When I was a kid, around 3 – 8 I didn’t like ghost movies because I was strongly into the spirit world. I’m 13 now, and I still am connected to the dead. When I about 6 I remember I lived in an apartment with my mom. My dad left cause my mom abused him. My mom never stayed home with me. She was on drugs horribly bad. (Thank goodness she’s not anymore).� So when I was home alone I would cry wishing I had someone.
I’d play with a small doll I had. She had a black tutu on with white trimmings on the skirt part. She had blonde hair that I dyed red, and I ripped her dress up. I once got so angry I ripped her head off and tossed it out the window. That night I was sleeping and I was awoken by giggling and dolls were getting thrown at me and all over my room. I felt sharp pains in my body and I felt wet all over my face. I woke up and ran to the bathroom, terrified. I looked into the mirror to see cuts and blood all over my neck. And my hair was red and my clothes were ripped. I knew instantly what happened so I ran outside and got the doll’s head and glued it back on and went back inside to hide in my bed. I was crying, and I felt so numb. Then I saw my closet door slide open and a girl with blonde hair, and the doll’s dress standing there. I couldn’t breathe. I strained for air and tried not to scream. When I got under my covers I saw a hand on my chest. I instantly screamed and jumped up to run out but my door was locked. After that I tried to bust it down. Anything to get out. I thought about crawling out the window, but we lived on the second floor. I banged on the floor screaming for help but the neighbors just hit their roof telling me to shut up. I got up, and felt hands pushing me until I reached the window. I was almost pushed out of the window ! But my mom walked in my room freaking out. She took me to a Mental Hospital and tried to see if I was crazy. To be honest, I thought I was.
After that I didn’t hear from the ghost for about 3 years. I was 9, and I lived with my dad and older brother now. I was eating and watching TV just before I went to school. But then the TV cut off. Since it was a big screen TV without glass, it had that fuzzy / plastic kind of screen, I looked back to see the girl standing there. I choked on my cereal and couldn’t scream so I fell on the floor kicking and hitting the couch. Then the TV came back on with the name “Sarah” printed on the screen. I didn’t think anything of it, tried to forget it.
Now, just before my birthday I ran away with my boyfriend – which my mom DID NOT like (forgot to mention I live with my mom again) he was 17 and I was 12. We were walking down the highway going back to his place. I looked around to make sure we weren’t being followed. (It’s Pensacola! People are crazy here!) I looked behind us to see Sarah following us. I didn’t say a word. My boyfriend noticed how nervous I was getting, and he asked if I was okay. I told him I was just nervous we’d get caught or something. When we got back to his house we were laying in his bed just hanging out. It was his brother, him, and me. His brother was sitting on the floor and we were in the bed. He had a bunk bed, and when they turned the lights off we started making-out just a little, and when I looked by their dresser I saw the girl sitting on the dresser. Still, once again I remained quiet.
Okay, so lastly, I’m 13 now. Living home with my mom still in a trailer. Me and my friend Justin were just chilling listening to Insane Clown Posse, Twiztid and ABK. Now if you don’t know they’re a rap group. So they don’t really have yelling. But we heard a scream on the track. We just laughed and rewound it to make sure. Sure enough there was NO scream this time. We just looked at each other and thought it was funny. So we joked about it and made fun of ghosts. Stupidly.
My mom wasn’t home, so I just wanted to go back inside to get my head straight. I tried opening my door but it wouldn’t budge. I was locked out ! I asked Justin if I locked the door, and he said I didn’t. And I didn’t remember locking it. So I went out back to try to open the back door. I couldn’t so Justin tried to pick at the lock. I hit my head against the outside wall and leaned against the window. Not if 1 minute later I heard the same bang that I made when I hit my head. I jumped and looked around laughing wondering what the hell that was. I knocked on the window and someone knocked back. I thought my mom was home, so I knocked on the back door telling her “This isn’t funny, let me in.” But nothing happened. I looked past the blinds and saw someone walking around. I knew it wasn’t my mom, so me and Justin just ran back to his house and stayed there for the rest of the day until my mom got home. When I went back home I went to get on the computer to talk to my brother (he lives in Asia). When we were talking he typed the word “Sarah”. I asked him What? and he said he didn’t type that. I wrote back and it didn’t send. The connection had been lost. And my messenger went down. I sighed knowing what was going on. Now that I’m older I could care less. I just went to my room and got a Ouija board to talk to this Sarah girl.
When I was talking she said she was my dad’s sister. I didn’t believe her, but she spelled out my dad’s name. I just laughed and asked her questions of my family, and she got them all right. I couldn’t believe it. I asked her why she tried to kill me when I was a kid and she didn’t reply. so I just went to bed, forgetting to close the convo. Around 11 pm I woke up to something tickling me, I looked up to see Sarah standing there. I just sat there with a surprised look. Tired, I thought I was just seeing things. But she just disappeared.
Ever since then I haven’t seen anything. But I wont doubt her return. If you know anything about the name “Sarah” and what it means, tell me please. All I say is real. Also if you have any information on ZOZO I would love to know it. My nickname has been ZOZO for years, and my friends just told me what ZOZO really was. So I need some info.
Sent in by Summer, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com