Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Ok so, well it all started when I was about 5 or 6, living in a one bedroom house with my mom, dad and sister. the house used to be two bedroom before we knocked out the wall.

The first distinct memory of any experience was more like a movie that lasted a while. And as young as I was this is something I remember very distinctly. In that house at the top of the stairs hung a very creepy picture on the wall. I hated that picture but I couldn’t begin to tell you why at that time. It was a picture that my mom had painted, it was a dark picture. And when I say dark at that time I didn’t mean evil I meant the colors very dim and dark.

In the picture was a creature I can’t quit describe exactly but It mimicked a tall, bald, skinny man. Very skinny like he was nothing but bones except a dark brown color. His fingers were very long, they resembled “pumpkin heads” fingers (and those of you who may not now who or what that is, it was an old scary movie. Its good). The background was like an eerie lake.

Ok, as a child I’m sure you can understand how and why that would have scared me right? Ok, we’ve got that part down. But the really weird thing about this is that, the picture wouldn’t always be there, not every day. Some days it would be there and some days it wouldn’t and some days the man in the picture wouldn’t be there only the lake. At that time I kinda thought my mom would take it down some days. I always thought about the picture.

So here’s what caught me. Me and my sister shared a bunk bed, I slept on the bottom bunk. I also had this pink little vanity chair, it was my favorite pink little chair. This night I fell asleep and later that night I was awakened but not by a person or a tap more like a feeling. The moment I woke up my eyes directed to where my chair was and it wasn’t  there by its self. The man from the picture was sitting in my chair. Just sitting there staring at me. Like watching me or something. His legs were crossed, one over the other. It did not budge and neither did I. I wanted to just pretend like I was sleep, like maybe he didn’t see me staring back.

Somehow it all ended, nothing really much happened. He went away and so did my chair. I drifted off to sleep. That morning when I woke up the picture wasn’t there and my chair was down stairs in the dinning room. I let it go, but the next I remember having a dream about it all, but in the dream I actually got up and ran over to my parents and jumped in their bed with them. He watched me run in panic. When I felt safe and secure he grew out of the chair and walked over to me as I was screaming for my parents to wake up. They didn’t budge. He went to reach for me, I woke up out of this nightmare.

Here’s the kicker. Recently I told my mom about this story that happened about 10 years ago. And she just stared a me. Then she said “Boo, I never hung a picture at the top of the stairs, where we lived, I don’t even think that I have ever painted a picture like that.” This terrified me greatly. I called up my dad, not telling him about what I told my mom simply asking him about the picture and he said just as she did. There was no picture. I had been haunted everyday by a picture that had no existence to any one but me.

This is completely true and I have not added anything extra to the story.

By Amanda Tabb, Copyright 2009