Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This happened about three years ago, when my uncle Dave first moved into the house on main street. His daughter Dani lived with him, and her 2 year old daughter, Jaylyn.

A lot of weird things happened in that house. When Jaylyn wasn’t home, and if you sat in the living room, perfectly quiet, you could hear little bare feet running through the house, and a baby crying. Jaylyn was the only baby on the block, so it wasn’t coming from the neighbor’s house. Jaylyn would have full conversations with someone we couldn’t see, not if you looked for them. If we asked her who she was talking to, she’d simply say, “The baby.”

Now, Jaylyn was the only baby in the house, an only child, so we figured there was a ghost that she made friends with. No big deal, you know?

One night we were moving furniture when the power went out. Usually, it would come back on within a few minutes, so we lit a few candles and continued what we were doing. In the back of the house, my mother and I were moving a shelf, each of us holding one end, and my sister was holding Jaylyn so she would stay out of the way.

Anyway, we were moving the shelf when something ran past me, around waist level, and into the next room, which had no candles or any kind of light. I turned to tell my sister to get Jaylyn out of there, then saw that she was still holding her. For good measure, I went into the room with a candle. It was empty.

About a year later, Dave took down a stone wall in the back yard, and a new ghost appeared, a man I only saw once. One day I asked Jaylyn about him, and wrote down what she said.

Me: “Who’s the man, Jay?”
Jaylyn: “His name Neal.” (whispers) “Neal mean.”
Me: “How is Neal mean?”
Jaylyn: “Neal hurt the baby. Neal hits the baby. That’s not nice. Baby cries.”
Me: “Where’s Neal right now?”
Jaylyn: “Neal hiding. Over there.” (Points to what’s left of the stone wall.) “Neal scared.”
Me: “Why is he scared.”
Jaylyn: (Says nothing, only points to the cross on my necklace. Then runs off to Dave.)

After that, I just had to go to town hall and check out the records. Apparently a 3 year old boy died in that house, choked to death on a hot dog. The first name on the lease was Neal.

We still hear the baby, and Jaylyn, now 5, doesn’t talk to him anymore, but her 1 year old brother does. This is a true story, really, and Dave’s house still creeps me out.

Sent in by Morgan Whitchurch, Copyright 2010