Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Today’s story is about two girls who shared similar paranormal encounters at the same time as one another even though they were in different places.

Some time back in May or April 2007, I gave my friend a necklace. I had one for myself, they said “BEST” and “FRIENDS” like most girls do. I was 15 and she was 12 or 13. That night her and I went to bed, she lives next door.

I sat in my room as I did every night, a movie playing and my door just opened a little, almost closed. I was writing something and I had my cat on my bed. I started hearing a noise, like a rusty swing sound, and it was coming from my TV. I looked over at my door, it was moving back and forth, not closing not hitting that wall. For about two minutes I watched the door move. When it stopped my door was almost fully opened, so I knew I wasn’t dreaming.

I ran down the stairs and over to my mom, I told her about it and she thought I was crazy and told me to sleep in her bed till she wanted to sleep. So I did. When she came in at about two the next morning I didn’t bother arguing about returning to my room, I was still half asleep.

I fell asleep and woke up around three to a scream, it sounded like someone was being murdered right outside my window. Scared, I ran down stairs. {The thing is, I am a really heavy sleeper, once a tree fell on my room and I didn’t even wake up, but about half my neighborhood did.} I told my mom and she said it must have been a cat. I didn’t believe that, I knew it wasn’t. She let me sleep with her.

I felt like I was being watched. I didn’t sleep. Suddenly, I felt a tap. When my mother wants you, she says your name, she will not tap you. So I thought it was just something in her dream, then the tap came harder, it hurt sort of, she has nails. I turned to her and her eyes were pure white as she stared at me. After about five seconds she finally laid her head back down. I was scared like crazy.

The next day I called my friend. I told her about it. She paused for a moment and told me her story from last night…

She was sleeping, her door locked, no one able to unlock it without the key and the only key was in her room with her. Suddenly, her door knob was rattling, like one of her brothers was trying to get in, but when the door started unlocking she knew something was wrong. She watched as the door opened and a black figure exited the room. She quickly got up and closed the door. She fell back to sleep.

About 30 minutes later, her door started to unlock again, it opened and she saw the figure enter. She got up and closed the door again. She feel asleep, thinking it must be a dream. She woke up at three that next morning, just as I did, to the bloody murder scream. She closed her eyes and said it was her mind again.

She woke up again, to see her stuffed dog in her once closed window, she took the dog out and placed it back on her bed. She went back to sleep. She woke up again, the dog in the window, staring at my house, shockingly right were my moms room was. She reached to take the dog from the window and it turned to her, eyes red. She freaked out and tossed it on the other side of her room. The next morning she woke to her hands stained red.

To this day, things continue to happen to us, weird noises in the night, scratches that just appeared. The most recent was… I was laying in my room, now across the hall from my original room. I just sat there and was reading, suddenly a hanger came hard from the ceiling. How it came from there I don’t know, but it almost hit me and hit the wall on the other side of the room and landed in the middle of my room. I turned out my light and slept. I called my friend again. She told me what happened to her…

She fell asleep and woke up to writing on her mirror. We like to write on her mirrors a lot, but these colors on her mirror were not any she had. In purple and green it said, “I will kill Shawn. I will kill Shawn.” Shawn is her boyfriend, and the next day, Shawn was in a car accident, not a bad one, but it scared us.

This is 100% true, all happening in the year 2007, and they continue to this day, scratches and such.

Written by Stephanie Vermette, Copyright 2008