Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

When I was five years old I was with my mom, dad, two sisters, and my brother. We moved into this neighborhood which I heard had many houses with people dieing and are still in those houses no lie. I’m serious, that’s why that neighborhood was so quiet and weird looking. So here is my story:

We moved into this two story house in a neighborhood called Indigo near Fair Fax in Goose Creek, South Carolina. It was a big pink house and when I moved there my sister wouldn’t stop sleeping with me on my bed because she always said she was scared. Me and my family never believed her when she said that she saw ghosts around here. I was the only one who started believing her because when I was home alone I saw like a black figure that was really huge and it really looked like a man. He ran from my big sisters room to my brothers room but I didn’t do anything but jump up and  ran to my bus to go to school in Devon Forrest. I didn’t believe anything I saw at least I tried not to.

Later on my sister was begging and crying because she didn’t want to be alone in that house and I felt bad. Things started going worse. My parents got a divorce, I started having nightmares of people dieing and after I wake up from my nightmares I always heard that that person died the next day. That was weird because the night that I had a dream about that person the next day they die.

I kept seeing figures in my house. One day I went to go lay down on my bed upstairs and I would close my eyes for a minute and see the grim reaper taking peoples souls to hell then I would open my eyes because I got scared. Then I heard a baby crying really loudly in my house. I went down stairs and no-one was there but it stopped after a while. I was so curios about that I went on the computer and typed up baby crying it said it was a scary sign of evilness and I saw that if you put a chandelier up and if it moves and makes those sounds that means a ghost is near by. I put a chandelier inside my house and it would always move and I would always get scared but I never told my mom or my dad what I had been experiencing in that house. I am 13 and I still haven’t told them.

My mom couldn’t afford the house anymore so we moved and when my dad helped us move our stuff he told me and my sister what the neighbor said about the guy who lived in that house. That guy had a heart attack in my moms bathroom, which was weird but nobody thought that there was a ghost in the house until one day I was walking with my dad to go see the house and I took a picture of it. When I went home I looked at the picture and one of the windows was open so I zoomed to it and when I saw it I was so terrified. I saw him. His face was looking right at me when I took the picture. I showed everyone and even all my friends they could even see the face. The window that I saw the face was my brothers room where the ghost always went to when I always saw the figure. So we believed in my sister that she saw ghosts but we didn’t believe her because she was only little but she was three years older than me so now she is 15 and I am the only one in this family who still thinks about this. Everything I told Is the truth and nothing but the truth on a bible.

Sent in by Brenda Alfaro, Copyright 2010