I just have to say, thank God I'm not the only one who has experienced this sort of thing. I have read several stories here about ghosts caressing people's legs, hair, and just touching them. Well, my story is a little similar to their's. I swear this is all true. And I have not forgotten it since.
About 4 yrs. ago, when I was 16, my family and I had just moved into our new house. It was a beautiful, 2 story home and only needed a little re-painting and cleaning. At the time we lived in Atlanta, GA.
The first day we lived there, I felt a little uneasy, like someone was watching me. I also felt cold spots in certain parts of the house- especially in my room. That night, I couldn't really sleep, I again, felt very cold and felt that someone was watching me.
I just brushed it off thinking not much of it and decided I was being a little silly. So I began to doze off to sleep, when suddenly I felt someone pull off my covers and get into bed with me. I just thought it was my little sister being scared as usual (she usually slept with me because she was always afraid at night.) So when I asked if it was her, there was no response. Then it became very cold again.
I was a little scared at that point, so I turned around (I was laying on my right side of the bed) and I couldn't really see because it was almost pitch black in my room, but I felt someone breathing on my face. I asked again if it was my sister who was there, but then suddenly, a guy's voice whispered "no, my name is John." I was so freaked out that I literally shook! But he told me not to worry and that he didn't want to hurt me. I felt that he was a teenager about my age (17 or 18.)
At that point, I didn't feel so scared anymore. He slowly started rubbing my back and then started kissing it. He was so cold. I was thinking to myself "My god! what is going on? Why are you letting this happen?? Am I being seduced by a ghost?" But I didn't really mind. This was exciting and interesting. Then suddenly, he got on top of me and started kissing my neck, I was so startled that I didn't know what to do. I knew that I had to stop this before it got too far.
So I asked him to stop. He said he was sorry then he went away. He had such a nice, soft voice. After he left, I thought "what the hell just happened?! Are you crazy??" But I felt that he was a good ghost and meant no harm. I couldn't believe what just happened though. Shortly after that, I fell asleep.
The next day, I told my parents that there was a ghost in the house, as soon as I told them, they got scared and told us to pack our bags. I told them that he was harmless, but they didn't want to take any chances and they said they didn't really like the house in the first place. My parents believed me because I'm not the type of person who would lie or joke around about that type of thing. So after we packed up and everything, I went into my room to say goodbye to John.
I opened the door and saw him looking out the window. He turned around, and for the first time, I finally saw what he looked like. He had the most saddest eyes I've ever seen, and had light brown hair, he was about 5'7 and I was right, he looked about my age. He was handsome, but yet he looked so sad, and for some reason, I didn't feel so scared around him. I said goodbye to him, and he just waved then slowly vanished. I was crying afterwards, because he seemed so sad and lonely, it was as if I was feeling what he felt.
About a couple weeks later, we moved to Washington (where I live right now) and found out about the house's history. Apparently 10 yrs. ago, an 18 yr. old boy committed suicide after he found out that his fiance whom he loved very much died in a car crash. Now I am 20 yrs. old and have not forgotten it since. It's a memory I will not ever forget. Thank you for reading my story!
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