Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

It started when I was the age of 5. We had moved into this new house and I wasn’t at all happy. I could remember me going into strops, screaming during the early hours of the morning of not wanting to leave all my early childhood friends. But the decision was made. We left during late December, a busy time of the year. And after moving in, I began to like the house. It wasn’t like the old one, it was bigger. It wasn’t posh but it was much nicer and cozy. I still live in this house and haven’t yet finished my childhood and nor has the paranormal activity.

But after about two months of living in our new home, or so my mother tells me, I began talking to my Imaginary Friend. I used to call her Mary. But often, my brother Darren would catch me saying Bloody Mary, and he’d bolt in the room and tell me to be quiet and stop using ‘foul’ language. I often cried myself to sleep. I was only talking to my only friend.

After a few more weeks with Mary, I began socializing with the children in my street. One, who lived (and still does live) three doors down from me was named Dana. I began to like Dana and we played from the early hours to the late evenings. Dana and I had constant sleepovers, began making up our own games, writing our own play songs and all that sort of childish memories of our friendship, I even began to go the same schools as her! And soon, I began to forget about Mary all together. My mother was relieved but my brother Darren began to feel… unsettled. During that time, my eldest brothers, Paul and Lee, had moved out.

After mine and Dana’s friendship grew more intense, my brother started seeing things. By the time I was eight years old, I had begun to use MSN to chat with my friends. Mostly from my school. I had little memory of Mary left and never spoke about it. Often though, I’d hear voices in the night, doors slamming or footsteps banging. I paid little attention and decided to just keep it to myself, even though, I was scared to death.

I decided to get out of the house as much as possible, and only when I turned ten did I start to confess to Darren my strange experiences. He then, explained to me about Paranormal Activities. I had always known about ghosts from late nights at Bonfires with Ghost stories or even watching Most Haunted. But I began to know more and more about the ‘Other side’.

Weeks passed and I began to feel cold during the hot summer days. I heard more voices, which grew intense and angry. My personal items went missing and often, when I left something, such as, my mobile phone charger on my bed before I went school, when I got back, it would always be somewhere else in a different room. And during that time, no one would be in the house. My mum would be out, my brothers would all be at school or college and my dad had moved out by then.

I began to tell Dana my stories but she thought I was lying.I scowled and began to wander off with other friends. One of my recently new friends, Zoe, listened to my stories and told me hers in return. She had a ghost in her house which wandered the rooms every night, moving items or even furniture.

By the age of twelve, I had gathered the fact that my house was Haunted, yet, I hardly cared. I went on with my life. I’m now thirteen. My items still get moved, I still hear voices in the night and banging along with it. My brother still sees things but now I know the true fact why;

It’s Mary.

Sent in by Amy Kent, Copyright 2010