Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

A friend and I rented a house in a nice neighborhood in San Diego, the houses appearing to be about 15 years old. Two weeks after moving in, she was out for the evening and I was in the living room alone watching TV. All of a sudden I heard what sounded like two or more people with huge, heavy sledgehammers hitting the outside brick wall of the kitchen over and over again with all of their might. My eyes got really big as I stood in the middle of the kitchen floor staring at the wall. There was a door half-way down the wall which led outside to the driveway, but I was glued to the spot and couldn’t move to turn on the outside light, and for some reason didn’t think to call 911.

I began wondering if perhaps I had been wrong and there were hoodlums in the neighborhood and they decided to scare their new neighbors (us). As the banging continued, I kept wondering what I was going to tell the landlady about how the wall had gotten destroyed, expecting to find pieces of brick all over the driveway in the morning and big holes gouged in the wall. The entire episode lasted for at least five minutes. When I went out to the driveway to go to work the next morning, there wasn’t even a piece of brick dust in the driveway! I just stood there not believing that there was no sign of damage. Evidently some spirits were trying to scare me, and I admit that I slept with the light on in the bedroom that night.

Several times we heard loud thumps on the roof, starting at one side of the house and ending on the other, like a 200-pound person was running across the roof.

One night I was out and my friend was there alone, and when I returned she was very white and told me that she had experienced the same banging on the outside kitchen wall that I had reported hearing. She never had doubted my story, but she hadn’t realized just how loud and scary it was.

By this time we were certain the house was haunted. I called the landlady and asked if anyone had died in the house, and she said no. After about a year, we moved each to a different place… but the spirits, either new ones or the same old ones, followed me.

Sent in by Sandy Fuersich, Copyright 2010