Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This happened to me when I was 14 years old, I tried to forget what happened to me on the 16th of October. I have lived in England for my whole life next to the Whitby Woods. In the centre of the woods we always use to play it or tag or hide and seek and as you come to find out, Dares.

We had been playing hide and seek but had got bored quickly so it was my best friends idea to do dares, we did the usual e.g. Climbing as far up a tree as possible and having to stay by your self for a certain amount of time (the woods could be scary at night). As we were looking for a place for the person to stay we came to a clearing which we had never come to before which had an old crumbling cottage, and as it was decided it was my turn next for a dare.

Again my friend thought of the idea of taking her red scarf and wrapping it around a rock and then threw it into one of the broken windows on the bottom floor. I walked down the broken path which was overgrown with weeds. As I came to the large wooden door it crossed my mind that it might be locked, but unfortunately as I pushed the rust made it easy for me to open it. I should have guessed from then that this was a bad idea, but my friends were watching from the gate and I went inside.

As I took my first step inside the house the first thing I noticed was a rickety old staircase in the corner of the small, musty-smelling room. There was a door straight in front of me, and a door to the left, opposite the staircase – I couldn’t see the red scarf, so I decided to go to the door straight in front of me.

The whole place was covered in an actual film of dust. I had some difficulty opening the door but squeezed through the tiny gap, and, after taking in my surroundings, I noticed some falling plaster from the ceiling which seemed loud in the quiet. There was someone upstairs. My first thought was that it was a cat, perhaps living in the shelter of the abandoned home – I wasn’t usually one to panic. It then clicked that no cat could make plaster fall – they’re not heavy enough. I froze for what seemed like a minute but was probably only a couple of seconds.

My next thought was survival – GET OUT. I squeezed back through the door and my instantaneous perception was that the front door was closed, when I had left it open. There was a sound from above me and as I looked towards the stairs, I saw a footprint appear in the dust then a second on the next step which was right in front of my face, I screamed loudly, louder than I’ve ever screamed in my life and was different from a childhood scream. That was when the foot prints slid in a 90 degree angle, so the feet would have been facing me, meaning the ghost or thing was now aware of me. I freaked, and ran to the door on my right which was the only one I hadn’t been into. I slammed the door behind me and found myself in what appeared to be the kitchen.

I saw the red scarf and in my survival state I grabbed it. As I turned the door started rattling in a unnatural pattern, I backed up and saw a small window over the sink I chucked the rock which had been attached to the scarf and started to clamber through – all this time I’d been screaming, and screaming for my friends and either they thought I was joking or for some unknown reason couldn’t hear me. I was getting cut all over my hands from the glass and got half way through and saw the door swing open, I pulled one leg through but just like the movies I got my shoe stuck and felt a inhuman force pull me back with my adrenaline rush I kicked and pulled my self through and found myself in the garden which was extremely over grown, with grass up to my knee.

I pelted down the garden running over the uneven ground, and tripping, glancing back, I saw the grass part as an invisible something chased inhumanely fast behind me. I flipped and through tears of fear I saw the old fence, which I threw myself at and somehow landed over the other side, and turned to face the fence again, waiting for it to pounce on me. Nothing happened. The only sign anything had happened was my sweat, and shaking body. My supernatural experience was over. Be aware there are things out there we don’t understand. Be careful. True story.

Sent in by Joe, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com