Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

On my last letter here (Overnight terror) I wrote of my own experience with the unknown. I mentioned that some of my friends also had experiences with the paranormal and I’m gonna share with you guys their story. Here is one of them.

This story belongs to my stepfather, whom I also consider a friend. The first time he told me his experience was about 6 years ago. I called him about a week ago and asked his permission to write his story, and I thanked him for saying yes. Let me give you a little back round on my stepfather, he’s BRITISH, doesn’t believe in GOD, much more in GHOSTS. So imagine the horror he suffered when he was faced by something he doesn’t believe in. This happened somewhere in England.

It was 1982, my step dad was working for a construction company. Having just graduated from college he was butt broke. This was his first job after college and was located really far away from his home. At first he was hesitant at accepting the job, but he had no choice. To save money he brought his van with him so he could sleep in it and save the accommodation allowance they where given. One of the engineers at the construction company has a junkyard shop where all the nearby cities dump their wrecked, totaled or decommissioned vehicles. He offered my step dad a place where he can park his van at night. This provided him safety as the junkyard was walled so no one can just enter it.

Two weeks went by. He got the routine going. Go to work in the morning, at night he would have dinner with co-workers before going back to the junkyard to park and sleep. One cold night, while lying in bed he started to hear a high pitched sound. The source of the sound seemed far away as he could barely hear it. Then it started to get louder as if the sound was getting closer. Irritated, he covered his head with a pillow trying to drown out the noise. The sound is louder now, he feels it inside the vehicle! He takes a peek, he sees a mist inside the van with him. It was really cold so he thinks the mist was simply caused by the weather. But what about the high pitched noise that was so irritatingly loud?

He covers his head with the pillow again. He feels something in his feet, something is definitely touching his feet. Something is pulling down his blanket! he pulls it back but he’s loosing his grip, this thing is really strong. He’s panicking now, he shouts obscene words to no one in particular, asking whatever it is in the van with him to leave him alone. He looses his grip on the blanket, the back of the van bursts open!, the blanket flies outside landing on the dirt. The high pitched sound disappears. He was just lying there, looking at the open back door. It seems an eternity before he stood up. He fetched his blanket, and went back inside the van. Unsure what to feel, what to think. His mind is confused. Sleep did not come that night. He kept this to himself, afraid to be ridiculed by his co – workers.

The following night it visited him again. He started to hear the high pitched sound, getting louder and louder. Something was pulling his blanket again, his heart was beating like a maniac. He shouted and shouted for this thing to get out til his throat was hurting like never before. It went away. The whole night he was gripped by fear that this thing would come back. It did not.

Morning came, and he left that junkyard and never came back. He quit his job and went back home. He did not know what it was that visited him in the junkyard and he did not want to know. All he knows is that it was the most traumatic event of his life. He still doesn’t believe in ghosts now and he says he will never do. He admits that he cannot explain what he experienced but that’s as far as he would go. Sometimes we would even get into a serious argument over this as I’m a believer in the paranormal. If my step dad is reading this right now I have only one thing to say, you saw it, felt it and heard it, what more do you need?

Sent in by Zack Sawyer, Copyright 2009