Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I’ve been terrified of the dark since I was old enough to sleep in my own bed. When I was 10, My mother told me about my father and hers past. It always interested me.

You see, my father’s an alcoholic drug addict. And they divorced when I was 7. My mom told me about the strange things that happened to her when she was with him. In South Carolina (We use to live there). There was one particular night, where my mother just laid down and fell asleep, suddenly, around 3 a.m, she was pulled from her bed and dragged down the hall. She was screaming, and looking back at her bruised ankles only to see nothing there.

When my dad retrieved her, he decided to tell her why that happened. By then, my mother was emotionally scarred, and scared. He told her that he practiced witchcraft, and he and his family have had powers. He said that they had the power to control demons, ghosts, etc. My mother was very overwhelmed with this.

She immediately sold the house and we moved to Florida. When I was six, I started getting the feeling someone, or something was watching me. I had to have my door open. I needed a nightlight, I needed my mom or dad to sleep on the couch in the living room until I fell asleep, I needed to be under the covers, bed against the wall, and I needed pillows surrounding me. (I still need the blankets and pillows)

One night, I finally fell asleep, and then around 4ish, I woke up, sweating. But I was cold, and I had goose bumps. I heard giggling coming from my closet and I was terrified to move. I stayed in my bed, staring into the darkness at my “alive” closet. My heart was beating rapidly.

I managed to ask who was there, the giggling stopped. I asked them to please stop, I was scared, and still, nothing. The next morning I awoke to see scratches down my legs and back.

My mom divorced my dad. I’m 12 now and I still have these experiences. I know I’m a little young to have all these mixed feelings about this, but… I know, I know, there is a demon following me. My dad was a warlock. And there’s a demon who’s been following me since the day I was born.

My mom refuses to talk about it. And I haven’t seen my dad for three years. I know, there’s something here with me.

Sent in by Bella Rain, Copyright 2011