Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I live in a haunted house – So I decided to make a “diary” of things that happen here. Before anyone reads this, you might think you don’t have to believe me just because I’m young. But Everything in this story is true. You might not want to read this because it’s too long. But I find Myself reading the whole story over again.

Okay, I live in a Big house. Probably the biggest house I’ve ever been in. Its over 100 years old and it holds tons of memories of people who lived here before me. I moved here about 2 or 3 years ago. There was a man who lived here that died.

When we first moved in, My mom was here alone opening boxes. She heard footsteps, and thought it was my dad, but nobody was home. That was the first thing that happened. About 5 – 6 months ago, my parents were home alone and they heard people talking in the basement. No one was there and the TVs were off.

My first experience was long ago so I cant remember. But the first one I remember was in my room, I couldn’t sleep because my bed was shaking. I told my mom but she said it was because my bed was wobbly. The first month I had  in that room was so scary, I heard tons of noises, things would drop off my shelves in the middle of the night, things flew off my vanity in the middle of the night.

I woke up one morning and saw that a bottle of perfume had been thrown off my vanity and landed at the other side of the room. Another morning I woke up to see that this small fragile glass sculpture had been thrown off of my shelf and hit the wooden floor – and didn’t break. Then I would go into my room and all my clothes in my closet would be pushed against one side. I told my parents, they didn’t care. I would see small white things quickly go by in the corner of my eye. I would hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I was too scared to sleep. My parents never believed me. I would hear talking,things dropping on the floor,etc.

One Morning I woke up to a gagging, scary voice *whisper screaming* The word “What”… Like it just learned something surprising. But that couldn’t have been a ghost. Maybe it was a dream? Maybe it was just me waking up to my dog coughing? Every night something happened. I feel like I’m being watched here. I know there’s someone stuck… somehow… in this house… like a little girl, who was sad.

“Sensing” things like this runs in my family (my sisters). I think there was a little sad girl here. And I think I know which room she was in. I really want to know what happened to that little girl. I Think I will find out soon though ecause I think that little girl is like me. Or, maybe she is me? I don’t know. Maybe the “me” from the past followed me because I always act like a little kid sometimes. Maybe the old me has been following me everywhere I go. But maybe now I’m finally seeing her, or me. But why? Maybe the old Me is trying to tell the new Me that it’s time to let go of the past. Because memories make me cry and want to go back, maybe too much. I think that’s what’s going on.

September 18th – My mom picked me up from my sisters house and told me we where moving. I got so mad because I had just gotten done painting my room. She said we were going to live in the new house and my dad was going to start a business/school at this house. I was so mad, but after a while I got happy because I thought having a new house would be cool and I get to have my own bathroom at the new place. But she said we weren’t moving till about a month or so.

September 20th – It was about 8 or 9pm. Me and my mom where laying on her bed talking. Then she said she saw a black figure peek into the room and stand in the doorway then walk away. I didn’t see it. She said it was my brother, but I said “mom, he is upstairs.” and she wouldn’t believe me, So I went upstairs and got him and he said it wasn’t him. I said it was a ghost but she denied it. Later that night, me and my brother were sitting on the couch watching TV. Then all the sudden the lights started flickering on and off. I got so scared. then the lights all just shut off and we had no power at all. Then my mom and dad came up from the basement and said “what’s going on?” we didn’t know. Then my dad called the electric company on his cell phone and they said they didn’t know what was going on. But I did. I got so scared.

I went in the dark  kitchen and there was a light glowing on one of the shelves, then I looked away then looked back and it was gone. As I was lighting candles I saw a whitish-gray figure run past the chairs on the ground. And I saw another one run past the TV in the front room. The Lights didn’t turn back on until about 11pm. Then I got up off the couch and blew all the candles out. By that time I wasn’t really that scared anymore. The thought of finally leaving this place and going to the new house next month was comforting. I knew I wouldn’t have to put up with the fear anymore.

The next morning I saw a black skinny tall shadow go past the dining room windows, but again, I was comforted knowing I was gonna leave this house. I would always see black shadows everywhere. I didn’t really pay attention to most of them though, because I was getting used to it. When my friend Ally would come over, she would be too afraid to sleep upstairs because of the noises. I was too, but I had no choice but to sleep up there. I lived in all 3 bedroom upstairs, but only one of them I had, never had any ghost stuff in it. But I had to move out of that one when the bugs would just pour through the crappy windows. So I had The biggest room upstairs. It had an office, a huge closet, and a smaller closet all in it. And  the upstairs of the house used to be the first floor of the house. but about 50 or so years ago they lifted the bottom of the house and added another floor under it, so the upstairs used to be the downstairs… But back to recent events.

September 22nd – In the morning I was writing in THIS notebook about the lights that flickered last night, and as I was writing, I heard loud banging noises upstairs, I heard heavy things falling on the floor and stuff like that, but I just assumed it was my brother moving things around in his room. Then after a while I turned this off, then went upstairs.

He was laying in his bed sleeping, then when I came in his room he woke up, and I said, “Were you making all those banging noises?” He said no, then he kinda got mad because I woke him up. Then I ran downstairs to type this.

When I go by my stairs I get this scary feeling, like I have to keep looking behind me. I am so scared. I get this heavy feeling, like the air is dark and heavy and it smells really hot, like.. hot air.. and its weird. The 1st or second day I moved here, I noticed these, scratches, where the stairway just starts. There used to be a door that opens to the stairs, but we took that off.  The scratches couldn’t have been from any humans hand, because they were these sharp, fine scratches, as if the person had nails – (nails that you hammer into the walls) instead of fingernails.. it was scary.

Then in the basement, right when you walk in, there are these green marks, like, dragging on the walls, like if someone’s fingers were dipped in green paint and then the person was dragged down the basement stairs. But It looks very scary, and only a kid would dip their hand in green paint and drag it on the wall.. and as far as I know, no kids  ever lived here, just older people. Is it the little girl? I don’t know. But I shouldn’t turn that into a huge ghost thing.

Awhile after I found out I was moving.. I knew I would only work here, instead of living here.. and I became very curious about this house. So I sorta… “investigated”it because I was really curious. In the basement cabinet, my dad found an old style “scrabble” game in an old can. Hmm.. that’s nothing.. I guess.. But, when I stripped my wall to paint it, I found scribbles… and writing on the wall… all of it was hidden behind wallpaper.. scary kinda. Some were just measurements, but there was this other one. I forgot what it said though.. and being here.. I feel always tired.. so I will be happy to leave.. And when I’m here I forget.. like, there are just Gaps in my memory… I hate this place.

September 24th – Last night I had to sleep in my room again. I heard these cracking noises. Then this morning I went by the stairs and heard a girl talking. I went up to see if it was my sister (who had just moved in) but she was asleep. After I walked away from the stairs, I heard banging noises again upstairs. But everyone upstairs was sleeping. Then I went by the bottom of the stairs again, and heard a girl talking again. And I went up – everyone was sleeping.

I guess Something must have happened upstairs and by the stairs because that is where most of the weird stuff happens. It’s really weird and very scary.

Last night I couldn’t get to sleep, I kept feeling that heavy feeling again, and I felt like someone was watching me. I covered my eyes until I fell asleep. I will be glad to get out of here next month. Ever since I moved here, we get sick more often. It’s weird. I am so tired here. I never like being in this house.

September 27 – Aliyah (Ally) is here. I heard noises and banging upstairs again. This night.. about 10 minutes ago, I was downstairs watching TV and I heard big banging noises upstairs. Aliyah was upstairs. Then I heard Aliyah yelling for me. I ran upstairs and she said that my stuff in my office was rolling around and falling on the floor. My office door was shut. So I went in my office. Nobody was there. Things were knocked off my desk and my tape player on my stereo was open. I got scared and shut the office door and ran downstairs.

I told my mom, and she just blew it off, just like every other time. I don’t even tell her anymore. I have slept downstairs this whole weekend. I’m way to afraid to sleep in my room alone. I will even risk getting yelled at and sleep on the couch.

September 28 – I woke up to Aliyah staring at me. She said that she went upstairs and she heard two girls talking in my room, but nobody was in there. Then me and her put my camera in there to record any kinda noise.

About 5 minutes later, we went in to get it, and it was broken. So for about an hour and a half we were sitting by my door, we heard tons of noises, including someone  calling my name, and giggles and scary mumbles. Then Aliyah stood by my door, and right behind her, my towel on the floor floated up and dropped on the ground. We ran downstairs, it was the scariest thing that ever happened. But when it floated, it sorta paused in the air, and flew down like, on a tilt, as if it was trying to hit Aliyah.

After awhile we went back in, and we wanted to get the bible outta my office to hold it. Ally went by my office and all the sudden her stomach started hurting really bad. Then she got outta my room and it stopped, just stopped. Then she went back in and she got a headache, and when she got out, it stopped. She is really sensitive to this, just like her mother. Then later Ally went up, and heard tons of racket. Then all day she would hear talking. I didn’t tell my parents, they wouldn’t have believed me anyway.

September 30 – Well, Tomorrow is October. So that’s when we start really packing. We are gonna be outta here by the end of October. I still cannot believe what happened with Ally. Its so weird that I’m living in a real haunted house.

October 14 – Not much really happens here that much now. I mean, I hear a lot of noises, and I see things in the corner of my eye, but nothing real big has happened.

October 16 – I started seeing a lot of things flash in front of my eyes real quick. But today I had an attack of sleep paralysis, that’s where you have a really lucid dream, and you wake up and you are paralyzed. Then I got a bad stomach ache. This was so scary, it never happened to me before. I don’t think it was sleep paralysis, I think it was a ghost attacking me.

October 17 – Last night I couldn’t sleep, I was so scared. I was in my bedroom. I felt like there was something very evil in there. I don’t think I’m gonna sleep in there tonight. My mom said she saw something big fly out of my screens in the screened in porch. Then I saw an orb of light on the roof in there. I keep hearing someone walking on this floor. I’m scared.

October 21 – Every night I sleep in my bed now, because I have to try and get over this. I have another two weeks to live here. Last night I kept seeing shadows, and very scary things were popping in my head. I hated it! I kept hearing snapping noises coming from my office.

October 28 – Less then 4 days left to live here.. Last night I woke up breathing real heavy and automatically sat up in my bed. Covers on my ground were moving by themselves. I kicked them real fast and it stopped. It wasn’t a cat or anything because my cat was on the bed with me.

November 1st – Well, tomorrow’s the big day. I guess I won’t have to put up with it much longer. Oh well, Not much has really happened, So, I guess whatever is here, knows I’m leaving.. But what about the little girl? What will happen?

November 3rd – Now I’m out of that house, and things are great, end of diary.

Written by “LeeLightning”, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com