This story happened 12 years ago. My Uncle Fred had passed away and I was helping my mom with his estate. The farm had been sold just outside of Botha Alberta. Uncle Fred had lived there all his life so he had accumulated quite a bit of stuff. All was sold but his house hold furnishings had to be removed.
Mom was close to uncle Fred but the day we were to clean out his house mom said she couldn’t go in. I said that was fine I could do it never suspecting anything was going to happen. Everything was going fine. I was almost done. I think there was just a few things left.
I went into the house through the porch across the kitchen and into the living room to pick up an end table when a strange feeling came over me. The room seemed to close in on me and I got really confused and disoriented. It felt really heavy. As I came back across the kitchen and through the porch it totally lightened up and was ok. Mom looked at me and said what was wrong at the time I didn’t know what to tell her. She said you don’t have to go back in there. I said I would be okay so I had a smoke and I only had one coffee table to get and I would be done.
So I finished my smoke and turned to go in the house again this time that heavy feeling or presence attacked me almost immediately. It felt almost impossible to move, that heavy feeling was almost overpowering and I felt like I wasn’t going to get out. Whatever it was was interrupting my thought process. It was a mental battle to get that last coffee table and find my way out. On my way out I remember seeing someone standing off to my left but I couldn’t make out who it was. And the same thing happened on the way out I could see the door opening to the outside but it seemed a mile away. When I finally got through to the outside everything was fine again. This time I would not go back in.
This event profoundly affected me for months to come. I finally went to a church to talk to a reverend and tell him this story. To keep it short and sweet he was no help. Basically he told me it never could’ve happened because the dead walk the earth for seven days then they go on and since this was quite some time over seven days it could’ve never happened. Believe me, I was there and it happened.
Sent in by Ron Wiens, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com