I started middle school starting a new life as a young adult while living with my grandpa in Texas. My mom wanted to get flowers for the graveyard and set it on the stone tablet. I said that after school I will help at around 7 pm in the evening.
After school my friends were talking about things in the graveyard like a woman stood around a stone with a sleeping dress and after a minute she banished. So I asked my mother to go get a crucifix just in case and we did. We visited the grave and found one oddly shaped stone carved with the name armag… the rest were really hard to see since it came probably long time ago, so I took it.
My mom was praying for a good home for the people that died. After that we went to the car but before that I felt something strange that went inside of me it feels like something cold but having a depressing feeling. My mom asked me if I was ok. I said ya but I have a bad feeling what’s gonna happen.
Three days passed and I was putting on my clothes and simply heard a yell like a girl screaming so I ran to my moms room and saw my mom… lying in bed. I told her if she’d yell but the only single word she said in her mouth was ”no” I became to be suspicious and shocked.
When the bus arrived I heard some kid next to me saying that he was the booger kid… but I said to myself what, huh but I just started school 5 days ago. At third period my teacher was yelling at me because I had late homework then when the school bell rang after 6th period its time to go to the school bus. A kid asked if I had gum I said no. He started saying I’ll die if I didn’t give it to him. I somehow replied harshly,”YOUR GOING TO HELL” I said in a demonic deep voice. The guy got scared and I didn’t intentionally said that it came out of my mouth. I got depressed.
I went home and told my mom that something weird is going on. I told her everything that happened but she told me that it was just a story. But I argued and got mad and yelled hoarsely, and my mom cried. I slammed the door and went straight to my room… my door shut. I got depressed, in my heart it was if there was no hope. I got the stone I picked up from the graveyard and said what’s going on? After that the rock got hot and it burnt my hands. I was smashed to the ground by this invisible force like if there was a hand on my head. I quickly got my crucifix that just dropped from the ground from that incredible force and prayed. I felt nothing on my head and thank god my mom came to my room and said what the hell is going on? I said we need a pastor.
We went to a local church with statues of Christ and when he died. The pastor walked up to us and said you need help? We desperately said yes. Hmmm… hey kid when did this reaction happen to you? he said. I said “in a graveyard.” The pastor said you need an excorcism. I was frightened. The excorcism began. While it happened I was inside my mind and my vision was scrambled as if I was a monster. It felt painful. I felt unconscious and fainted. After this I heard a loud scream. I woke up and the excorcism was done. I felt clean and a smell of roses just came and the pastor said you have been reborn. I went to school starting over.
I apologize to everyone what happened this week. But this day forward I’ll never be afraid or stay away from my fears and keep my hopes. This is the experience of my life that just happen five months ago and now I made good friends and a good life. But whoever experiences this never ever stay isolated and lonely because it will get worse.
Sent in by Shana, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com
ALSO NEVER PICK SOMETHING UP FROM A CEMENTARY AND TAKE IT HOME. WHATS IN THE CEMENTARY STAYS IN THE CEMENTARY. THEY DON’T LIKE IT WHEN SOMEONE TAKES SOMETHING FROM THERE. I AM GLAD YOU ARE OK NOW.
IT REMINDS ME WHEN I WAS A TEENAGER AND MY FRIEND AND I WENT TO THE CEMENTARY TO PUT FLOWERS AT MY GRANDMOTHERS GRAVE. IT WAS DURING THE DAY TIME, I REMEMBER BECAUSE WE ALSO SKIPPED SCHOOL THAT DAY. SHE PICKED UP A BLUE ROSE THAT WASN’T PUT ON ANYONES STONE BUT WAS THERE. I TOLD HER TO LEAVE IT ALONE BUT SOMETHING MADE HER PICK IT UP AND TAKE IT HOME WITH HER. I TOLD HER IT LOOKED GROUSE AND DIRTY BUT SHE SAW SOMETHING ELSE. WELL, THAT NIGHT SHE KEPT SEEING THINGS AND HEARING THINGS AND EVERY NIGHT SHE HAD NIGHTMARES. I TOLD HER TO PUT IT BACK BUT SHE WOULDN’T DO IT AS IF THE ROSE WAS MADE OF GOLD. ONE DAY WHEN SHE WAS NOT HOME I TOLD HER MOTHER I HAD LEFT MY SCHOOL BOOK IN HER ROOM AND I NEEDED IT SO SHE LET ME IN. I TOOK THE ROSE AND AGAIN I SKIPPED SCHOOL WENT TO MY GRANDMOTHERS GRAVE AND TOLD HER WHAT HAPPEN AND THAT I WAS GOING TO PUT THE ROSE DONE AND IF SHE COULD FIND OUT WHO IT BELONG TO AND APPOLOGIZE TO HIM/HER THAT MY FRIEND HAD TAKEN IT AND SHE DID NOT MEAN ANY HARM.
WHEN SCHOOL WAS OVER I WENT OVER HER HOUSE AND SHE DIDN’T EVEN REMEMBER THE ROSE SO I JUST LEFT IT ALONE. ABOUT THREE DAYS OR SO LATER I WENT BACK TO SEE IF THE ROSE WAS STILL THERE AND IT WASN’T ON MY GRANDMOTHERS GRAVE. I WANTED TO SEARCH AROUND AND SEE TO WHOM IT HAD BELONG TO BUT I DECIDED TO LEAVE IT ALONE AND GO HOME AND SO I THANK MY GRANDMOTHER FOR DOING THIS FAVOR FOR ME AND LEFT. SO I KNOW PLEASE EVERYONE WHO READS THIS NEVER PICK ANYTHING UP EVEN A LITTLE STONE AND TAKE IT WITH YOU IT WILL BE BAD LUCK.
I KNOW THIS FIRST HAND…………………………………………..
sheesh both of those tales were pretty good.
good stories, but horrible grammar. =P
yeah, never take anything from a cemetary b/c you don’t know what or who you could be taking with you….
thanks!
Why would you take it? Hmm…. Couldn’t get past that. I need to finish the story.
Nice, childlike. That is beautiful. You are a good person. So is your Grandmother, it seems.
THANK YOU D.R. VERY MUCH BUT THAT IS WHAT FRIENDS DO FOR ONE ANOTHER, ANYONE WHO NEEDS MY HELP AND SURE WOULD TRY TO HELP THEM IN ANYWAY I CAN BECAUSE I BELIEVE THAT IS ONE OF THE REASONS WE ARE HEAR IN EARTH TO HELP ONE ANTOHER, TO BE AS ONE, ONE FAMILY LIKE GOD WANTED US TO BE. AGAIN THANK YOU D.R. FOR YOUR KIND WORDS.
Shana,
it’s also a lesson for you never pick anything from a cemetery or from any other old building or places even if it’s just a stone. because even if it’s just stone, it’s part of the places where the spirits or ghosts reside, it’s like part of their home and you stole it.
i think that thing started to follow you or possess you because you pick up the stone.it got a reason to get mad at you, because you mess around with it’s grave and stole the stone home.