Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Ok, I’ve read most of these stories and thought to myself in general that they could be true.  My story is quite different, I called myself a skeptic, quite the little non believer. I still am to an extent, but all the way through my childhood I’ve gone through some strange experiences, not only I but others around me can not explain.

When I was young I could feel things, for example someone’s emotions if their emotions were extraordinarily high for reasons like recently losing a close relative/someone special, I could tell. It got to a point where I would go through the emotions that other people would be feeling around me. My father called me hyper-sensitive, his way of being skeptical and kosh about everything. Which I could understand why and his reasons. After a while I hit puberty and eventually became a self obsessed teenager.

My mother would constantly bring it up at family gatherings. It was embarrassing most of the time because of my age and friends would be attending etc. At one party it got a bit out of hand, one of  my mothers friends probably had had enough of her every time going on about how great I was. So he stood up in front of everyone there and demanded proof, my mum obviously being a bit drunk pulled me to my feet and dragged me to the kitchen/dining room, I couldn’t stop laughing at the time.

We both stopped in front of the freezer, my mum used to keep loads of ice lollies in there, many colours from blue bubble-gum flavour to pink strawberry. She shouted out to her friend “Name a colour!” He shouted out “orange” and she told me to put my hand in the freezer without looking so I did, still laughing obviously. I grabbed one of the cold lollies in my hand and pulled it out. ORANGE. Her friend then shouted out again blue and stated there were probably loads of that colour in there. So this time I scrambled my hand around and pulled out another, it was blue. Her friend and my mother moved closer, it didn’t seem so funny anymore and I stated that I wanted to stop. I went to bed early that night, I’d scared myself stupid going over it in my head.

A few months passed and we all eventually got over it. I just got in from college, I went upstairs and I was sitting in my room when I heard my mother call out to me, I went downstairs, looked around, and there was no one there. I assumed she’d shouted to tell me she was going out. I walked towards our stairs and noticed that our bathroom door was open but previously when I walked past it before it was closed. I went up the stairs and closed it, I was scared but skeptical like I said. I sat on my bed and I heard my name again but this time it sounded closer and less familiar. I quickly got up and slammed my door closed. I heard the door to the next room open and foot steps across the floor. I was terrified. I thought that there was an intruder, when I heard who ever it was muttering and mumbling I decided there and then to call the police.

They arrived within minutes and basically made me look like a fool. They found no one, but not only that they could not find any evidence that any one was even there, so they gave me a warning for wasting police time. I took their little letter and walked them to the door. I bolted the door closed knowing that no one was in the house, I made sure no one would get in without a key. I made myself a cup of tea and watched a film. It was a funny film so it calmed myself down.

I went upstairs and began to have a wash, as I was brushing my teeth I noticed that the bathroom door was open again. I thought that I had closed it. I walked towards it and it slammed shut. I opened the door and peered outside, nothing. I shut it and locked it. I finished what I was doing. I opened the door. It felt cold but clammy like there wasn’t any fresh air. As I walked to my bedroom I felt as I was walking forever, I heard breathing behind me. I couldn’t turn as if I was being held there. I heard a whisper, a faint but yet strong voice. “Dad” I screeched out and I could move.

I ran down the stairs, out into the street, and down the road to my aunts. I ran into her house, up the stairs and in her computer room (where she always was). I was crying and having a panic attack but the thing was I wasn’t thinking about what had happened, I just wanted to get hold of my dad. I asked for her phone. She was a bit hysterical herself, I think she was confused as to what was wrong. I called his mobile, it rang and rang. I couldn’t bare it anymore and called my brother, I knew he would be with my dad, he answered. I was screeching down the phone at my brother, he eventually understood and passed the phone to my dad, I kept repeating are you ok? Are you ok? he didn’t respond. I just had this awful feeling. “No love, there’s been… erm there’s been an accident, your granddad erm…” I couldn’t let him finish, it would have been to painful for him to say. I just knew he had passed away. I put the phone down and staggered downstairs. I couldn’t understand what had happened? Who told me? What was going on? That night I slept at my aunts.

The next day my mother returned with my father and sat me down. She told me she had something to tell me. Something my grandfather had said before he died. He told my mother that he’d seen me in the road and swerved to miss me. I felt like it was all my fault, but then my dad told me that the police said that in their report that if he hadn’t swerved he’d killed everyone in the car including my father.

Sent in by Georgee, Copyright 2008 True Ghost Tales