The first time I saw a ghost I was in first grade, after my Grandmother had passed. She came back to comfort me and my grandpa, so ever since I’ve never been surprised about ghosts or whatever you wish to call them.
We (my mother and myself) moved into an apartment. It seemed nice and quiet. Although after a while something just didn’t feel right. I always felt like I was being watched, so I would blow it off and turn on the radio or something .One night I went to bed, my mother already asleep, and while laying down something grabbed me by the ankle. I turned over, looked at my mom, and she was sound asleep. The creepy thing is I found out that a few years prior a man had killed himself on our porch. Thankfully we moved out of there.
Also, while living there I went to this little church. This pastor was talking about the rapture. Now remember I was sitting by myself with no one sitting behind me, bad all of a sudden I hear a growl and it said “don’t believe any of this”. That scared the crap out of me.
Now the worst one so far, we had been living with my uncle. Again something just didn’t feel right. At night it seemed like I was being watched, something tried to shove me down the stairs, I took some pictures in the mirror of my Halloween costume and in one there was a ghostly hand running its fingers through the wig and in another picture there was a pair of non human eyes in the background.
My uncles cancer had come back during this time and he was close to dying. So everyone’s emotions ran high. One night my mom asked “did you hear that?” I asked her what she heard and she told me “it sounded like growling”. Other voices were heard. Again, thankfully, we have moved and everything’s quiet. No bad feelings or strange occurrences.
Last thing, choosing to not believe in the devil will not protect you from him, only God can.
Sent in by Lizzie, Copyright 2012 TrueGhostTales.com