nothing. This was, I was told, to prevent people from breaking in. When you first walk in, you come into a long hallway with many doors leading off of it. Straight ahead was the small kitchen. To the right closest to the door is the first small bedroom. It contained three small cots. Next to it on the right is the small living/dining. Across the hall from this is the master bedroom (where Ana and I slept) and next to it closest to the entrance is the bathroom. The whole place is tiled with cold, gray marble.

I was very excited to have finally arrived. We were all on edge after an eventful time in England and looking forward to some new and fun times with Ana. The girls and I quickly started exploring the apartment. Gina and I went straight into the bathroom. It was pretty small with a shower/bath combo on the left, a sink beside it, and right in front of us, the toilet and bidet. On the right there was a washer and this large, closed opening. It swung open like a window.

Gina and I were frozen in place. This “window” opened to the center of the building, which was open on top to outside. It looked like something out of a nightmare or horror film. In the fading light of the day, the room sort of glowed but in a very bad way. The room was gray and there were ashes everywhere. There were other windows like the one we were looking through from other apartments and a locker, hanging open. It was completely terrifying and looked utterly unnatural and wrong. Gina and I stared at the room for what felt like forever in horror. We then closed the window.

We told the others how freaky it was and felt, but quickly pretended it was no big deal. I, however, never felt less comfortable in a place in my life. I barely slept for three weeks. At night, I read until I couldn’t anymore, keeping the light on all night and the door to our room closed. Besides the freaky window room, there was nothing much strange about the place when the lights were on. There were a few paintings that made me feel strange, but it was really at night, when the huge metal shutters locked you into the apartment, that I felt so scared.

At night, the living/dining area in particular made me feel strange. It was unnaturally dark in there and it always felt like someone was watching me from there when I would run past there to use the washroom. While I was in that apartment, day or night, it felt like someone was watching me at all times. I felt so anxious and uncomfortable for three weeks. I later found out that Ana never slept well there as a child herself.

One night, when I had been trying to sleep with the lights off for once, I woke up from a strange dream. I had been dreaming about writing or something because I had been drawing on Ana’s arm and she had been woken up by it. We were both awake and she was talking to me. Suddenly, I felt very scared. I knew she was talking but I could no longer hear her words. My ears were buzzing and I was so frightened. It felt sort of like time stopped.

I looked to my left (I was on the left side) and I saw two people standing there, right by my bed. Now I am not sure if it was just my way of rationalizing what I was seeing, choosing non-threatening people, but I thought it was my two friends Nan and Gina. They asked me for a pen. I told them I had one on the desk right behind them and they were free to take it. I then turned my back on them to look at Ana.

Meanwhile, Ana was still talking to me. I turned to her and said, “did you not just see Nan and Gina? They asked for a pen.” Ana was so confused because she had not seen anyone, I was 100% awake, I just know I was, and I saw two figures in the room.

The next day, both Gina and Nan swore they had not been in my room. Mary the skeptic said I must have been dreaming. I know I wasn’t.

Sorry for this long and detailed account, but I wanted to hear your thoughts on these experiences.

Sent in by Jmor, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com