At the beginning of April I was moving out of my parents
house with my little one for the third time. My two
year old daughter (Kenzie) and I got a cozy little 2
bedroom apartment. Although the outside was kinda run down
the inside we made home in no time.
The first time something happened there I was in the Kitchen cleaning up
after dinner and I hear my Kenzie talking to someone in her
room. I went to her room to check on her and I asked her
who she was talking to and she told me its a man that looks
like Danny (a friend of mine). I didn't really think
anything of it because kids have imaginary friends. Well, a
week later Kenzie's dad called up and asked if he could
take her for the week. I figured that would be good for me
because I could get everything unpacked and cleaned. Then
the night he came and picked her up, Danny came over to my
house to have a few drinks. We were sitting on my couch
drinking and listening to CD's on my stereo when a country
song came on one of my mixed cds and it switched to the
next song. I liked that country song that had came
on so I got up and put it back and it switched again to the
next song. It did that with all my country songs that came
on. Then I remembered about Kenzie telling me about
her "friend" that looked like Danny. Thinking I would scare
the heck out of Danny I told him my apartment was haunted
and the ghost looked like him. He kinda laughed it off
and we started talking about ghost stories and horror
movies that we has seen.
Well, as it got later I started to
get freaked out and I told Danny he had to stay the night
and he said he would he just had to run out to his truck to
get his smokes and a lighter. While he was outside I went
to go wash my face and brush my teeth. When I came out of
the bathroom he was just coming in the front door. He asked
me why I locked him out and I told him that I didn't, I had
been in the bathroom the whole time he was outside. But he
told me he was sure the door had been locked. That night I
named what ever was in my house Fred.
Now Fred wasn't the only ghost in my house. I guess
Fred had been scaring Kenzie because she would not sleep in
her own room and had to come sleep in bed with me.
Well, one night we were laying there and I was reading Kenzie a
story to try and get her to go to sleep and I heard this
noise coming from my closet area. I couldn't really tell
what it was so I wasn't too freaked out about it but then
Kenzie told me that there was a little girl in my closet
and she wanted to know if she could let her out. I just
stared at her for a minute and then I told her, "okay baby
you can go let her out." But then she looked at me and
said, "No, she cant come out, she's trapped." That night I
slept with my light on. Hehe.
The last big thing that happened was one night I was
sleeping and something woke me up because it was crawling
up my legs. Coming out of my sleep mode I thought it was my
dog Blue and I went to kick him out of my bed but then I
remembered that Blue was still at my moms house so I still
went to kick whatever was crawling up my legs but I
couldn't move them or anything else. I just closed my eyes
and a few minutes later the feeling went away and I could
move. I turned the light on beside me and there was nothing
in my room and Kenzie was still next to me a sleep so it
wasn't her. The next morning when I woke up I sat up in bed
and in a firm voice told the ghost that they could only
stay if they would stop scaring us.
After that we didn't have any other scary problems. I would
find things where they shouldn't be. Hear noises like
someone moving around in my kitchen and front room. I would
still have problems with Fred and my country music and him
changing the channel or CD when I was listening to country
but I would ask him to please stop.
We ended up moving out of there last month. Not because of the ghost but because I
needed to save money.
I do have more stories about other
things but I'll save those for later.
Contact me here : ootayloro0@aol.com
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