Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This story was told to me by my mother and occurred before I was born. My mom and dad were just married and moved into a third floor apartment in Bangor. The first floor was a little convenience store and the second floor was rented out as well.

As soon as my mother moved in she hung a picture of Jesus at the last supper in her living room. Things started happening pretty soon after they moved in. The closet door in their bedroom refused to stay closed. Mom and dad would be laying in bed and the door knob would visibly turn and slowly open.

My mother would hear voices when my father was away at work that told her to kill her self in different ways. One afternoon this got so bad that she ran to the living room and sat under her picture until my father got home.

The bathroom was very small and had no light and was just an overall uncomfortable room.

One night, my parents had invited my grandparents to their home for dinner. While they were all at the table the kitchen faucet turned on by itself. My mom got up, turned the handle and shut it off. She sat back down and the whole family watched the faucet turn itself back on again.

The last visual event took place when my parents were coming home from a night out. They pulled into the drive way and looked up. Their bedroom window could be seen from the driveway. They watched as someone opened the closet door, walked across the room, walked back into the closet and shut the door. My parents looked at each other and then looked back up.

My father who had not witnessed anything other than the faucet turning on, saw faces in the window. My mother waited downstairs while dad went to investigate. He came down a few minutes later and they drove away. Needless to say, they moved. However, they did go back for their things a few days later.

As mom was carrying the last box of their stuff, she looked over the doorway. Sitting on the door frame was a card. It had a picture of Jesus on the front and said something like “thank goodness for your faith, or you wouldn’t be here”. I can’t remember the exact words. ( If I can get mom to tell me the story again, I’ll fix the wording) She left the card where she found it and never went back again.

This house was torn down quite sometime ago. Mom and dad have driven me by the empty lot between two houses, just an empty yard. I’m not sure what street it was on, It may have been Garland street. I’ll find out.

Sent in by Heather, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com