Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I’ve had this dream, once when I was 4 – 5 and a second time when I was 8. Nearly all dreams don’t have a beginning. Well, this one did. I wake up in my car, who I see is, my future family, but in my dream I don’t realize this. In real life I’m 4 – 5, in my dream, I was about 15 – 16. I see my mom, my sister who is also older, my baby brother, my step-father, and two friends. This is my family that I have now, not when I was 4 – 5. Back then All I had was my mom and my one year old sister.

We’re driving to go to some hotel or something to meet up with the rest of my family. A storm breaks out, we have to stop. We stop at a huge house. We knock on the door to see if we could stay. A nice old lady opens the door and let’s us in. We sit down in the warm living room, even though it was poorly lit we still could see each other fine. While the adults are talking, I look around. I see a door frame, without the door, and beyond it, is pure blackness. I can’t see past the door frame. Suddenly, conversation stops between the adults. They freeze. The Old lady turns to me, and says “You’re not ready.” Everything unfreezes and goes back to normal.

I didn’t understand what that meant but I disregarded it. I look at my friends and we all knew that we’re going in there tonight. We looked around the house for some torches. We found one. We stepped up to the door frame. I was the first one to go in because it was my dream. The second I step through. A brick wall appears behind me. I scream, they scream. We don’t know what is going on.

After the initial shock is gone. I want to continue forward. But I can’t see so I let my eyes adjust (you wouldn’t usually do this in a dream). I see an empty hallway, only with boarded up windows on each side, with slits of light coming through them. I walk forward. I feel as if I’m watched. I reach the end of the hallway and I’m presented with two choices. Left or right. I take a right. Suddenly, the feeling of being watched overwhelms me. I collapse for the need of air. (Strange again, you usually wouldn’t feel anything in a dream).

After it was over, I continued forward. As I walk forward, I come up to a smaller hall, one with seven statues on each side. On the left, there were men holding shields and swords wearing knights armor, and nothing behind them. On the right, there were men on horses holding spears and shields wearing knights armor. Behind them though was as best as I can describe one, a werewolf, a Lycan. I could see every little hair on it’s body, the scars, the body muscles, I even remember it’s eye colors, golden brown. After I looked at it enough, I decided to move on and take another right.

This hall took me forever to cross. As I was at the ending of it, there was another “door” but there was no frame, it was just a rectangle in the wall. Even though I was in darkness, I could see, but beyond that door I couldn’t. I put my hand in it to see if I could walk through it. I could. So, I step in, and my vision disappears. I feel, “something” I can’t describe it. Then I wake up, crying, sweating, holding my pillow. I have no idea what this dream/nightmare means, but I need an answer, it’s been eating me for an answer.

Then there is the shadow ordeal. While I was 6, I was living on a farm with my grandparents. I was coming back from the fields with my little sister on my back. She was 1 – 2, and was almost asleep on my back. We were walking past a forest I didn’t really like. I catch something from the corner of my eye. I turn to look, I see a Shadow Figure. It instantly froze me with fear. My sister awoke from her limbo of the dream world and the real one. She clenched hard on my back, shivering. I look at it, straight in the face, I see nothing but just a head. It towered above me, almost mocking me. That’s not the right word because I didn’t feel anything from him/it. Then, after it looked at us for a minute or so it left, it simply walked back into the woods, slowly dissolving. I have seen it two more times, when I was ten in Ireland, and when I was 12, in Ireland. The first encounter was when I was in Lithuania. I moved to Ireland when I was 9.

Sent in by Rytis Chihunovas, Copyright 2011