Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

In 2007, when I was 11, my mommy and daddy rented a beautiful 3-bedroom house in a small desert city. I finally had my own room. The night we brought the beds, I lay in my bed in the stiff silence of the house. I began to hear little footsteps in the hallway. It couldn’t be either of my sisters, both were asleep with my mommy and daddy in their bedroom.

I was scared to believe in ghosts because I thought that if you think about them, they’ll hurt you. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. The problem was, I have insomnia. I couldn’t sleep. I began to feel like someone was watching me. I didn’t acknowledge it, but it kinda scared me.

I went about two weeks of absolutely no sleep. The day I did sleep, I dreamed about a family in the 1950s just screaming and running throughout the house.

When I had my sleepless nights, I always felt the weird presence. One day, I walked past the bathroom mirror (the door was wide open). I briefly looked at it and saw a little kid behind me looking down at the ground. I took a second look, and no one was there. My sisters weren’t home yet. I wanted to tell my daddy, but I thought it might have been a hallucination due to my insomnia.

In January 2008 (we moved in on July 2007), I adopted a kitten from the street. The first few days, she slept outside. Then she began to sleep in my room because she didn’t like outside. At night, she would look around a bit then her eyes would fix on the doorway. She had a scared expression on her little cat face. She hopped on my bed and crawled under my blanket, as if she were scared. Then, I began to feel the weird feeling again. This kept on persisting for weeks.

In February, I began to worry a bit. I began to think about being a psychic. It was a good explanation to me. I then thought about the kitten’s night behavior. I heard that animals see things we don’t see. I began to believe it now, but I kinda wanted to stay skeptical. So, at night I would just tell myself its nothing. I kept on feeling the presence.

Then in June 2008, my mommy and daddy got fed up with the stress we felt in the small desert city and rented an apartment happily far away from the small city. The morning of the move, everything was in the moving truck. The house was almost completely empty. My family went out to go get some coffee for the long trip. I was alone in the house with my kitten. She strode into the hallway and to my room. After a few seconds she ran out her back arched and tail puffy (that’s what cats do when they’re scared). I put her in her little travel cage and I walked towards the room ever so slowly. I heard the tiny footsteps. I looked into the room and saw a small boy wearing a white outfit. His eyes were pitch black and his skin a really pale color. I was freaked out so I ran out if the room, took my cat’s cage, and ran out of the house. Even thought the temperature there was 110 degrees, I felt stone cold. I walked back in and closed the door for some reason. A few minutes later my family came home and we left for good.

I never told my family about the experience because I didn’t want them to think I was crazy or anything. I knew it was something paranormal. I was a true believer now. It took me months of research to figure out it may have been a demon. Thank goodness we left before it could hurt any of us.

Sent in by Kelly R., Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com