Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Okay, so here we go. This all started around a year and a half ago, near the end of my eighth grade year. Or at least that was when I had begun to observe it.

So last year, I had my room full of Jonas Brothers posters. I was obsessed. My room had posters hanging from the ceiling and everywhere you can think of. It got to the point where I hade to duck and weave to get to my bed. So, one night, I was up really late reading and listening to music. After taking a bathroom break, I began to walk down the stairs to my room. Suddenly, a bunch of my posters flew up and around. I didn’t have a fan blowing, no windows open, nothing. So I ran back upstairs screaming some unintelligent words and slept in my little sisters room that night.

In the morning I went down to my room, and everything was as I had left it. But I still felt an uneasy, uncomfortable feeling being down there. I tried sleeping in my room again the next night, but something different happened. I was getting ready to go to sleep, and I had all the lights off but one, right above my bed. I was writing something, thought I don’t remember what, and I looked up to see something black. It should not have been there, because there was nothing to cast a shadow in that area. That uneasy, nervous feeling returned to me. Then it moved. Very very quickly, but the feeling didn’t go away. In fact it worsened as I felt the need to get out. So I grabbed my things this time and fled to the safety of my sisters room again. I haven’t slept in my own room since then.

But more than that has happened. When I was little, I used to sleep at the foot of my parents bed, and I would see things like what I had described. I would see black figures creeping outside my parents bedroom door, like there was something keeping them from coming in. I would call for my parents and they would come, and see nothing. The black figures fled as soon as I screamed “Mom!” It got so bad that one night we finally called my Grandma Nancy, who since then has passed away. She told me that it was the devil and his evil people. That they wanted to take control of me and they would if I was afraid of them. So I toughened up and they went away for awhile, or I just hadn’t seen them.

I think that maybe those same things had appeared again last year just as they did when I was little. I’ve also recognized that whatever it is, it likes to move my things around when I’m not there. Some days I like to pick out my outfits for school, and I’ll put them in one place and sometimes the outfit will be moved. Or I’ll have things all over my bed before I go to sleep at night, and in the morning, they’ll be pushed against the wall.

Written by Beatty Sterling, Copyright 2009