Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

These experiences are from myself and family members and are 100% true. I hope you enjoy. Sorry for how long it is.

Ok. Well, it hasn’t done anything lately. Not sure why but it hasn’t. The first time I ran into it I was either a freshman or junior in high school. I was asleep in the room that had been my great-grandmother’s room. The house is super old and has several spirits in it including a little girl, an old married couple, and twins.

I know of the twins because I’m scared half to death of going up the stairs to where my old bedroom is because of them. One is especially rude and gives off this energy of wanting to shove you down the stairs. The other is shy and seems to be held back by her sister.

The old married couple would check on my mother while she was pregnant with me. They would appear at the end of the bed and walk to my mother’s side and the woman would bend over and reach to touch my mother’s forehead but they both disappeared each time right before her hand touched her forehead.

The little girl (who appeared soon after my grandmother died) would climb into bed with my father and grandfather at around 4 in the morning just about every other night for quite a while (she also came after my great-grandmother died but wasn’t there too long). My father and grandfather would be awoken by her climbing into bed with them and at first would think it was my little sister.

Anyway… That’s just to show a few of the spirits we have.

Well, the dark spirit the night that I first saw it, it scared me. It shook my bed so much that it woke me up and when I woke up I rolled over to see a black mass rising at the side of my bed as if it had been kneeling by my bed. It scared me so much that I wanted my mother. I don’t often want my mother because well, just because. I could always feel it in that room or in anywhere else but especially in that room and I’d see it every now and then. It’d move my stuff or make noises in the room.

One day a little while back, my father and I were in the laundry room (right next to the front bedroom that I had been sleeping in when it happened) and we could hear the bed slamming against the side of the wall. It was hard at first but started to sound like someone was just on it moving around. At the time my mother was out of town and my grandfather wasn’t at home and my sister was in the living room. My father and I walked into the hallway and I stopped in front of the bedroom door not halfway wanting to go in there. So, my father opened the door and we both looked and nothing. Absolutely nothing.

In February I moved out for reasons that are private. I moved in with my boyfriend and his parents. The spirit followed me and wasn’t happy with that. He would turn off the sound on the laptop or turn things on. It would knock things over, etc. It especially liked turning the alarms off on my boyfriend’s phone, mine, and the laptop. These alarms were all set for the same time and they were for my boyfriend to be able to wake up for work. We made sure the alarms were set and so on after the second time it happened. It hasn’t done much lately but it does appear every now and then.

This brings me to a few months ago, my boyfriend and I house sat for my parents. I was ok cause I was with my boyfriend. The first night we were there we slept in bed together (a tiny single bed because we were too lazy to pull the trundle bed out) in the front bedroom. The next night we slept on separate beds. The day after we were done house sitting he said he could feel it there, the dark spirit and that he understood why I was so afraid to even set foot in there alone. That scared me a little. He hasn’t said anything about it since though and I’m ok with that. The thing that scared me about it was that he always makes fun of me for overreacting to certain things or to the fact that I can’t watch a scary movie in the dark anymore.

My older brother, when he was little at the same house where everything happened to me, would be asleep and he’d yell and talk in his sleep. My parents decided to ask who he was and what not. He told them he was a man in the air force from some war. My brain’s a bit fuzzy. Anyways, they looked him up in books and online and this guy existed! They didn’t know how my brother would have known it but they tried to figure out why he was still there. Eventually I guess he just left.

Also when he was little, he would play catch with our grandfather that died before he was born. He had never even seen a picture of him. At the house the drive way is a big hill basically and my brother would stand at the top of the hill and throw a ball down the road and guess what, the ball would be thrown back up. At one point my mother asked my brother what he was doing and he told her that he was playing catch with grandpa. It was so strange. And I’m sure it made my mom cry., a lot.

I won’t get into my sister’s situation for now. But I can tell you that I’ve always been sensitive to certain things. I’ve even just felt energies. At a house we lived in for a while when I was little, my brother lived there until he was about 17 then he “ran away” to live with my mom’s mom in Florida for… The rest of his life. Haha. Anyway, he lived at the side of the house where the car port was, there wasn’t much more back there other than a room with a doll collection (and beanie babies) and a computer desk with a computer. Oh, and a bathroom. After my brother left I didn’t go back there much but any time I went near his old room I’d feel a terrible energy. I kind of feel like that’s why he (my brother) went downhill.

Another thing, smells. Gah. I freakin hate some smells sometimes. When my mema (grandmother on mom’s side) died, the house of course was full of flowers but my father and I repeatedly smelled perfume. It was stronger than any of the flowers and we could smell it in places there no flowers. I hate perfume and we couldn’t figure out who it might have been wearing it spirit wise. Another… Cigarette smoke. I hate it when I can smell it and no one is smoking. At my parents house, my grandmother died, my great-grandmother almost died… They both had smoked since they were like, 13. My great grandma lived to her 90′s while my gma died in her 70′s for several reasons. Well, my father, sister, mom, and I will randomly smell cigarettes as if someone is smoking around us. It is a terrible smell and when I smell it I get a lump in my stomach.

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