Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

it started in 2006 I was 12 years old, my brother was in hospital with a brain tumor, the doctors said that it was operable and that he had an 80% change of surviving the operation. But the day when he went into hospital I kept seeing this little boy following me around. Then the night before the operation, I had a dream about it and that there was going to be complications, that the tumor was bigger then they thought and that they couldn’t remove it, then I saw the little boy and he was pointing at the clock the clock read 4:30. The next day my brother died on an operating table at 4:30, because of complications.

Last year on Christmas Eve the little boy came to me again but this time he told me that someone was going to overdose on some kind of drugs. Christmas day I went to see my granma and saw that there was a pile of Co-codamol tablet boxes on her bed side table. I moved them away off the table and in the drawer.

The next day my granma was found dead, the coroner’s report said that it was a drug over dose but the Co-codamol boxed hadn’t been touched, we later found out that my granma used to hide the tablets in her pillow and that the majority of the boxes were empty.

So far I’ve never seen the little boy again… but one day deep in my mind I know that he will come and that some one close will be dying.

Sent in by Mollie Hardy, Copyright 2011