Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Traumatizing past haunting experience and new ones.

Ok, so, let me start off by saying the event I will talk about first was very traumatizing for me (I was 6 at the time) and left me with extreme pediophobia (Pee-dee-oh-PHOBE-ee-uh) which is a fear of dolls that in 7 years I still have not gotten over. I had gotten a cabbage patch kid for my birthday. Everyone thinks these thing are “sweet” and “adorable”. Well, I beg to differ. That night I slept with my back to the TV in my room. The cabbage patch kid was in my arms. Sometime during the night I rolled over, and the cabbage patch kid was behind my back.

Well, I had what I call a “night terror,” which is what I use to describe a very strong and scary nightmare. In it I was being carried by the ghost of a woman down the stairs in my hallway to the basement of my house.
I guess, that, at one point that I must have been close to being woken up, because the woman yelled (And I heard this very loud and very clear, as if it were right by my ear) and disappeared through the door to my garage. When she yelled “Help!” And it was very loud and drawn out. Also, when she yelled, I felt a very strong wind and a cold on the back of my neck. I woke up, and as startled as I was, I turned to see the cabbage patch kid behind me. I twisted its head around, and never went near the garage again. My parents have been very careful to keep dolls out of the house, and I never had a dream like that again.

The newer hauntings I’ve had when my friend, who has psychic genes running through her family, told me two ghosts that had been murdered in the 1800s in my yard had followed me inside. She said their names were John and Maybeth. She said they were our age and they had snuck out one night then been brutally murdered.

Ever since then I’ve heard shrieking like someone was being chopped up, wet washcloths rubbing against windows, and most prominently people stomping up and down the hall and people calling my name. My brothers and sisters have heard the stomping, but only I’ve heard my name, the shrieking, and washcloths.
Can someone please help? This scares me!

Sent in by Rylee Godfrey, Copyright 2010