True Ghost Tales

When I was 12 years old, we lived in a house in Des Moines, IA. I am not able to reveal the address or street, as the current residents wish to remain anonymous.

One day my family left me alone in the house while they went to go food shopping. At this time we suspected that the house may have been haunted, but we had no solid evidence to prove that it was.

While they were gone, I was sitting on the couch playing with my dog (I do not wish to reveal his name, as he is my current pet and a few people that I know may link the location that I am sending this from to my dog and realize that it is me).

The dog was fine playing with me, but out of nowhere it quickly got aggressive. It started biting me and chewing on me, and then yelped and ran into the other room and hid. I followed to try to see what was wrong, but was stopped by a strange choking noise from my bathroom.

I walked to the bathroom door and waited to hear it again. Eventually I did. When I heard the noise again, I flung the door open, expecting to find an intruder there. There was nobody. I was obviously scared out of my mind at this point, so I ran outside.

I waited for my family to return out there, and when they did I told them what had happened. Nobody wanted to believe me, but they had no choice. They had all had strange things happen to them, ranging from hearing noises to objects moving around on their own. None of us at this point had actually seen a spirit or anything like it. That night however, we all did.

We were sitting at the dinner table enjoying my mothers homemade spaghetti when I clearly saw the spirit of a woman walk out into the dining room from the kitchen. Too shocked to speak, I quickly poked my mother and pointed. Everybody saw me point and looked, and everybody saw what I was seeing. The spirit quickly disappeared, but not without leaving behind proof that she was there. A tiny golden bracelet was lying on the floor in the very spot that the spirit had dissipated at. I still have the bracelet to this day, and will never give it up. It is my proof that I still have a little of my sanity remaining.

Written by Toby Keith, copyright 2008