Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Growing up as a child and even a teen I’ve witness crazy things happen in my grandmothers house, a regular 2 story house on the south side of Chicago. From the outside it might look like a normal building but if you’ve ever lived here you would know it was far from normal.

Before I tell my story you should know the area in which my grandmother lives was once one of the most evil areas in Chicago due to a lot of prejudice and hate towards blacks so I believe a lot of the neighborhood evil people still lives on just in another form.

My family moved into the house in 1989 2 years before I was born and strange things have been happening for as long as I can remember. This isn’t one full story of one thing that has happened its a summary of everything that has happened in my 18 year old life span so bare with me! When i was about 10 or 11 I was on punishment and had to clean out my great aunt back porch and I came across these old photo albums. The photos went back to the 60′s and I knew no one in them besides my family that was still alive.

I had a cousin that was my grandmother aged she was named “cutty” I had heard of her but never seen a pic of her she had died in 1985. Me never knowing what she looked like found a pic of her and was curious of knowing who she was so I took the album to my great aunt who at the time had my 3 year old boy cousin in her lap before she said anything my cousin pointed at her and said “that’s cutty” my aunt and great grandmother looked at him in shocked and asked him what did he say once again he pointed to her pic and said “that’s cousin cutty.”

My great grandmother nearly had a heart attack because no one had told this boy anything about her so how could he possibly spot her out on a pic and know her name and who she was? My aunt then asked him “how do you know her Jalen?” He replied “she told me.” My aunt looked on in fear and shock and asked, “she told you?” He said “yea she told me she talks to me sometimes.” That was my first experience with knowing about the unknown in the house!

That same summer I was up at around 4 am making coffee I was going through a coffee phase and I drunk it all night so I’m down stairs on my grandmothers floor in the kitchen the kitchen had a back door that lead to the back porch which lead to the basement and the back door was wide open. I was pouring sugar in my coffee cup when something caught my eye from the back stairs that lead to the basement. A tall white skinny man with blonde hair and a pale face was standing there looking at me. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me so I leaned my head closer. He had on a plaid red button shirt and black pants and he just stood there then he turned around and walked down the stairs into the basement. I dropped the sugar on the floor and ran to my grandmother’s room terrified.

The next day I told her about it and she got mad at me saying I should have woken her up because it could have been someone robbing the house or trying to hurt us I tried to tell her he didn’t seem like a real person more like a spirit more like a ghost!

The same day I was once again upstairs doing punishment work for my aunt cleaning out the attack and I noticed something hanging from the attack ceiling I walked over and seen it was a red plaid shirt sleeve. The face went pale as I remembered it was the same shirt the white man had on. I ran down the attack stairs. I never went back up there to date!

When I was about 16 when ever I went to visit my grandmother I would sleep on the couch in the living room I started having this dream. The dream would start with me sleeping and this little girl with smudged makeup, pig tails, and blood on her white ruffled dress waking me up saying “anjelica, anjelica you have to take me to holly wood” I looked at her like “huh?” And she repeated “you have to take me to Hollywood I’m ready to go don’t I look pretty?” She didn’t look pretty at all she looked crazy…dead…demonic. In the dream I would run up the front stairs and try to enter my aunts house while the girl followed. I would bang on the door for what seemed like for hours but no one would ever answer. When the little girl got all the way up the stairs I would kick her and she would just lay there. With no one answering the door my only choice was to go back down the stairs past her and out the front door. Every time I would step over her she would grab my leg and say “take me to Hollywood Now” with a crazed look but then I woke up! I thought nothing of the dream except for that it was really creepy that was until I had the same exact dream every time I spent the night.

After the 3rd time I told my grandmother. And she told me when a child dies it doesn’t become a ghost its soul goes straight to heaven but sometimes evil spirits and demons come to you in a child’s appearance to trick you. She told me the next time I had the dream to pray and call the demon out and curse it in the name of Jesus and that’s what I did and I never had the dream again!

Everything that I have told you is only some of the strange things that have happened to me in my child hood home. My grandmother has 5 children all of them adults but everyone who has lived in this house has had countless things happen to them in this house including my grandmother who has had to pray to rid the house of demons a few times.

As I’m writing this tory I’m sitting in my grandma room in the house waiting for her to come home from bingo and I’m creeping myself out just remembering everything that has happened and everything that I’ve been told but I just wanted to share my story of what I’ve dealt with the unknown!

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