I have been a believer of the paranormal since the age of three. Probably younger. I’ve been told stories of my toddler days of having an imaginary friend and being scared out of my wits by something unseen. Now at the age of 17, these are some of my stories of my rather interesting childhood.
When I was about two years old, I had what many probably had at that age: an imaginary friend. I called him Howard. My parents assumed it was normal, so they played along with my “broad imagination”. For example:� once my dad watching a football game. I walk into the family room and said, “Hey, Dad! What are you doing?” “Watching football, �he replied. I smiled and said, �Howard likes football, too. Don’t you, Howard?” My mom said that I smiled and looked at the upper corner of the ceiling as if somebody was up there. She still took it for play… But one day, my mom was home alone. She was walking to the kitchen but then she heard little footsteps following her. She turned around, but she was alone.
Around that same time, my aunt and uncle lived in an apartment that I would absolutely refuse to enter. When my parents tried bringing me inside, I would scream bloody murder… It got so bad that my parents would have a family friend stay outside with me until they decided to go home. It wasn’t only me that was terrified of that place. My uncle was completely skeptical of my experience. However one night, he was home alone. He put my cousins to bed and sat down in the living room. When he was just about ready to head off to bed, he hears footsteps behind him.� He turns around� but nothing. He stays sitting for a while until he feels a cold sensation of breath on his neck. Chills take over his body. My aunt comes home from work to find the heater on full blast and my uncle bundled up in blankets.
When I was four, my family moved into my grandpa�s house for a while. Many bad things happened under regular bases� especially at night. I used to wake up screaming and hitting something invisible. I specifically remember that I would wake up in the middle of the night and stare at the short, dark figure standing at the door. The room was dimly lighted by the hall light. I could clearly see it standing there. I would stare at it for a long time� at one point it would run towards me with its arms flailing above his head and I would cover my head with my blanket. When I gathered enough courage to look out, there would be nothing there. That would happen almost every night.
One night, my little cousins and I decided to play hide and seek in the dark. The strange part about their room was that their switch was outside of the door.� For this game, it was rather convenient.� The youngest of my two cousins would always be the first to be the seeker. Her older sister and I used to pick on her for the amusement. When she was it, we would make her wait outside the door for the longest time, even though we would find our hiding spots within 3 minutes. After a while she stopped asking us if we were ready yet. We figured she was giving us more time. We called out to her �Mariah, were ready!�� But there was no answer. We kept calling out her name until the light switched off. We waited for her to enter he room, but she didn�t.� We called her name again and the light turned on again. We started yelling at her, telling her if she didn�t play right that we wouldn�t play with her anymore.� But the light began to constantly switch on and off. I got out of my hiding place and opened the door. My cousin was not there, but I saw the switch moving by itself. I screamed and my other cousin and I ran out of the room to find my cousin out on the front porch talking with family�
Another time, we decided to play it again… The youngest was it, of course. This time instead of making her wait, her sister and I decided to just throw little things (like stuffed animals) at her. We found our hiding places and allowed her in the room. She turned off the light and entered the room. When she was trying to find us, we were throwing things at her. At first, it was fun. All three of us were laughing until something flew across the room and almost hit my cousin. None of us were intending on throwing anything dangerous, but the object that was thrown could have seriously injured her. She assumed it was us and yelled at us to stop. While we were trying to convince her that it wasn�t us, something else flew across the room and hit the wall with incredible force. We ran out of the room. And stayed in the living room for the rest of the night�
Last summer, I spent time with my Grandma in Big Spring, Texas. Because of my weird experiences, I had a fear of sleeping alone. The one thing I did not like about my sister was how she would fall asleep with me and leave me by myself in the middle of the night. One night I woke up to find my sister gone and could fall back asleep knowing that I was alone. About thirty minutes pass and startling noises are coming from the roof of the house. It sounded like there was somebody running back and forth on the roof.� The steps were so heavy that it shook the crystal figurines my grandma had in her glass case. I covered my head in a blanket and wrapped myself in a ball until the noises subsided. I felt an ugly presence in the living room with me. I shut my eyes as tight as I� could and eventually fell asleep. The next morning, I told my grandma about it and she heard the noise, too. She also encountered an evil presence lurking around the house. So, she grabbed my hands and we rebuked the evil out of her house.
Throughout my life I have always a different perspective of things. I do believe that my experiences of the paranormal have caused me to do so.� If you are reading this and not a believer, I assure you that these things that I have told you are true� I am sure there are others like me.. and I am hoping to find some who can share the mystery of this unexplained phenomenon.
Sent in by Marisa, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com