I normally didn’t believe in ghosts until I experienced some weird incidence in my room.
I was sleeping one night when I heard some one call my name so I woke up, but no one was there and then like around 3:15 every night for about 2 months the same things would happen.
One night some one touched my foot and was squeezing my foot really hard. I got up, reached over right next to me to try to turn on the lights but they wouldn’t turn on. I got really scared and tried to move but nothing happened.
About ten minutes later the pain on my foot went away, and the pain started moving upward on my stomach and onto my throat. I felt like I was going to pass out when suddenly a little boy was standing right next to me holding his hand out towards mine.
I didn’t necessarily think I was going to ever wake up. I started praying and thinking of Jesus in my mind. Before the lights actually came up I remember the boy asking me to go with him, not to be scared that everything was going to be ok as long as I was sorry for all of my sins. The last words that came out of his mouth were whispered and said something about it was my time to leave grounds.
Then my bedrooms lights came on and I ran out of the room and went to my moms room. since then I haven’t slept in that room. I sleep in the living room… I hope its not really my turn to die but who knows its not my decision to make.
Written by Valerie Perez Copyright 2008