Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I am writing this in hopes of some enlightenment.

I grew up in a Pentecostal church in the southeast region of Alabama. Being the niece of the pastor, I went every time the doors were open. I met a girl when I was young who claimed she knew Wicca. She easily convinced me to play because I was always curious of it and always felt, not just a presence, but an evil one.

We were probably 11 or 12 and being girls, we were asking it silly questions such as will we always be best friends? Will we have a mansion? and I distinctly remember asking it who will I marry? It replied with John. It said I would meet him after high school graduation, and we would marry and have a boy and a girl. I must have blocked it out, but we asked it a question and scared us to the point of cries of prayer. And I’ve never seen one again. I’m entirely way too scared to play one ever again.

After I graduated, within four months I started dating a boy named John. We were talking about spiritual things and I suddenly remembered what the board had said. In my mind, I thought he was the one and that was further proof. We dated for 2 years, and traveled a lot. Mostly to a hunting camp north of our town. It was called Peach Tree, Alabama. A tornado blew through the small town in the very early 1900′s. His family were wealth landowners and generous people so they turned their house into the local morgue until they could bury everyone that died in the storm. He told stories that the radio would play even though it was unplugged.

We were having a lengthy discussion about going back to church and I went to sleep that night thinking heavily of all the stories he told me. I dreamed there was a demon sitting on my chest speaking in tongues and then very clearly it ordered me not to get him back in church and then images of him taking our American Eskimo. I woke up screaming. John tried to calm me down and he fell back asleep before he succeeded. He mumbled something and I jumped. When I looked over at him he was sitting up speaking the same tongues! I screamed and jumped out of the bed and he suddenly snapped out of it and didn’t remember any of it at all.

When we got back in town we started going to church. And very shortly there after our dog was hit by a car. Coincidence? Very possible but so strange. Things didn’t work for John and I but shortly after we broke up I moved on into another serious relationship. Zack, who was two years younger than me and just graduated high school. We were talking about religion and demons and I told him the stories, and what the Ouija board said to me. He froze, and said his first name was Jonathan.

Sent in by Sharon, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com