Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

At the end of 2007 I had been staying at my aunts house. If I wasn’t there I was next door at a friends. At that time I was doing drugs, and so were the rest of the group around. Into the beginning of the year I started to see a
man I met at my friends house next door. We hit it off and started to love each others company more and more. We would laugh for hours, talk, and to me I didn’t want him to leave.

One evening, with a house full of people, my friend told me not to let anyone in the house while he was gone. Of course, I did as I was instructed. Someone came to the door asking for my friends son and he had gone up the
street to his grandmothers. I wouldn’t open the door for her to come inside, so she probably got the notion that she wasn’t welcomed.

She told my friends son and he immediately came over to where I was and made it clear that I did not own this house and it was his dads. I wouldn’t let his friend in and I could just leave. In tear I grabbed my things and went
next door to my aunts. When my friend returned he was told of what happened.

The man I was interested in made sure I knew that everyone took up for me, but I was upset and really not pleasant about returning back over next door. This man and I set it up over txt messaging that he would pick me up later on that night and we would go somewhere and party. We ended staying together after that night. He was wonderful and made me laugh all the time. Something I hadn’t experienced in a long time, and I know it wasn’t drug induced. We laughed too much and too frequently for it to be drugs.

Three to four months of us being inseparable, I began to have second thoughts on us moving in together. The drugs worried me, I did not want to go to jail, and events with people began to put stress on both him and I. I
then started to feel out of place and I remember having thoughts that weren’t normal. At first they weren’t so much as everyday. Slowly I began to become paranoid of friends I always was around.

Before I go further, many times in the past I did drugs and used them in amounts larger to what I was at this time. To go ahead and let be known of the drugs: Methamphetamine and Marijuana. It is known that meth users can
experience mental illnesses after use in large amounts in long periods of time. This didn’t explain why and what really happened. With music, television, and conversations it seemed like I was becoming flooded with
thoughts surrounding anything involved. Music and television started to become first a normal thought of things I related to and things that I have seen or patterns.

The patterns was always with numbers and words. I am not good with numbers at all. I can do the basics but cannot go beyond there. I loved to write poetry and I did read, somewhat. I loved to relate to music as if it was a
description of me or someone I knew. People who acted in TV became a pattern also. People that had features of those on the TV and their names. With in three – four days time I recall a blur of thoughts leading up to this
horrible event.

The night before this tragic memory, I don’t remember thinking of the patterns but I recall being distant and a bad vibe off the group I was around. One of the first episodes I had was at the beginning of this relationship. At a friends house reading the paper, I started to take the initials of names in the paper and connect them back to someone I know. I said something to my girlfriend and she replied I was crazy. Which I still completely think I am.

That ex. above was just one of the crazy insane thoughts I can remember. The following day after the night of feeling out of place, me, my man, and a friend went to a house to look at furniture to buy. I flipped my wig and started to do math equations in my head. Finally I couldn’t take it and begun to tell them to my friend. The numbers led to letters and rhymes and then a big scramble combination of it all. I completely went mad.

My man just laughed at me, but when he did I started to feel terrified. Why was I thinking this and I have to stop. By that night I finally put myself in bed. The occurrence of the rhymes and numbers circled my head for a week or so before I started to forget them. I told the man I was with that I wanted to go back home for a little while. I needed it. He ended up leaving me behind and taking the statement of I wanted to go home as it was over. With my breakdown and things I began to remember, it devastated me.

When I first met the man I was dating and hanging out with a friend, I remember seeing peoples eyes that were nothing but black. Being on meth I know I assured myself that it was an effect. But I then remember seeing their eyes filled with nothing but black and emptiness and seeing their eye color. It happened all within the same day. Since then I’ve looked for the empty eyes and not seen one pair. I did see people’s eyes change color. The first person I recognized I thought, Oh it was probably their shirt color they had on last time I seen them, and they’re two toned.

It was more than just one person though and it was also my eyes too. My dad noticed it one day and he is drug free. My eyes are hazel and always had a hunter green tint to them. That day I was wearing brown and the color in my eyes seemed like a deep blue but vivid in the shade. My dad looked at me and said, “What’s wrong with your eyes?” I replied, “I don’t know, why?”

“They look blue, a bright bluish-greenish.”

CRAZY, I AM.

From a story I read on here about dreams of demons, and events that felt like, or seemed like a possession of a demon, she mentioned the black hallow eyes and something else I experienced. Whispers. It seemed to people around me. Sometimes these things where said but I never told them of this. At home with my parents, I stayed in my room and cried. Over the mental incapabilities I was having (hearing voices), my flip out, and the man I was seeing not having a thing to do with me. I missed him but I never seen myself crying nonstop over him and not being with him for more than six months.

When I finally decided to come around again, I couldn’t deal with my current fight with my sanity and continue to use meth. I used less more and more everyday. Being around friends seemed different. They always had a look on their face or in their eye that wasn’t normal or their own. It was darker, evil, and scary. When I looked in the mirror at times I saw it too. So, I still think I’m crazy.

This one right here happened while I was sober, and almost fully recovered. My thoughts and feeling were coming back into a sense of normal. I started to see my ex (first love) again and having sex one night in his car, I almost had a heart attack. That soul shaking scare you feel when walking alone outside at night and something jumps out or makes a sound. Your heart falls into your stomach and freeze still and are wide eyed. I leaned back and looked at his face.

When he glanced up at me, I saw something far from sane, and normal. The eyes of a snake glaring back at me, almost glowing. I thought I was gonna die of shock. I never again have saw those eyes and wish not to. They were piercing. The expression on my ex’s face was one I had seen a few times on another. An angry, disgusted, glare with one eye brow cocked up. If looks could kill, this surely would have been the night to.

Sometimes now, I feel as if I cannot control my words. I don’t hear anything, think anything too crazy, or try to notice anything with eyes, or anything for that matter. It just sometimes, I don’t do or say what I am intending to. At the last minute, something odd, and weird happens. My word will sound what you hear but at the beginning it make the sound of something else. My memory seems to come and go on different things. My actions have a feeling of not being in control. And I always seem to think of Satan and his way as god in this world. He is around all the time, even now. Thoughts are put into my head, like his plans for what I want are right there.

Any thought or day dream of love is followed with a thoughts of wealth, beauty, and fame. If I steer back to love and eventually God, my eyes are running with tears. An argument that is trapped inside me. Being lost, and
disoriented and no one to run to. A life with no real answers and a faith that will always be questioned. Jesus loves all, God controls all, and Satan torments us.

I know now the devil himself is right here beside me, waiting for me to smile with a breath of happiness, or for my chest to flutter with excitement of a new found love…To crush it all down, to hear voices and cries, and put my feet back on the ground of Hell.

I have so much more to tell but, anymore and I may be getting packed off to an institution somewhere.

Sent in by “Crazy B”, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com