Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I had only heard about poltergeists a few times before, mostly in movies like ‘Beetlejuice’ and such but I had my first experience about a year ago.

I had moved up into my sister’s room when she had moved out. It was a large room and we had only lived in this house for about a year now. The owners that lived in the house before us had told us that it was used as a clinic/hospital. Which was easy to believe because we always found apothecary bottles, tubes, and such outside in the yard. My whole family believed in ghosts but I had never encountered so much until I moved into that room. I had finally arranged everything the way I wanted it. The attic of course was found in my room, and it had a tendency to open by itself. So I had put an 80 lbs dresser in front of the door that I could barely slide across the floor myself let alone pick it up.

Well one day my friend wanted me to go to her house for the weekend. So I packed up a few things and left with my mom. My step-dad was downstairs in the living room which is directly under my room. He had gotten home from work a few minutes after we had left. He thought that my mom was still at work and that I was upstairs sleeping as usual. He started to hear footsteps in the hallway towards my bedroom. Then my door push open and footsteps that sounded like they were going into my room. There were a few seconds of silence and then a huge thump. He called for me to be quiet but of course I didn’t answer because I wasn’t there.

When I had gotten home he gave me a weird look. I asked him what was wrong and he told me everything that had happened. I walked up into my room with him behind me because I didn’t want to go into my room if someone was in there. When I walked in I was in shock. My dresser that was already 80 lbs with an extra (about) 30 lbs on it from my stuff was knocked down. My things were strewn across my floor and the attic door was wide open against the wall. I cleaned everything up because it definitely wasn’t going to scare me off. But things started to get worse.

I started having pain in my dreams that felt completely real, which isn’t abnormal. But I started to wake up with cuts, bloody noses, and scratches on my arms. I would find blood on my walls and smeared on my windows. Not like in the movies where its drenched. They were just small spots, but blood is blood. I started to become depressed and cry a lot. I had feelings of wanting to hurt myself and other people. I began to have harmful images run through my head. I never wanted to leave the room or be outside. I hated everything in the world that I once loved and began to starve myself for no apparent reason. I knew that I needed to get out of the room.

I switched rooms with my mother and my step-dad who didn’t think the room was the reason for my problems. I had a tendency to sleep walk and move in my sleep which my mother thought I had hurt myself on accident while sleep walking. A few weeks passed with her being in that room when she finally began to become depressed. It was a slow start at first but she began to fall into a depression and she cried a lot. My step-dad felt weird vibes about being in the room alone and never wanted to go near the closet. He was unable to sleep and soon my mom found herself the same way. She’s trying to get out of the room at the moment but we don’t have any other room in the house. It’s come down to her staying downstairs and never going to her bedroom until she feels as though she’ll pass out.

To this day we still don’t know anything about what is going on with that room.

Written by Anonymous, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com