What Is It With Me?

I a few stories too tell. But, I will make them short and to the point.

My name is Jenn and I am now 25. When I was five yrs. old I had my first experience. I moved to my grandmothers with my mom and brother who was four at the time. I always had a creepy feeling about her house. Especially at night.

One night we were all in bed, it had to be in the middle of the night, I woke up to this feeling of someone watching me. I sat up and looked over at my brother, whom I thought was sitting up. I looked at him and said his name. He didn't answer. When my eyes focused, I realized he was lying down asleep. But, sitting up at the same time. Being that little it creeped me out, I laid back down and covered my head until I fell asleep.

Then when I was 14 my neighbors grandmother died. I knew her all my life. One night my brother and I were up in my room watching TV. We got up to get something to eat. When we walked out of my room we looked down the hall towards my moms room. We thought she was standing there. We said "Mom"? She didn't reply. She just stood there staring at us. We walked a little closer and realized it was our friends grandmother. We freaked and ran to my room. She just disappeared right in front of our eyes.

When I was 18 I used to hear things in our new house. I used to think my Mom was up in the kitchen making my dad breakfast before going to work. When I would get up to the sound of pots and pans clanging around and go into the kitchen no one would be in there.

One day I was in the bathroom (this is in the same place) and I was washing my face. I walked out and the water came back on. I walked backwards and looked in the bathroom and the water was off. Soon after that my Mom and I were in her room. We were looking through the telephone books. She was knelt over her bed. She looked up at me and said "who was that"?. I said "who"? She said "who just smacked me on the butt"?. I said no one. She started getting pale and swearing that someone smacked her on the butt.
We had a lot of bad things happen to us in that house. My mom woke the whole house up one night, her bedroom door was locked, we couldn't get in. She was screaming for us. We heard a lot of banging and glass breaking. As soon as it stopped her door slowly came open. We went in and there was my poor mother lying in front of her dresser, crying. She said she got up to go to the bathroom and something attacked her, and she couldn't see who or what it was.

And just a month ago we were in my brothers room (which is off the living room). We were just sitting around talking (you can see the entire left side of the living room from his room). All of the sudden his friend Billy just froze. I said "whats wrong"? He just pointed to the desk chair. We all looked and the the seat to the desk chair was spinning really fast. Fast enough to make the whole chair shake. I got up and shut the door.

Needless to say I have a lot more stories but I don't want to bore you. My brothers call me the Ghost Queen. They say ghosts follow me around everywhere I go. (real funny, HA ha ha).

Submitted by Jenn, Indiana, USA