Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

When I was 4 I woke up in the middle of the night and asked my mom for a drink. I shared a room with my mom and younger sister in a small apartment with other family members. My mom came back with the drink and walked over to the window because she heard sirens and a helicopter.

I drank my water and asked my mom who the man dressed in black in the closet was. She turned around and looked and no one was there so she said she didn’t see anyone. I said, “he is standing right there and he was shaking his head yes while you were looking out the window.”

The next day my uncle pulled over to help someone who broke down, when he got out of his car he was hit by another car and had to be flown by helicopter.

A few years later when I was 9 I walked to a store with my sister and friends. On our way back we had to cross a small two lane road to get back to our apartments. Well for some reason I didn’t even look for cars and just ran and got hit by a car. I sat up in the road and couldn’t stand up. The woman who hit me was screaming and a black car was parked on the shoulder.

The man got out of the black car, came over to me and put his black trench coat around my shoulders and used his handkerchief to wipe the blood off my face. He had a beard and a black hat on. He told me it was going to be ok and I heard my mom screaming and turned my head and she was running over.

When I turned the man, his coat and his car was gone. No one saw him but me and my mom. I never saw him again but my niece and daughter both have.

Sent in by Christina Seymour, Copyright 2011