Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Before my grandparents moved into our house they were told by the current owners that it was haunted by a young boy who died awhile back. He had some kind of illness and went to take nap and never woke up. It seems that the events didn’t occur until I was born in 1995 (by the way my family moved there when my mom was a year old).

The first event that I was told happened… my aunt used to take care of me while my mom was at work, and for some insane reason in the living room the light bulb was one of the Halloween ones that shoot out red instead of white. So my aunt left me in the living room watching barney while she took a shower. She closed and locked the door and when she came out the bathroom door was wide open.

The next experience also happened to my aunt, she was home alone on a rainy night she was looking out her window (from her window you can see all the way down the street) and saw a lady dressed all in black carrying what looked like a baby. She walked up to our door a rang the doorbell. I believe she waited for awhile until she left. My aunt watched as the lady walked and disappeared down the street.

The next experience happened to me… I was about 3 I believe, my other aunt had come to visit and in our living room we had a big green curtain over the sliding door. My aunt came into the living cause she saw me standing under the curtain looking out the sliding door and she said “Reina, hi sweetheart” and my mom heard her and brought me down with her! My aunt nearly had a heart attack when they asked what was wrong she said that Reina was standing right at the sliding door when in reality I was upstairs with my mom. The ghost was trying to be me I don’t know why but he was.

Once while I was watching TV I had went outside to tell my grandma about what I was watching and when I looked inside I saw a shadow pass along the wall. See I believe this is the ghost of the little boy, but am not sure if he is the only one in my grandparents house. I am now 15, and me, my grandpa, and uncle are the only ones who have seen him he usually walks from my uncles room (which is were he died) to the kitchen and back.We have not seen the boy in about a year, and to tell you the truth even though I feared him I do miss him and for some reason I call him Charlie, My Friend Charlie (R.I.P). Thank you so much for reading I have a few more stories but those will have to wait till next time.

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