Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Alright, this all started when my family moved in to my new house when I was about 8. I was put in a small room and I quickly didn’t like it one bit. I had no idea why but it was completely awful for me to be inside of there. I would wake up every night for no reason at all. I hated to be in that room. I was scared to be in that room without a light on. Eventually my mom decided to build an attachment onto the house for her bedroom, I got her old room.

They had been taking pictures of the old, probably 200 year old, flooring underneath the house. I was looking at the pictures on my ipod. I noticed that there weren’t just pictures of the room, but I noticed apparitions in the room. There was a dog in the room, a face of a hound dog, maybe a mutt. It kinda looked like my moms dog link, I never knew link but I knew that the dog in the picture was link. In another photo, there was a shadow, it was an outline of a mans body, standing there looking at the camera. In the other photos there was a girl who looked like me, maybe if I was older. I swear it was like I was looking in a mirror. She was bent over her strawberry blond hair was down to her shoulders. She was in a white dress, maybe in the 1800′s they would wear something like it, and she was bent over, I believe she had a basket hanging off of her forearm. I don’t know this woman and neither did any of my family but to me it was like a spitting image of me, like someone had made a copy of me and made me older. It was shocking. I ignored the photo’s not paying much attention to the photos.

I remember one night when I was lying in bed with the light on, I was just sitting there thinking, getting ready for the next day. When my eyes, like they weren’t under my control, looked to the right corner of the bed. Seconds later I heard like a small animal jumped up onto the bed, and sure enough there were paw prints, what I recalled to be cat paw prints. I knew who the animal was, it was my cat “Kitty”. My mind at the moment recalled when she would step up on my moms bed, they were the exact same sizes. (My cats paws and the paw indents on my bed).

Remember that I have by now switched bedrooms into my moms old room. Later on I found that guests here have seen a white cat, and a tan dog running around in my fenced in back yard. In my back yard my white cat “Kitty” is buried and along with my dog named “Mozzy” she’s there as well with Kitty. (Meaning Kitty and Mozzy are the dog and cat running around). I thought that there wasn’t anything wrong with this, until I was in the kitchen with one of my friends Nicole. She was in the bathroom and when she came out a vase that was on top of the fridge shot off of the top of the fridge almost hitting me, crashing to the floor. I screamed in terror and my mom ran out of the room. I said to her “Mom, that vase just almost hit me, something is wrong here!” She looked shocked but she told me that, “It was just gravity.” I knew otherwise, there was no way that gravity could launch a vase off the fridge about four inches.

One day recently, about two months ago, I walked into my sisters room (which was my old room), the room that I hated to be in. I felt really uneasy like someone was watching me, preying on me, like a lion hunts a zebra. I walk out of the room quickly, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my leg, I look down to see there’s a shallow cut running through the left side of my left calf all the way up to my knee. I call out my sisters name and she comes running up to me, and I point to the cut. She asks me how I got it I said I didn’t know I was in her room and when I look down, I have a huge cut. She shares with me how she thinks there’s a poltergeist in her room, and she can’t sleep in her room and gets the feeling that I got when I was in the room, the feeling that tells you to get out of there as fast as you can.

I also get the feeling out in my moms new room that tells me to run, just to get out of there. What I share with you I would like to see if you have any answers to my problems.

Written by Anna Smith, Copyright 2009