Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Please bare with me on this, I am new to the art of story writing and more than a little bit nervous about writing some of these things down…from the stories I have read, people seem to be friendly and helpful so I thought I’d give it a go!

I recently turned 23, I live in a small village in England (UK) with my boyfriend of 5 years and our daughter who recently turned 2.

Firstly I would like to say that I am not a great believer in anything, I’m not religious or especially prone to the belief in ghosts etc, but I have nothing against people who do believe and would never call anyone a liar, it’s just I have always thought of myself as someone who would believe it when I saw it…until a few years ago…

I’ve always been very interested in the paranormal, I enjoy reading ghost stories and looking up ghost photos on-line as well as visiting supposedly haunted locations. When I was 16 I often visited churches and grave yards with my boyfriend (of the time), he had been very close to his Grandmother who had died several years before we met and one day suggested we visit her grave to lay flowers and so that I could see the area where his Grandmother and Mother had lived (several miles away in the country side) before moving to the city to where they then lived. After a day of looking around a very old town, a very old and slightly creepy church and graveyard we traveled home (to his home) his parents were on holiday and we had the house to ourselves and I was staying over for the weekend – The day had obviously been very emotional for him, as he had been very close to his Grandmother and she had died after a very long battle with breast cancer, and so we cancelled our plans to go out for dinner and ordered a pizza instead. When the pizza arrived we took it to his room and we spent most of the night half watching the TV while sitting on his bed and talking about his Grandmother. When he mentioned that she had lived in the house with him and his parents, until the very last few weeks of her life when she was moved to a hospice, I got a little freaked out, but interested at the same time. He told me that she had always wanted him to marry a good girl from a good family (I’m not saying I wasn’t a good girl but I am from a working class family and his family are, for want of a better word, loaded) and that the only girlfriend he had ever introduced to her was treated very rudely, and although he laughed it off at the time, he was a bit upset about it. I asked if he thought she would have liked me and literally the second he said ‘yeah, probably’ the power went off. It was dark outside by this point and the room was pitch black. I wasn’t afraid of the dark, but considering what we had just been talking about I was a little bit creeped out…he said the safety switches were downstairs in the kitchen so I should wait there while he went and tripped them back on, this obviously wasn’t an option as in all honesty I was absolutely petrified; So clinging onto him for dear life I followed him downstairs, the staircase wasn’t spiraled as such, but did have 2 turns in it and as you are walking down the first part of the stairs there are several windows that look out onto the road, from there we could see that all of the houses across the road still had their lights on, I remember being just about to mention that this seemed odd, when I felt someone push me, hard from behind. I was pushed so hard, that I actually sent us both flying down the final 2 or three steps on that section of stairs, luckily he was very strong and each section of stairs was separated by a much longer, wider section and he was able to steady himself as well as me. Now, it’s a bit of a joke amongst my family and friends that I am the most clumsy person ever, and I pretty much am, but I did not slip and I distinctly remember the feeling of shock as I was pushed. Anyone who ever has been pushed will know what I mean, the feeling of shock at the contact when you weren’t expecting it.

That alone, although scary, wouldn’t have worried me too much until later that night…we ended up sitting in the kitchen for hours because I was honesty, very frightened and didn’t want to move because from where I was sitting I could see all around me and felt safer with nothing behind me. As is often the way with these things, we spent hours talking about it and I eventually felt silly for being frightened and let myself believe I had tripped over my footing, after  all, it was dark and I was already scared. So, we decided to call it a night and made our way to the guest room as it had a double bed and his room only had a single. As usual he was asleep within minutes and I lay there thinking about what had happened…after a while I started to drift off, only to be woken up by an intense pain in my stomach. I can only describe it as feeling as though someone had prodded me with all 8 fingers in a row, as if they were standing above me and slammed their fingers hard onto my stomach. I was really frightened and couldn’t move, I had the distinct feeling someone was stood next to me, there was no one else in the house and my boyfriend could quite clearly be heard snoring away next to me in the bed. I remember my eyes being drawn to the top right hand corner of the room above the door…and I couldn’t stop looking at that exact point. After several minutes I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep trying to tell myself it was just a dream…then I felt hands pressing down on the bed on my right almost as it they we’re feeling for a comfy spot, then I felt at the end of the bed, right next to my feet, someone sit down. I felt the covers pull tighter around my feet with the weight. I felt nothing else and I eventually managed to fall back to sleep. I must say I never saw anything, no shapes or shadows or ghostly faces and I never heard anything, footsteps or heavy breathing…but my stomach did feel very sore the next morning. I woke up the next morning to find my boyfriend still fast asleep. I lay there thinking about what happened in the night when my eyes were once again drawn to the top corner of the room…just to the right of the doorway was the wardrobe and on top I could see an old hatbox. After what had happened, curiosity got the better of me and I stood on a stool to reach the box, I had a quick look inside to find various old photos. All of my boyfriend’s Grandmother, some of her as a young woman, with her children, and grandchildren, on holiday etc…I knew it was her because there were several framed photos of her in the house…there we’re a few other items in the box, a couple of old broken pieces of jewelry, cards and letters etc but it was clear they had belonged to the Grandmother.

I didn’t mention any of this to my boyfriend or anyone else for that matter. I am paranoid about what people think of me as my own Mum suffered with severe depression for many years and the stigma attached to things like that can often lead people to be very harsh. Anyway…to bring things closer to the present day, we split up when I was 18. No drama, just decided we weren’t really going anywhere and we should call it a day. We decided to remain in contact, but in all honesty never did…until last year (4 years after we split up) when I stumbled across his page on a social networking site. I noticed he was married now and as I was happily living with my partner and our daughter neither of us saw any harm in me contacting him just to say hi. I did and we chatted about things, his wife, my boyfriend, my daughter and how they we’re thinking about starting a family, work…all the normal stuff. Then that was it, chat over and time for bed. I went to bed that night and woke up with a start in the middle of the night…I had no idea what woke me up, my boyfriend was asleep, the baby monitor wasn’t making any noise and I hadn’t had a bad dream. I got up to look in on my daughter and to go to the bathroom and as I stepped back through my bedroom door I quite literally froze in terror. Directly in my line of sight, stood in front of the window was the solid black outline of what, to me, looked like a human figure. It didn’t move and I couldn’t make out any features but I became aware of a low humming noise, almost like when you have pressure in your ears and they need to pop…and I felt pressure all around me as if I was in a vacuum. I’m not sure what happened, but my boyfriend sat up in bed and almost shouted, ‘what’s wrong, what’s wrong!?’ and I realized I had been screaming. I looked at him and when I looked back whatever it was had gone.

My boyfriend turned the lights on and I suddenly felt really silly. The fear just went like magic and I wondered if I had been sleep walking. I pretty much went straight back to sleep after that after assuring my boyfriend I thought I had seen something move in the dark but it was just shadows. I woke up several times in the night, feeling like someone else was in the room, only for the feeling to go within minutes, which I put down to being half asleep…

The next day I started thinking things through and eventually made the connection. The only time in my entire life I had experienced anything ghostly was with my ex boyfriend the night after visiting his Grandmother’s grave. It just seemed a massive coincidence that the same time my ex came back into my life, this ‘thing’ also came into my life.

I haven’t seen it since, but I now regularly feel I am not alone in my house when there is only me and my daughter. I also wake up a couple of times a week feeling like someone is stood near the window but I see nothing when I work up the courage to look!

Since the night I saw the black figure I haven’t had any contact with my ex boyfriend. He has sent me 2 messages but I deleted them both without reading them and eventually deleted him from my contacts list. I’m sure he thinks I’m crazy, I contacted him and them ignored him and deleted him…but I’m not concerned about that, I’m concerned with weather or not the ghost of my ex boyfriend’s Grandmother is for some reason angry with me and wants me to stay away or if I am just paranoid?

Sent in by Lady A, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com