Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I’ve believed in the paranormal ever since I was about 4 or 5. I remember being at a Halloween party at the Legion post in my hometown and being at the cemetery next to it with my sister and cousin. My cousin kept pointing to the ground and saying “ghost!” Being 4, it scared me a little.

The second house we lived in at my hometown we moved into when I was 5. The background story of that house was that there was a boy years before we moved in die in the basement. His parents made him live in the basement because he was deformed and mentally handicapped. He died around the same age I was when I moved into the house.

When I was 7, my parents split up and my dad took the house. When I was 11 we moved out. The whole time we lived there,from age 5 to 11, I would see a shadow dart from the living room to the kitchen (the basement door was in the kitchen) and the shadow was about my size. The shadow never scared me, and I never seen the boy face to face, only in the corner of my eye. But it happened a lot and in the same area ever single time.

Nothing else has happened until I was 14, and even then it was nothing extreme. I went to prom that year (I was a freshman) with my friend because her boyfriend couldn’t go.My mom was taking pictures of me before my friend picked me up, and one specific one got me. I was on the staircase and behind me is a white apparition. It seems to be floating, has no face, just small, sunken eyes, and was hunched over a little. Again, someone died at this house, too. An older man died on our front porch before we moved in.

That same year, my gramma died. A few weeks after, I woke up at 3 am, and being superstitious, it kind of freaked me out. I told my dad, and he told me not to be scared if it happens again, because 3 am was the time my gramma passed away.

Most of my family believes in the paranormal. My mom once told me that after my grampa died, she got a phone call from a number that was all zeros. She picked it up, and a voice that sounded like my grampa’s said her name then hung up. My dad also believes. He once lived near an old Indian burial ground, and he would often wake up and see an Indian chief staring at him from a couple inches away from his face, float to the corner of the room, sit, and watch him sleep as if he was protecting him. One day, my dad’s dog dug up an old Indian bone and disappeared.

I am now 17, and turn 18 in 2 months. Nothing else has happened, and I don’t know how I will react if I ever see a ghost up close. Ghosts aren’t the only thing I believe in. I also believe in aliens and other paranormal things. I am obsessed with paranormal reality shows like Ghost Hunters and Fact or Faked. So my question to you is how long have you believed in the paranormal, and why did you start believing? Thanks for reading my story, sorry it’s kinda long.

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