Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Most think I am just a total nut job. I do have depression but I don’t think it is important to what is and has been happening. I live in a house that I think is now haunted due to me. My story starts at my childhood.

I grew up in a family that practiced the occult, I never knew others didn’t do that sort of stuff until I was into JR. High school. Since my childhood there has always been the black man. As a child he would prowl around the outside of the house. My grandmother’s house was on the front of the property and we all could feel him staring down from the upstairs window. So bad was the feeling that my step-father would pin the kitchen curtain closed to avoid the stare.

As I got older I decided to explore the depths of what I grew up in. I studied Wicca and Satanism trying to find the reason behind the “black man” and the other spirits I always saw around.

I was in a severely abusive relationship at one time and a friend moved me into her house. In that house things got terrible. I would hear the “black man” scratching at the bedroom door and windows. My cat would fuzz up and hide behind the futon I slept on. It started moving things around the house, opening cabinets and drawers that were closed but a minute before.

Me and the woman I called Mom, who practiced Wicca, ended up having to do a full house cleansing and sealed the house against any dark entities. After that I could still feel him staring in through the window trying to get me to invite him back inside. Well I ended up meeting the most fantastic man ever. We moved in together and I loved the house. It was so spiritually quiet, everything was peaceful. Well me being me set up a fresh alter and again began to practice my faith. At first I would see what I call the “blue sheet” it looks like a blue bed sheet that just drifts by. It is so far from scary and never bothered me to see it.

Then came the “white child” it is something small about the size of a 4 or 5 year old child. Again I never felt anything bad about this little ghost. It has a sweet playful energy to it.

Then he came back. The “black man” started showing up again. Footsteps are heard walking through the house at all hours of the day and night then finally he started to show himself again. He is huge standing near the top of the doorframes. I know he is evil and is grinning. I have to take sedatives now to sleep since I know once it gets dark he will be there.

I am very sorry for dragging him into my peaceful sanctuary. My partner doesn’t believe fully but even he has heard things in the house that was once clean. I am hoping to some day get this thing out and gone forever. if anyone has any ideas as to what to do I would love to get suggestions. Thanks for reading my story.

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