Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Hi, our names are Jenna and Kara Michaels, and we’re 15-year-old twins. We both felt strongly about writing this memoir down and posting it, because we think people should know how badly a spirit can ruin your life.

It was mid-August,2002. Jenna and I were 9 years old. Our parents were going through a divorce, and our Mom was moving into a new house. Due to issues with our father, my mother had won custody over us. As the day came more and more closer for us to move, we dreaded moving out of our once peaceful home. But we couldn’t help but feel at peace, because all of the bad memories of our father coming home drunk and our mother breaking things would be left behind.

At first the new house seemed perfect, it was big enough for each of us to have our own room and the kitchen was immaculate. But then one night, when Jenna and I were watching TV, we heard our mother scream from her bedroom. Although she was screaming, she was fast asleep, but crying for help from God. Jenna and I, at the time now 10, were completely freaked out. We had no idea what to do though, so we resolved ourselves thinking she was just dreaming. But then the nightmares got more intense. At first she had them only once a week, but it soon turned into every night.

Once Jenna found claw marks on her bedroom door that had not been there the night before. Whenever we would ask her about her nightmares, she would stare blankly into space and say she couldn’t remember.

Then the entity started to attack me. It would mess with my head, and as I got older it got worse. Once when I was 12, it made me have visions that my family was together and everything was OK. That’s why whenever Jenna brought up anything on the subject of our parents, I would get really mad at her and scream at the top of my lungs that I wish everything was back to normal.

Jenna and I went to stay with a close friend for a while, because we couldn’t handle staying in that house with that thing. Two weeks later, the police called the house saying that my mother had committed suicide. We thought it strange, because the day before we had visited her and she was fine.

When we went to look at the scene of the event, their was a knife by her side but no blood (which everybody found strange) and no wounds! The sheriff handed Jenna and I (now 13) “her” suicide note. It was written in scribbly, hard to read writing like a little kid had written it: nothing like our mother’s neat handwriting.

For the next two years, we were tormented with the question of how our mother died. Now, back living with our sober father, we deal with the pain today. Jenna and I personally think that the entity killed our mother because there were handprint marks on her neck. She was a wonderful woman who lived life to its fullest, and enjoyed every moment of it. We dearly loved her, and she would have never committed suicide.

The police are still looking for the “person” who killed our mother.

Sent in by Kara and Jenna Michaels, Copyright 2008