Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Hi there. Firstly, I know there are hundreds and thousands of ghost stories on the internet, some made up, some real. Mine is most definitely real. Its horrible, I hate it so much, I have thought about suicide. My house is haunted, actually, I am haunted, no one else seems to experience these things except me.

I have already contacted 2 paranormal investigation teams, but my parents wont allow them to come to the house, they don’t even believe that what I am experiencing is real, they have sent me to 3 therapists in the last 5 months to try and see what’s wrong with me. What is wrong, is there is a ghost that wont leave me alone.

Last week I went to the local church, even though I am not religious, I talked to the vicar and got a phone number of someone who does exorcisms. I just want to move house, but cant, I spend as little time here as possible, and what’s worse, hardly anyone even believes that what is happening to me is real. I did not come on this site for help, I came on it to share my experiences in the hope that someone, somewhere will believe me and possibly understand what is happening.

I have lived in this house for almost 4 years now, its not really that old, I think it was built in the 60′s but its been renovated heaps and is now really modern and nice. About 6 months ago, my dad decided it was time to renovate the basement of the house, where I sleep. Its not really a basement, just a room at the bottom of the house, I chose it straight away because it was huge, room for a double bed, couch, table, etc., it was private and had its own run-down bathroom. My dad hired contractors to start re-plastering the walls and painting as well as some people to re-do the bathroom. About 1 week into the job, after they had torn everything out of the bathroom the builder guy told us he had discovered a small space behind the bathroom, like a small shut off room. It was about 2 meters square and as tall as the rest of the room, he said it had most likely had a shower stall in it but he couldn’t tell us why it had been boarded up. My family thought nothing of it, and used the extra space to their advantage and continued with the build.

After the bathroom was finished, there was still a few weeks worth of work to do on my room, but the builders kept complaining that the lights kept going off. There were hardly any windows down there, so you couldn’t work without the lights. My dad hired an electrician who fiddled with some cables and stuff but basically couldn’t find anything wrong. The lights continued to annoy the builders for the rest of the week. I was told not to go down to the basement during the build, my parents wanted to surprise me when it was finished, so I slept in the spare room at the top of the house for the whole 3 week of the renovation.

One day, my dad told me the builders had quit, so he was going to hire some new ones. He was angry about it but wouldn’t tell me why they quit, he said something about them being stupid and superstitious idiots. So the build was completed within another week with a new team, the lights stopped turning on and off and I moved into my brand new, modern room. It was great and I loved it so much, but it wasn’t too long before that changed.

The first thing was the temperature. It was a small thing, but my room was always freezing. Always. My parents bought all sorts of heaters and heat pumps but my room was always cold. My dad said it was because of the crap insulating down there. It didn’t bother me too much, I slept with a thick duvet and wore a lot of clothes whenever I was down there. The second thing that started happening, and this was about 2 weeks after finishing the renovation, is my friends started to ask not to go down to my room. I had friends home after school every few days, we would hang out, talk and play video games in my room, but they started to make up excuses not to go down there, like they would rather be outside, or they wanted a drink. I asked them why they didn’t like my room, and they basically shrugged it off and said nothing. My best friend confronted me about it and said she got weird feelings down there, like she was being watched or was unwelcome there. I thought she was being stupid but eventually she stopped coming to my house full stop.

I had been brought up non-religious, my dad is a math teacher, my mum is a doctor, so paranormal, supernatural or religious beliefs are not a big thing in my house. Over the next few weeks however, my mind would be changed. I started seeing shadows in my room. it usually happened just as I turned the lights on, I would step into my pitch black room, flick the switch and a black shape of a person would linger for a few milliseconds. Then the shadows started to appear in the light, i would be brushing my teeth, look down, and then look up again at the mirror and a black figure would be just behind me for a fraction of a second. The shadows started appearing everywhere, but only in my room, no where else, and especially in the bathroom. One day I counted seeing the shadows 6 times, 4 of which in the bathroom. I thought I was going crazy, having a meltdown or have a vision problem. I went to see a doctor but he found nothing wrong. I talked to my mum about it, she shrugged it off and said I was just tired. Over the next month, the shadows got more and more each day, and other things started happening.

I would wake up in the mornings, my sheets would be on the floor and sometimes bruises or even cuts would be around my hands and wrists. The lights started flickering on and off again, the bathroom door would open by itself during the night, water would appear on the bathroom floor even though I had been out all day (Dad called a plumber but he found nothing wrong). I started to doubt the idea that there is no such thing as ghosts. I found excuses not to be in my room or sleep there, I would stay at friends houses as much as possible. I began to not sleep at night, and my grades slipped at school. Mum noticed something was wrong and sent me to a councilor, I just told him I was having trouble sleeping.

The phenomena got more and more over the weeks that followed, bulbs would break in the lights, two long scratches appeared in the carpet, and i got blamed for it. One day I got home, went down stairs and found that all the clothes in my chest of drawers had been pulled out and thrown around the room. My pet dog, wouldn’t enter my room not matter how hard I tried and the shadow person kept appearing, always in the side of my vision, never in focus and never long enough for me to get a good look.

By this time I was seeing another councilor, and begging my parents to let me sleep somewhere else, even to move house. My dad got angry, said I was being stupid and even went so far as to say I was insane. He sent me to 2 doctors, and I pretended nothing was wrong, and they found nothing to suggest I was insane.

There was one event that really tipped me over the edge. It was a Friday night, and I had been out with my friends, I came home around 11pm and my parents were asleep, I had tried to ask a friend if I could sleepover at their house, but they had said I couldn’t. So I tried to be brave, told my self there was no such thing as ghosts. I walked down to my bedroom undressed and went to bed as quickly as possible with the bedside light on. I never got to sleep, and at around midnight I got up to go to the bathroom to get a drink of water. I opened to door, turned on the tap and the mirror above the sink shattered and fell onto my hands. It cut slices around my wrists and fell onto the floor. I screamed, turned back and I saw someone else in my bed, I edged closer and saw myself, asleep in my bed.

What really freaked me out though, was there was a figure of a person, a shadow person, floating just above my doppelganger it was just floating a few feet above me, a dark figure, and it reached out and touched my hair. I screamed so loud, I turned and heard my parents running down the steps to my room, I looked back and my double, and the dark figure were gone. My dad opened the door, he saw the glass and my cut wrists, he though the worst, he sort of grabbed me, told me to stay still while he called doctors and police and everyone else. They thought I had tried to kill myself, I kept telling them about what I saw but no one believed me.

I spent 4 weeks in the hospital, telling countless therapists that I was ok. I refused to go into my room, my dad let me sleep in the spare room until now. That was about 1 and a half months ago. I’m still not going to school, my wrists are healing but my mind is not. Its so hard going through this without anyone believing me. I have emailed a paranormal investigation team but they cant come without my parents permission. I have begged and begged my parents to move house, they say I am being stupid. My dad has been down to my room, to mop up the blood and glass, he even spent a night down there to prove there was nothing wrong, of course he experienced nothing. I am still seeing a councilor, but I don’t feel she will believe me about the ghosts, I contacted a parapsychologist but he lives in another city and cant help. I need help or I think I wont cope anymore and will have to end my life for real.

Sent in by Sam Mills, Copyright 2011