Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Hi! My name is Morgan! This all started when I was home alone one morning. I was about 11 years old. I was in my bathroom brushing my teeth, when I thought I heard my toilet flush behind me. I turned around expecting to see an intruder, but there was nothing there. I thought maybe that there was a problem with the pipes, but not after this happened:

So, I went into my bedroom and went to pick out the clothes I was going to wear, when the drawer opened and the clothes I was going to wear flew out of my drawer and landed in a very neat pile in the middle of my floor! I started freaking out!

I went downstairs and called my friend. I was crying and all upset! Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I thought maybe it was my mom or something, I wasn’t quite sure. I went to turn around, and there, right in front of me, was standing a girl.

A girl about 6 or 7 years old! She had light brown hair to her shoulders, and had a red bow on the right side of her head. I screamed! She said to me in this strange voice that I can’t really explain: “Please don’t be afraid of me! I will not hurt you.” I didn’t know what to say or do!

My friend came over that night and we got out the Ouija Board. BIG MISTAKE! I DIDN’T REALLY WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING! I asked “Is there a spirit here who needs to talk?” We took our hands off of it because we didn’t want anyone to cheat, and it moved to the word YES! I said “What is your name?” It moved to the letters” S-A-L-L-Y. I said Sally? It moved to the word YES again!! I said “Why are you here?” It moved to the letters: P-N-E-U-M-O-N-I-A. So I said ” You died here of Pneumonia?” It moved to the word YES for the 3rd time!

I said to my friend ” We need to do some research on this!” She said “Yep!” So we did! We found out that before we built our house there was a farm house. In the house was a maid, which was a slave mother to three kids. Sally, Alyssa and Mark. Sally got really, really sick and eventually died at the age of 7! Poor thing!

So, me and all my friends now understand her, and we communicate with her, and talk with her, and she is the nicest “ghost” you could ever imagine!

Written by Morgan Erskine Copyright 2008