Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

In my family, pretty much at one time or another, each of the female cousins has their own little cousin. Their own, meaning that the younger cousin won’t leave the older one alone. For me, my cousin on my father’s side is Jake.

He’s four, and I am confused about his old imaginary friend. At the Christmas party for my father’s side in 2008 (when he was almost three), I was playing some game with Jake in the game room/sewing room/fitness room when I noticed a huge shadow come up behind him. Of course, my first reaction was that my brother or one of my cousins had come in to the room to tell us that dinner was ready. I turned around so I knew who I could address, but no one was there. I looked back at Jake and he was talking to someone. The huge shadow was still behind him, but I don’t think that he saw it, or, he saw something else.

“Jakie, who are you talking to?” I asked him. That was the first time that he had ever completely ignored me.

Jake let out a giggle, but his laugh wasn’t alone. I’m extremely protective of my family and friends, even more so to the ones younger then I. I put my hand on his shoulder and he pushed it off. He was still talking to whomever he saw. Once again I put my hand on his shoulder, but this time I didn’t let him push me away. I turned him around so he would be looking me in the eye. Again I asked him who he was talking too.

“Max,” he answered me. Once he said this the shadow moved towards the closet. I told Jake to go and ask Heather (his mother) what time dinner would be ready. As soon as he was out of the room, I went over, closed and locked the door to the room (yes, I know. I was acting like that stupid girl who dies first in all horror movies, but hear me out). After I made sure that the door couldn’t be opened by Jake I walked over to the shadow.

“Stay. Away. From. Him.” I told the shadow. It faded away then. I went to the closet and looked inside to see if there was anyway that someone could of done a light show or something to make that shadow appear. No one was in there and it was full of old toys, nowhere to hide.

The rest of the day went by normally, and Jake didn’t mention Max again.

Get this, in November of 2009, Jake’s little brother was born. He was given the name Maxwell, but we call him Max for short.

Our grandmother passed away in 2004, two years before Jake was born. She died when I was still a little girl, so I hardly remember her. But something that I am constantly told, is that I have the same love for children as she did. I don’t just love young children, I try to teach them, protect them, and guide them as much as it is humanly possible for me to. Grandma always protected me from my older cousins that would pick on me, and she taught me to love the ones younger then me.

Make of this what you will. Thank you for reading.

Sent in by Ghost Girl, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com