Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I had never been one that believed in ghosts or the paranormal. My grandmother used to tell me stories of how she would see ghosts, and how she had a ghost that followed her since she was a child. Even though I loved hearing her stories because they were so entertaining, I just never fully believed them. My opinion was “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

I have a 10 year old daughter, but when she was 6 I discovered that she was always playing with her imaginary friend that she called Cindy. I thought it was normal for little kids to have imaginary friends, so I just ignored it. some of the things she would talk about with Cindy, however, just seemed all too strange for a six year old to be discussing with a fake friend.

My husband and I, at the time were going through a very bad divorce, so I had just begun renting a home for a few months until things got figured out. My daughter jenny didn’t know much about the divorce, since she was so young all I told her was that mommy and daddy were just giving each other some space. This divorce had really taken up a lot of my energy, and I was extremely depressed, but I never let jenny see that I was miserable, I acted exactly the same so she would continue to have a normal happy childhood.

I had been crying myself to sleep for weeks. One morning before school, jenny asked me why I would cry every night. My immediate thought was “how could she possibly hear me?” My bedroom used to be downstairs, and hers was upstairs, and I never cried loudly so I was very confused. I asked her what she was talking about, she continued to go on about how I shouldn’t be so sad, and I shouldn’t cry every night. I asked her what would make her think such a thing, and she told me that Cindy saw me crying the night before.

My only explanation was she must have snuck into my room and seen, even though that seemed impossible since I would have been able to see her come into my room. I tried to explain to her that I was fine but she wouldn’t believe me. She kept going on and on about how Cindy always sees me crying at night. At this point I’ll admit, I was a little freaked out and confused, but I just ignored it.

One morning after I had taken jenny to school, I went back home and called my mother, I was crying to her on the phone talking about how much I hated my ex-husband and how I couldn’t believe I had ever married him, I was basically just venting. Later that night Jenny asked me “why were you complaining about daddy to grandma?” Once again, I was completely caught off guard. I knew there was no way she could have heard that conversation since she was at school. She told me that Cindy told her this.

I decided I had to do something, so I sat Jenny down and told her “Cindy is just an imaginary friend honey, she doesn’t exist.” The second I said that, a glass that I had just finished washing fell off the counter and shattered. Jenny just looked at me and said “you shouldn’t of said that, now you made her mad.” This didn’t make any sense to me, I was actually starting to believe that maybe Cindy was real, coming from me, one who NEVER believed in the supernatural. How Jenny would explain everything in such detail, it was as if she was listening in on the conversation even though I know she wasn’t.

Jenny had stopped talking about Cindy for a while, so I was starting to feel silly for believing that Cindy really did exist. But one day when I was in the kitchen doing the dishes (right in front of the sink is a window that looked onto the backyard where there is a swing set) I was doing the dishes as Jenny was swinging and talking to herself, which of course had to be Cindy. All of a sudden I realized that the second swing was swinging as well, the empty one. It wasn’t swinging the way a swing does when the wind hits it for example, it was full out swinging, at the same force Jenny was swinging. I think I must have gone completely pale.

The very next day I called my landlord and told him that I needed to leave immediately. I had done some research and found that the house had once been occupied by a family in 1973 with a young daughter, the woman had gone crazy and drowned her daughter and taken her own life as well. As soon as I saw that the young girls name was Cindy, you can’t imagine how terrified I was.

This happened four years ago, and since my daughter and I left that house, Jenny said she never saw Cindy again. But now, after seeing it myself, I absolutely am a believer.

Sent in by Samantha, Copyright 2008 TrueGhostTales.com

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