Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I don’t know what to think about this dream my boyfriend has had since he was a  teenager. Two or three times a week he dreams that he’s driving on along an icy road and he’s mad about something. In his dream he looks down to see how fast he’s going and still remembers the way the dash looks and the mileage 111,498. When he looks up he sees a truck sliding on the road up ahead. He slides into the side of the truck then the car starts rolling. And he blacks out. When he wakes up he’s in the hospital but he sees himself in the bed and someone holding his hand and crying. There are two little boys next to him and another women sitting in the chair. Then it fades away. The dream feels so real.  He has had this dream a few times a week for 11 years.

The weird part is that when we first met he knew he’s seen me before and didn’t remember from where.  When the dream came he figured out it was me. He thinks he’s dreaming about his own death. He said that Ethan (my son) wasn’t much older than he is now.  He also has this car too. He bought it a couple years ago without realizing it was the same one. But right now the transmission is out and I told him not to fix it and we thinking about selling it for parts. But he still had this dream a lot even after the car broke down. It didn’t stop until we moved into this old house just a few months ago.

In this house it’s my boyfriend and I. My 2 kids and his brother lives in the basement. When he was younger he was able to see ghosts and hear them. It runs in his family, he’s brother and sister did too.  Well as they got older he tried to ignore it and he doesn’t see them as much. His brother wont even talk about it because they have seen some pretty scary stuff. A few days after moving in, things didn’t feel right to me. In the living room and kitchen I would feel like there’s someone watching me. I just told myself I needed to get used to the house. But one night I was going out the front door and my son was sleeping on the couch but I heard a little girl say “mommy” from right behind me. I turn and no one was there and my son was still sleeping. My little girl was sleeping upstairs and is to little to talk…

After I was done smoking I went upstairs to my bedroom and told him what happened. I said I think this place is haunted and he said yea it is.  He didn’t tell me because he didn’t want me scared. I said I thought the little girl was about 5 by the way she sounded. He has seen her a few times in the living room and kitchen. She looks to be about 3 or 4 he said.  He see’s and hears her a lot and even walks around her without even thinking about it. The owners of this house lived here for years but then moved and rented this one to us. They haven’t said anything but keep asking us if everything is ok here.

He thinks this little girl is the reason why his dream has stopped. I’ve never seen her, but I feel like I’m not alone and being watch sometimes. Steve (my boyfriend) says he finally feels “at home” or peaceful here.  When ever I get scared of something he just says she wont hurt us and she’s not trying to scare me.

I don’t know what think. He’s always thought he was dreaming his death and after 11 years it just stops.  What do you think?

Sent in by Rachel Rasmussen, Copyright 2010