Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This story is absolutely true. It happened to me and my twin sister, Charrol. She and I where six, and loved to play dolls. Our family moved to a house in southern Ohio.

Charrol and I began to share an imaginary friend. Our parents thought it was super cute because we would always fight over who got to be “Tara’s” friend for the day. Tara would play dolls with us and drink tea at our tea parties.

After about a year mom and dad decided to tell us that Tara wasn’t real. Charrol wouldn’t have it. She said that Tara was real and that she was very nice. I never thought that my parents would lie to me but didn’t want to give up Tara. I believed my parents.

That night I heard a voice that said, “How dare you Believe your parents! They are wrong! I am here!” And after that I felt something grab my hair and pull it. I screamed “CHARROL GET OFF OF ME! MOM! DAD!”

Mom and dad ran in the room but Charrol was sound asleep.

“Now Beverly, you don’t have to yell. Charrol wasn’t hurting you!” Dad said.

I decided it was a dream. Charrol remained silent most of the time after that. She said one night that Tara was mad at me. She said ” You shouldn’t have stopped believing. Tara is very angry. She wants me to…..” Charrol’s voice dragged off. “She wants me to kill you. But I told her No! I would not kill you! You are my sister I said.”

At that moment Tara appeared once again. I saw her blonde hair, flat as paper. Her eyes were red. It was strange because her eyes usually were blue. Tara grabbed Charrol and slammed her against a wall then grabbed Charrol’s hair and slammed her head into the foot of the bed. We have metal bars so it made Charrol bleed. “You will die if she won’t then!” Tara yelled as she grabbed one of Charrol’s favorite baby dolls (It was 3 ft long and very heavy) and she whacked Charrol in the face with it. Charrol had blood running down her face. Tara pushed Charrol down and stomped on her stomach.

I ran to Charrol’s side and pushed Tara. That only made her angry. She disappeared though.

About a week later me and Charrol were playing mermaids in the bathtub. We were splashing and having a ton of fun. Suddenly, Tara appeared. She pushed me under water and held me there. I thought I was gonna drown! Tara lifted me up and slammed my head against the faucet. I think I blacked out because I remember waking up in a bed in a white room. Charrol was there too. Mom and dad said that they hired exorcist and taken care of Tara. When we left the hospital Mom looked up old owners of the house. There was once an 8 year old girl by the name of Tara. It said that she died at the age of 8 by parents who beat her to dead. The parent’s said that they killed her and hid the body in the house. They said no one will ever find her.

We moved out of that house but 15 years later Charrol and I bought back the house. We searched through out the house. We only found a diary. It said Tara’s name on it. We read through the diary. Every page made us cry. The poor girl had abusive parents. On the last page we found that her mother took it from her. It said ” This diary! I hope you read it when you are older! Oh wait you never will get older! Your buried beneath concrete in the basement!”

That made Charrol and me think. We took some drill bits and dug out the basement. We found a small necklace with a red ruby in it. Now I can’t remember if Tara wore a necklace. We did find a skeleton though. It wore a muddy pink dress and small black boots. It held a doll. I bet you can’t guess which doll. I bet you can. The doll had a blood stain on the dress it was wearing. We took the skeleton and buried it in a proper gravesite.

This probably seems like a fake passage from a horror movie but it did happen. It is true. It is real. Believe it or not.

Sent in by Beverly West, Copyright 2010