Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Well… I guess I should start when the house my family lives in now was being built. I was in the place where my room now is. I just randomly felt like I was being watched and I got really cold. For the rest of the day I had a very bad head ache (let me tell you now. I have terrible spelling, so bare with me.)

A little while after we moved in I got an ‘imaginary’ friend. She has dark brown hair and dark eyes. Wore a simple white dress that flows around her. She didn’t have a name she wanted, so even to this day I call her Amanda. I was almost 7. She looked around my age.

One of the strangest things that I have noticed about Amanda is that she grew up. When I was 7, she was 7. I am now 13 and she looks around my age. She has been relatively harmless. The only thing about her that has really scared me was a dream about her falling down stairs, that look very similar to the ones in our house, and her head cracked open. There was blood everywhere. I only see Amanda at the top of our stairs near my room.

All was fine and dandy in my house except I swear I saw my dad in the refection of the window. Thinking my dad was home (he works on the other side of the state) I looked at the other side of the room where he would be if his refection was in the window. He wasn’t there. He wouldn’t be home for another week. Also I thought that this one jack-o’-lantern that was just a plug-in was staring at me right after I woke up from a nightmare. I threw the thing down the stairs in the morning.

Now I’m sorry if you wanted a scary story about how Amanda tried to beat me and stuff, but… but, but, but… just what would you say if another ghost came? Well by golly one came. And she scares the crap out of me.

She came last year, 2009, in the summer. I was entering middle school. 7th grade, when I started to hear her voice. I swear to God, I had never heard this woman’s voice in my life before. It was just a simple voice in my head. At first I thought it was, you know, just a negative voice in my head. But ‘No one cares about you.’ and ‘Blood’ weren’t thoughts that normally entered my head. Her voice became so persistent saying the ‘dreams of blood’ would continue. And they did. I would wake up crying, having I had just watched, in my dreams, someone just die a very gory or sad death. The dreams got so bad that, well, I started cutting. But her voice continued to get louder telling me more and more terrifying things. ‘Why continue living?’ she asked in a cruel voice ‘you know no one cares right?’ I almost committed suicide. I decided not to just to make her angry.

Later my mom and the school councilor found out that I had been cutting. I said it was because of my papa’s death ( he is my grandpa). They seemed to buy it.

Around March, I came to school in tears. My dad had been very inconsiderate to me about my papa’s death. The counselor found out and I told her everything. and I mean everything. including the ghosts. AND THEN SHE CALLED MY PARENTS! I was then picked up early and I had a very long talk with them. They started to take me to a psychologist. I still don’t know if they believe me.

A while after I told them, the voice took a form. A woman with very very long black hair and a long red dress covered with black lace. I have never seen her face, but I see her all the time out of the corner of my eyes. with her came a dark shadow. They really scare me. They want to hurt me. I know it. but all I have seen is glimpses.

recently, things have been moving. I swear I leave them in one spot and they end up someplace entirely. I haven’t told my family yet though.

I really only have two questions. the first is does anyone know why Amanda is growing up? and the other is does anyone think I’m crazy? I am willing to except that I am crazy. Why me?

If anyone could try and answer these questions, maybe I can have a happy ending.

Sent in by Abi Wibbens, Copyright 2010

Also see Imaginary Friend or Ghost?