Paranormal experiences are common throughout my family,
particularly on my mom's side. There are definitely a lot
of stories and encounters my family has had with ghosts,
but we'll save those for a later time. What I'd like to
share with you are my stories and encounters with ghosts.
I moved into my old house when I was 11 with my family.
Even the first time we went into the house, I had a bad
feeling about it. Just to give you an image of what it
looks like, it is a one-story, three bedroom, three
bathroom house and I assume it is about 30 years old, if
not older. Upon entering is the living room. Once you
reach the end of the living room, if you go to your left,
all of the bedrooms and two of the bathrooms are located
there. If you go forward (not left or right) there is a
door which opens up to the kitchen, the dining room (which
is conjoined with the kitchen), the other living room, the
other bathroom, and the game room. If you go to your
right, there is a closet, which we never used, so the door
always remained shut. All of the walls are made of wood.
The floor of the house used to be wood also, but was
poorly covered by carpet; underneath the carpet is still
the hardwood floor.
With all the wood in the house, there
wasn't much light and sound traveled a lot. The entire
house had a creepy feel to it, but my room was by far the
scariest. It was cold at all times, regardless the weather,
and I always felt like I was being watched in there.
Anyway, many weird things had happened there, but a few
occurrences seem to stand out the most.
During the summer when we moved there, I always stayed at
home with my sister, Keira, because my mom and dad went to
work. One day Keira and I went to the bathroom to brush
our teeth together as usual when I heard the door that
leads to the rest of the house slam shut very loudly. It
sounded as if someone had pushed it with great force. No
windows were open, so it couldn't have been the wind.
Scared out of our wits, we went to check out what it was,
assuming it was a burglar. I opened the door, Keira close
behind me, checked the ENTIRE house and found nothing. I
know for a fact it wasn't a burglar because nothing was
taken and it didn't look like things were messed around
with, as burglars do when they're looking for something.
Everything looked the same. I wasn't hearing things, as my
sister heard it too.
At another time, my mom told me that while she was home
alone, she fell asleep while watching TV on the couch, and
woke up to find that she was elevated from the couch a
couple of feet. She was in shock for several minutes, even
after she was let down, but finally managed to take
control of herself. She said she tried to forget about it
and didn't want to tell anyone because she didn't want to
scare us, but finally decided to tell us.
The encounter that definitely took the cake was around
wintertime when I was around 12. I woke up at around 3:00
AM. When I opened my eyes, I saw a woman standing a few
feet away from my bed. She had short black hair and I
could tell she was very pale. I couldn't even see her
eyes, they were just dark circles. I was horrified at the
sight of her. She was just standing there staring at me,
looking malevolent. After about twenty minutes of utter
terror, she walked over to me. My senses finally came back
to me. I got under the covers and started praying to God.
I stayed under the covers until daylight and did not go
back to sleep, as I still shocked from what I had seen.
After thinking about it a lot, I tried to convince myself
it was a dream. A few weeks later, my cousin came to stay
with us. She would always ask to sleep in another room
besides mine because she told me that a woman with short
black hair had appeared to her.
We moved out of that house a few years later and sold it
to a family who, not surprisingly, moved out of there
rather quickly.
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