Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I think I was seven or eight year’s old when we moved into this trailer house, it was a three bedroom. I took the first bedroom, it was a small room with one little window and a bright red carpet. After about a month or so I moved out of that room because it creeped me out.

Sometimes when I was laying around or trying to nap it felt like someone was watching me, so my dad let me have his room, but that creepy feeling never went away it only got worse. And whatever was in that front room followed me around that trailer. When I’d walk down the hallway it felt like someone was right behind me, I could feel the hair’s on the back of my neck stand up, then I started to hear thing’s and when I’d tell my dad about it he would say “it’s just the wind” or “it’s just you imagining things”. I got so use to hearing him say that telling me not to be scared, that it was nothing and I believed him, so when I’d hear thing’s I’d tell myself it was just the wind.

Everything stopped just like that. I wasn’t so afraid anymore. It was just a regular school night we ate supper and my dad sent us to bed a 8:30, tucked us in and said good-nite. I woke up in the middle of the night to check the time, like I always did walking down the hallway rubbing my eye’s. When I walked by the front room I happened to look over, kept walking then stopped. Wide awake, my heart skipped a few beats, then I backed up and looked straight into that room and on the floor there was what looked like a body of a person laying there in the middle of the floor. I looked up a little more and there was this little black, spiky round thing, with red eye’s and razor sharp pointed teeth (I know sound’s pretty fake right?). It looked like it was chewing on that person’s arm. I looked back down at that body and it turned it’s head and looked at me, it’s arm reached up toward me and it said in a light voice “Help me! please.” After that I took off running down the hall way. I stopped by the bathroom with my back against the door and listened. I could hear it coming down the hallway, so I ran and jumped behind my brother who was still asleep buried my head in the cover’s.

This is a true story, pretty creepy when I found out the next day my friend sees the same thing almost all the time. She called him chicken man because he has the leg’s of a chicken. She told me bout him a long time ago I just never believed her until I saw it for myself.

Sent in by Jordan, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com