Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This isn’t a very long story. My mom and I had just moved into a two-story condo.  I was still in high school.  I was very active in school so when I slept, I slept.

One night, a noise woke me.  I woke up to find that my arms were crossed on my chest and I couldn’t move.  I couldn’t even move my neck.  I didn’t want to force it, in fear that I would hurt myself and really be in trouble.  I did, however, move my eyes enough to see down the hallway to my mom’s room, but something prevented me from calling out to her.

Then I heard a “tinkling” sound coming from the other side of the room, near the window.  It was the sound you’d hear when you stir liquid in a glass and the stirring device hits the glass.

I turned my attention to the sound and was startled, to say the least, that there was a hooded figure standing near my dresser, busily mixing something.  I couldn’t see what it was, but he or “it” looked in my direction.  I couldn’t see a face under that hood, but I could tell it saw me.  I was horrified.  I wasn’t sure what it would do and why I was unable to move.

“It” looked away, and continued whatever it was doing.  I closed my eyes, tried to relax, and was able to move.  I sat up immediately and “it” was gone.  I was still freaked out so I lay back down and pulled my sheets up to my neck.

That was the last time I’d seen “it.”  While in that house, I had the strangest dreams.  We moved a couple of years later.  I’ve never experienced anything like that again, but I do remember a time when I witnessed something similar although not as sinister when I was lots younger.

When I was about 5 years old, I do remember seeing a “being of light.”  There is no way else to describe this.  I don’t even know what it was.  I do remember feeling like I was being summoned to the living room. I sat up in my bed and looked out my bedroom door.

The living room was fully lit even though all the lights were off.  The “being” had a smaller “being” sitting on its knee, which I took to be a child.  Even though they had no faces, no visible eyes or nose or anything, I could tell that when I looked at them, they turned and were looking at me.  We looked at each other for a moment, then the feeling of being scared overtook me and I immediately pulled my blankets over my head and tried to not think about it.

I don’t know what these experiences were, but they happened.  And I believe I was fully awake!

Written by Patricia Taylor, Copyright 2009