When I was in the fifth grade, my family and I moved into a new house in the middle of Ft. Lauderdale. I always felt at ease there. The house I lived in before was haunted by a man (If you wanna read about it look up The Man in the Bathroom, and I made a mistake in that story. I said we moved there between my fourth and fifth grade year but I was mistaken. That’s when I moved from that house to this house in Ft. Lauderdale. I was five when we moved into the haunted house with the Man in the Bathroom)
Anyway, like I was saying. I never really had the weird feelings I had at the other house. Sure I’ve always been a wimp about the dark. I mean I’m 26 and still catch myself running from a dark room when I turn off the light. We had lived in that house for years without an incident. Like ten years and nothing out of the usual.
That changed when I was about twenty one. Weird things started happening. It was hardly noticeable at first. Objects would go missing and then turn up again. You’d set something down when you were alone in the house just to come back ten minutes later and find it had moved. Sudden cold spots and that weird feeling, “I’m not alone” and the feeling of someone walking behind you when no one was there. I hardly noticed it though as weird as it sounds. I mean I was 21 and in college. I was always going a million miles a minute.
But after about eight months or so my mom started to ask me things like if I had noticed missing objects or gotten weird feelings or seen anything. “No” I said. Then she told me about the coughing. “You ever hear someone cough in the other room when you’re here by yourself?” she asked. “No…why?” I asked.
She told me that on several occasions her and my step dad would be in the living room or somewhere else together and would hear a cough in the next room when they knew it was just them in the house. She said she would even hear it when she was alone. What? My mom knows I’m a weenie when it comes to ghosts and stuff and for my mom to ask me questions I knew something was going on.
Well around this time is when I started hearing my name. It wasn’t constant or like I was possessed or anything. It happened at night and happened more than a few times. I would be laying in bed trying to sleep, I’ve always been an insomniac so sleep escapes me at times. It always happened when my eyes where closed. Sometimes I’d be half asleep and sometimes I’d just barely close my eyes to try and sleep but would be wide awake but I would hear my name, like someone shouting it just inches from my ear. “JENNIFER” they’d shout and it would wake me up or freak me out. I always brushed it off but I knew I definitely heard it. He would only say it once but it was very clear. It felt like he wanted my attention.
One day I was talking to my mom, who by this time was convinced there was a spirit in the house, and she said she saw him. She was sitting in the backyard having her morning coffee when she saw a man walk into the den and go to walk out of the back door which was only about ten feet from her. But the guy disappeared. She thought it was my step dad. When she checked he was fast asleep and in the back bedroom on the other side of the house. There was no way he could’ve moved that fast and he denied it was him later on. Whatever, I said. My mom always did like to kid me about being a weenie about ghosts. I never did tell her though about the voice calling my name at night.
But then everything came to a head and I can honestly tell you this was one of the most frightening and vivid experiences with the supernatural I have ever had. Now I’ve been told by friends maybe it was a seizure or sleep paralysis and I’m completely open to that. But just read and you be the judge.
I was laying down wide awake, WIDE AWAKE, not half asleep not drifting but wide awake in my bed staring at the ceiling. My light was on even though it was around three in the morning cause I knew I wasn’t going to fall asleep anytime soon. From where I was laying my bedroom door was to my left and past the foot of my bed and closed. I was just staring at the ceiling wondering why I couldn’t sleep like a normal person when my eyelids got heavy and it seemed to get dark. I was trying to open my eyes cause I felt like I was drugged or something, it didn’t feel like I was naturally falling asleep. My eyes were half open and I could slightly see my room.
Then I heard my door open and close and it was like a black shadow was enveloping my room and moving over and surrounding me while my eyelids got heavier and heavier. I was freaked out. I felt my covers being pulled off me and it looked like a shadow of a hand was pulling at them. I tried to pull ‘em back and sit up but something pushed me down and stared saying in my ear “Hey girl Here I am Hey…hey” I couldn’t fully open my eyes. I tried to scream for my mom but I couldn’t say anything. I was almost completely engulfed by the shadow and could still hear the voice but I still couldn’t scream or completely open my eyes and was still being pushed down.
My covers were almost completely off me by now and the force pinning me down started to feel like it was pushing into me. I felt like I was in that shadow forever. I started to say the Lord’s prayer and just as swiftly as it had come it faded away and I sat on my bed. Alone with the lights on and my covers and blankets almost completely pulled off my bed. I was completely freaked out and called my boyfriend at the time completely hysterical.
Needless to say I didn’t sleep at my house for a week. Now I’m not a witch but I know some tricks. I cleansed the house with sage while saying the Lord’s prayer demanding the spirit to leave. I put salt down at all the base boards, which mommy dearest wasn’t too thrilled about, and put dragon’s blood and other cleansing stones at the corner of my room and through the house.
That was the last time I felt that spirit. My mom and I are in agreement that it felt like a wondering spirit, like it wasn’t attached to anything in particular just was looking for attention. It felt angry and alone but it wanted someone to acknowledge it. I felt bad for him and whoever he is I can only pray that his spirit will rest and leave me alone.
Rest in Peace dear spirit. I hope you find what you’re looking for.
Sent in by Jennifer, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com