Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I have always known that my house was haunted. My mother is somewhat skeptical, but my father and I have named this spirit “Sadie”. We have both seen/felt her on numerous occasions, and her presence always brings with it a feeling of comfort/peacefulness. She is dressed in pioneer-type clothing, with long curly hair and a bonnet. My house was built in the early 1800s, so I have no doubt that she used to live here.

But onto my problem.

About two months ago, I broke up with my boyfriend of over a year. Let’s call him Jake.

Now, I lived with Jake for about six months, and over the course of those six months, I would always hear a deep, raspy man’s voice calling my name urgently. Or one time, while I was in the shower (this is around 8 AM), I had left the door open in the event that Jake should need to use the restroom. I was shampooing my hair when I heard the door creak a little, and Jake’s voice say, “It’s just me.” I proceeded to begin rinsing my hair out, and the whole time Jake was talking to me. I said to him, “Just a second, I can’t hear anything you’re saying,” and about that time I heard the door shut.

So I get out of the shower, get dressed and do the hair/makeup thing. This takes maybe ten minutes overall.

I step out of the bathroom and go to put a load of laundry in the washing machine. As I walk through the kitchen, I see a note on the microwave. I set the basket down and pick up the note. It was from Jake, saying he’d left at 7:30 that morning and he wouldn’t be back until about 5 o’ clock that night. I know that it was a little after 8 AM when I got in the shower. But I had actually seen Jake through the shower curtain, albeit briefly. It scared the crap out of me.

So, about six months later, we break up. I move back in with my parents, and life is going great. I’m back in touch with my first love, working full time as a waitress, and I’m making bank. My life is finally starting to look up.

So about two weeks ago, and several nights since then, I’ve been having a very strange dream.

In this dream, I’m at a house that I looked into buying when I was with my first love the first time (before I got with Jake). It’s three stories tall, and it’s absolutely gorgeous. So in this dream, I’m running away from someone with a gun. I’m running as fast as I can up the spiral staircase on the second floor of this house, and I turn to see who my pursuer is. And it’s me. I’m chasing myself with a gun.

Now, I want to say that I have never been one to ponder self mutilation, and the thought of suicide has never crossed my mind. I’m a very happy, bubbly person. But I’ve noticed that on the nights that I have this dream, I can feel a terrifying presence, and I know that it’s whatever was in the bathroom with me that day, pretending to be Jake. I can’t explain how it is that I know this, I just do. He appears lately as a shadow-type figure, usually peaking around corners at me, then disappearing. My father has seen this same entity on a couple occasions.

I get a creepy feeling from him, or it, but I don’t want to jump to the conclusion that it’s a demon. I’m not especially religious, but I’m very spiritual. I’m always checking my horoscope, reading tarot cards, and I go to a psychic that I trust dearly on a regular basis. She has not foretold of anything like this happening to me, and whenever I bring it up to her, it frustrates her that she has not been able to see it.

Anyone have any ideas as to what this could be?

Sent in by Cheyenne, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com