Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

We’d been walking around all night, knocking on people’s houses and messing around, then we headed back to Emily’s house. We ate some pizza. We emptied our bags of sweets into the middle of the front room. All of our quilts and pillows were laid on the floor, and we sat around the sweets talking, and having fun, having a good night, like it was supposed to be. Like people our age would have.

It was at least 3 or 4 in the morning. Only me and Sarah were awake. Everyone else was asleep. We were whispering to each other, talking about old times and taking pictures. That’s when it started. We heard like a faint banging in the dining room. The room next to where we were. We thought it was nothing at first. Then we heard it again and again. It wouldn’t stop.

Everyone else woke up after a while. It was from the banging. At first they woke up and told us to shut up. But after we told them it wasn’t us, they refused to believe us. Then we banged on the wall to see what happened to prove to them. We all sat staring at the wall. There was a very faint scraping noise. Then complete silence. We all stared at each other completely blank faced. Then we heard tapping on the glass door leading to that same room. We all turned our head’s to look at the door. The curtains were closed, so we couldn’t really see who was tapping on the door behind. I’ve never heard us so quiet in my life. It was dead silence. I felt Sarah squeezing my hand. She was sweating. She was so scared. We all were.

Emily stood up. She said “I’m not having any of this. It’s obviously Laura.” Laura’s her sister, she’s 16. Emily opened the curtains, and no one was there. She leaned in closer and pressed her hands against the glass. You could see her breath against the glass. And then there was nothing. It was like she had stopped breathing. The way she was stood with her back towards us staring into the darkness, it scared me. She very slowly turned around. Her eyes were wide and her skin was pale. Not one of us dared asked what was wrong. We just stared at her dreading to think what she saw behind them doors. She let out a big breath. I knew she was holding her breath. Sarah was squeezing my hand tighter.

Emily fell to her knees. I ran to her, while everyone else was completely stunned. I put both my hands on her cheeks and screaming her name. It was like she was in a totally different world to us. She looked up at me and her eyes were wide open. She never blinked. I felt her fear. I saw the fear in her eyes. She screamed so loud, then started crying hysterically. I held her in my arms and tried to calm her down. Her mum and dad burst in through the door. They tried to pick Emily up but she grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear ‘never open the glass door’. The light drained out of her eyes. None of us slept that night.

Her dad called an ambulance and about ten minutes later they turned up. Emily was taken away on a stretcher and that was the last time I ever saw her. Within those ten minutes, not one of us said anything. All I had in my mind was those words. ‘Never open the glass door.’ I don’t know what Emily saw, but I know for a fact I won’t be opening any glass doors.

Sent in by Amy, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com