Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

About 7 years ago, when my daughter wasn’t even 2 yet and I was pregnant with my son, I rented a house owned by one of my mom’s friends. I was a single mom at the time, so even though I wasn’t thrilled with the place, it was cheap rent for such a big house and I very reluctantly moved in.

I say reluctantly because this house was creepy to even look at, much less live in alone with just a baby girl for company. It’s a very old house, my mom said it was an old house when she was a teenager, so just imagine it! It sits right behind the high school in our town, you can watch a baseball game on the school’s field from the front porch, that’s how close it is. I remember all of my friends in school talking about how it was haunted, never realizing I would someday live there.

First off, the master bedroom was where I put my bed and Sarah’s crib. I wasn’t comfortable at all from the start with her being in one of the other bedrooms. But neither one of us could sleep in that room. She would scream every time I tried to put her to bed in there, and she was usually a happy baby, never cried, but she refused to stay in that room. Every time I tried to sleep in there my bed would fall, and that room stayed cold. I don’t mean a bit chilly, it was a big difference stepping from the living room across the threshold of the bedroom door, you could feel the cold almost in waves coming from in there.  I started sleeping on the living room sofa with my baby.

After living there a few months and sleeping on the couch, something creepier started happening. Every morning when I would get up and go in that room to get our clothes to get ready for the day, the bedroom door would be locked from the inside. I would have to take a butter knife and pick the lock. It happened more and more often, so I finally just started keeping a knife on the shelf by the door because every time I needed in there it would be locked, and sometimes my daughter’s porcelain doll collection on the built-in shelves in there would all be turned around facing the wall.

I got used to that all right, but the last straw was after living there about 6 months, I was up at 4 in the morning, peeing. I was hugely pregnant by then and wearing out the carpet between the couch and the bathroom I was peeing so much. Well, there I sat, half awake in the dark, and on the other side of the wall my back was facing was that creeped out room. I was sitting on the potty, dead silent in the house, until a whistle started coming from that room! Not a whistle as in, like, a pipe whistling or the wind in the fireplace chimney, maybe. It was a loud, distinct, whistling tune, and it was coming right from that room. If I wasn’t already peeing my bladder would have let go it scared me so bad.

I’m not afraid of ghosts, spirits, paranormal, nothing like that and I’ve believed in that stuff for most of my life. I don’t know why this house scared me so bad, me, who used to go cemetery walking in high school with no flashlight, no nothing, way out in the boonies. All I know is that I was moving, as soon as possible. I ended up reconciling with my ex, the father of the baby in my belly, when I didn’t really want to, I just wanted to get the heck out of that house!

My friend Renee lives there now, a single mother with 2 boys, and she says the same stuff is happening to her. Her smallest son acts the way my daughter did about that room. She’s had the door lock on her and heard the whistling twice. She’s scared too, but can’t afford to move, bless her heart. She tries to stay away from home as often and as long as possible…as for me, I don’t visit her there. She comes here to my new house because I will never go back into that one.

Like I said, I’m not a chicken when it comes to things like that, but I do have common sense and it was telling me loud and clear that something wasn’t good in this house. Bad, bad vibes in that old house… I wonder if something bad happened there a long time ago?

Sent in by missmarina, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com