Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

It was 4 am. My radio beside my twin bed turned on and it turned on loudly. I awoke confused, wondering if I left it on? No. There was no way. It was loud and it was on talk radio. I remember two men talking, elderly men. I pressed the off button and tried to go back to sleep. It turned on again. I turned it off and got really scared. I was raised catholic so I was aware of the paranormal.

I ran to my parents room and woke them up and to tell them my radio was turning on by itself. I thought to myself WOW I’m crazy. My mom awoke and told me to just unplug it. I thought oh duhh why of course! So I went back into my room and unplugged it and to be sure I removed the 4 batteries under it. I laid back down… then I heard the two men talking again! It turned back on! But how? I started screaming, I heard my parents running. I started to say/pray the rosary. When my parents approached my room, they didn’t enter. I thought to myself GET IN HERE! I saw a look on there face. It was fear. My father told me the next day he felt a coldness, something evil.

A month later my older sister and I got into a fight. I remember sitting on the edge of my bed crying. I was really upset. I started to then see footprints approach me on the carpet. I heard the footprints too, every step was loud. I was in shock and couldn’t move. When the two prints were stopped in front of me I ran out of there screaming and crying only to be comforted and hugged by my sister.

Ever since I never slept in my room, only if I had friends over, and never getting a good nights sleep, ever. I turned to drinking/partying early on and for some reason, never was bothered during that time in my life.

Then I had my daughter at 20. Of course I tried to be spiritual again, for her and for my little new family. Everything was going perfect. Every once in a while I would sense or feel a presence. Little things. Like my bed shaking. Sensing something on my blankets. Sometimes it felt like someone was violently hitting/punching my bed. Always happened before I went to sleep.

But last night it was different. I felt something go inside me. I felt cold, I felt death. I felt sick. I felt it all over my body from my toes to my head. I woke my husband up. But I’m unsure if he believes me or just secretly thinks I’m crazy. He knows my past so I know he must believe me to some extent.

Well I finally got this off my chest. I’ve been embarrassed to tell anyone for years. It has always been this dark secret that ate away at me.

Thanks for reading.

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