Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My sister was only 14 years of age when I lost her to the supernatural world [so I believe] she believed in all that kind of things she practiced it as if she really knew what she was doing, I always thought she was weird stupid and crazy. Me and her never really spoke because when she spoke, she would only speak of her project which was a self made Ouija board I would always think she was lying because she would talk about details that made no sense at all. One day I decided to ask her what did she believed in and why? Well she responded “I have my doubts about God and the Devil so maybe atheist”, then I asked then what are the symbols and stuff you practice for hours? she said “Craft”.

My sister didn’t look Gothic or acted like it with other people out side of her room, she was a Vegetarian and had an outstanding GPA. I would have never thought she’d become a monster in her inner personality. Me and her were like best friends when she was in the 6th grade, then again I’m older by 4 years and someone young was not in my interest. When she turned 14 she asked for money as a gift she came home with black shaded bags and said “Thank you” to my mom and dad. She ran upstairs happily and she didn’t quite shut the door like she normally does so I peeped in to see what she had bought, I saw a jar with blood and a small pet carrier box with a tarantula. I whispered “Oh!”, she turned around and told me not to tell anyone what I had seen and then she shut the door. I didn’t know how to react to that ,so I just nodded my head yes.

Two weeks later after everything had gone back to its normal being. Nothing Extra strange happened yet. Things were actually really calm lately. Friday came and my sister had friends over, she NEVER had friends over! they all looked punk rock and stuff. I got nervous and she came by me and whispered “I’ll protect you”. She ran upstairs giggling. That night she died along with all of her friends in front of the Ouija board.

I cried for hours and wondered why she did the things she did at her age. I went into her room and found a book sticking out of her bed, It was her journal. I cried the first few pages when she wrote about her change and why. I walked in her room and saw her playing cards with her friends the same day she died I felt as if she wasn’t gone.It’s been a year and every month on the day she died I can hear her giggle coming from her room.

R.I.P Jennifer M-B
5.10.95-5.10.09

Sent in by Jenifer Mateo, Copyright 2010