Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I have three different instances that have scared me but the last episodes by far have freaked me out the most. I will start with the first one, I was maybe 13 years old and I was home alone talking on the phone to a friend. The phone was on a jack right next to the entryway that leads from the living room to the dining room. I was sitting on the floor right next to the entryway talking when all of the sudden, one of my baby brother’s balls rolled past the entryway right next to me. My great grandmother lived next door so I hung up and ran to her house and wouldn’t go back until my dad got home.

The next episode was when I was 20 and I was going to my older brother Ryan’s house, he lived out in the country. Upon pulling into the driveway you can see the window that is in the garage and the garage leads to the basement and as I pulled up, I looked at that window and saw my brother (or what I thought was my brother) looking out the window. There were no cars in the driveway and I remember thinking that his wife must have taken the car somewhere because Ryan was here, he looked out the window. I went in the garage and he wasn’t in there, I went into the house and he was nowhere in there either. I went back into the garage to get to the basement because that is where the men typically hang out. At the bottom of the basement steps is a plastic tarp that hangs over the doorway to keep it a little more insulated, as I got to the bottom of the steps, the tarp blew up like it had been caught in a breeze and there was no wind at all. That freaked me out so I went outside to call my brother to see where the heck he had disappeared to, he informed me that he was gone and no one was home. Just recently I was telling my younger brother this story and he looked scared and said that he had a similar experience in the same window and he also thought that it was Ryan, he saw someone walk by the window while he was standing outside just to find out that Ryan was asleep.

The final episode was while in my last house, I never felt easy in that house to begin with. I was upstairs laying down in bed, my kids were downstairs with their dad, they would typically watch TV until they all fell asleep and I would get my whole bed to myself, which I normally loved, but not anymore. I had just laid down when I heard someone sigh very loudly by my ear.  My first thought was that my daughter had snuck into bed with me until I heard her downstairs. The next evening we were sitting downstairs and my son was upstairs playing in the hallway by my room and he came running downstairs excited and asked me where we were going. I was confused and asked him what made him think we were going anywhere and he said that I had yelled up to him and told him to get ready so we could go. About 10 minutes later, my dog was standing outside my room looking into it and growling and barking at something. That night I still slept in the room and once again heard the loud sigh next to me ear, I tried to shrug it off and eventually fell asleep, in the middle of the night my husband turned the light on and that woke me up and he asked me what I said.  I told him that I was asleep and he said that I called something down to him but he didn’t understand what I had said. Needless to say, the rest of the time that we lived there, I slept in the living room with the rest of them. We just moved from there about a month ago and a week after moving into the new place, we found out that our landlord used to live in this house and his son committed suicide right outside of our bedroom. I hope nothing freaky happens here.

Sent in by Amber, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com