Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

The first thing I’m going to tell is a dream I had when I was a kid. I had this dream almost every night as far back as I can remember, and ’till I was about 8 or 9.

The dream takes place in an old wooded house or cottage out in the woods. The light is really red, like it’s warm or something. In this house/cottage there lives a woman who is pregnant, looks like the last trimester. She lives alone as far as I can remember. She went to bed as normal, but when she wakes up her baby is cut out of her stomach. By this point I am the lady. She cries, and all of a sudden what feels like a bloody finger is poking my back, always at the same place. This makes me wake up, look around the room, no one there.

What I really think is weird about this dream is how a 3-4 year old could have know that it actually is possible to cut a baby out of a stomach. No one in our family has had a baby with cesarean. I also find it weird that I dreamt it over and over again. I can even remember some of the days that were after I had the dream.

During the same period as the dream I would often wake up and see someone in my door. I always slept with the door open to get some light in my room. I usually saw a boy or a man just leaning to the frame of the door.

I have also always felt like someone is watching me while I’m walking up the stairs to the second floor. You know the feeling you get in your back. I told my mom this when I was about 10 years old, and all she said was that someone is always walking right behind you. Someone you can’t see. Freaked me out, and still does.

The other thing started happening more in the late years. Maybe when I was 13, I am now 19. When I was home alone I was usually in my room, which is on the second floor. All the lights downstairs were off. If I went down to make some food or get something, I would not go into to the living room turning the lights on, just wouldn’t dare to. I was, and still am, sure there will be someone in the sofa. Someone who isn’t really there. If I have been out, and I’m the first one home, I can turn the lights on in the living room if it is the first thing I do. It’s only freaky when it’s dark outside though.

At first I thought I was just being paranoid, been watching one too many horror movies, but I confronted my mom with it, told her how I felt. She said that she felt the exact same thing. She would not turn on the lights ’cause she was sure there would sit someone in the sofa. After a while she said that she wasn’t really scared anymore, the only “people” who could be in the sofa was her grandparents, and they were the nicest people in the world. It’s my mothers grandparents who built the house, and we bought it after they died.

I don’t really know what to think, it freaks me out, and I hate being home alone. What do you guys think? Is it just an over-eager-imagination, if I could call it that, or is it really something?

This is my first post here. Sorry if it’s a bit messy and unstructured.

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