Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

About four months after my father died, my mum moved us back to Louisiana. From the time I was two months old until a few months before my fifth birthday, I grew up living with my mum and grandparents. Doesn’t sound so strange yet, right? I only wish.

When I was four, I woke up from a dead sleep. I had no clue who or what had woken me up, but when I looked towards the door I could see what I thought was a man. Even now, I can still remember exactly what I saw: a tall, masculine shaped silhouette, wearing what looked like a black cape and fedora. The person looked almost as though he was peering around the doorway to see what was in the room. For some reason, I wasn’t scared and almost felt like he was smiling at me. I blinked, trying to figure out who the person was, but when I opened my eyes he was gone. Curious, I got out of bed and asked my grandfather if someone was visiting.

The answer was no. When asked, I described the person to him and, at that time, couldn’t understand why he looked like so scared.

The next time I saw the shadow person, I was ten. It was a few months after my grandfather had died and I was still trying to cope with losing him. I was at school, helping my mum set up her room. Needing to go to the bathroom, I left. On my way back, I felt like I was being watched. I looked over my shoulder at the end of the hallway and saw the same shadowy person standing in the middle. I still didn’t know who or what it was, but I started walking towards it and asked if it was looking for someone. Again, I felt like the person was smiling at me even as it turned and walked into an empty classroom. When I reached the door, I found it locked. Shrugging it off, I returned to my mum and told her what had happened.

She ended up having the same reaction my grandfather had had six years before.

About a year after a close friend of mine died, I dreamed we were talking in my college’s dining area. I was nineteen and felt almost relieved that I could talk to him. We were sitting across from each other at a four person table – and the shadowy person was sitting across from the empty chair. It almost seemed as if it was staring at the table top, waiting for us to finish our conversation. One of the things I remember most from that dream was that my friend kept repeating, ‘I’m fine. I’m where I’m supposed to be. Don’t worry.’ But this time, something didn’t feel right. I kept refusing to look at the shadowy person, feeling like something was horribly wrong. At the end of the dream, I finally looked at it and like I was choking.

I woke up with my hands around my throat, coughing hard enough that I nearly fell off my bed. This time, I was the one having the reaction.

The fourth (and so far) final time was a few years ago. Given the fact that I have insomnia, my doctor decided to try some new sleeping pills. After taking them, I laid down facing the window. Just as the meds were kicking in fully, I felt like something was staring at me. Fighting off the medicine, I looked at my window and saw the shadowy person. Only this time, I was terrified. I kept trying to scream for help, to make my body move so I could run… nothing. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t make a sound and the only thing running through my mind was ‘Danger! Evil! Oh, God, don’t let it come inside!’ Within a few minutes, it was over. The shadowy person tilted its hat, grinned at me and vanished.

Barely five minutes later, the medicine won and I was sleeping. The next morning I was ready to just blow it off as a bad dream. The only thing that made me accept that it was real? I grabbed my journal from under my pillow to write it down – and found the words ‘Danger’, ‘Evil’, and ‘Help’ written over and over.

Needless to say, once I calmed down, I looked up everything I could on the internet wanting to know what that thing was. Now I have my answer.

Sent in by Em-Jay, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com

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