What I'm about to tell you are various things that have
happened to me ever since I was a kid.
When I was about 6 years old my mother married my stepfather. He bought us
this old run down trailer house that was mint green and
white. I grew up in this trailer house. When we first
moved in I always had an eerie feeling about the place. My
room was on the North end and my parents on the South end.
So in other words I was all by my lonesome down there on
the other end and things got creepy at night, especially
being only six years old. I can remember my first
experience like it was yesterday.
I remember my mom waking me up for school and putting my little stool in front of
the sink so I could reach it to brush my teeth. As I was
brushing my teeth I saw something walk by the bathroom door
into my room. I thought it was my mom because she would
lay my clothes out for me to put on. A few minutes later
my mom did actually walk by. I thought to myself “Mom
never came out, so who walked in a while ago?” I asked her
if she came in earlier and she said no. My mom went back
to her bathroom (on the other end of the trailer) to finish
getting ready for work. She had just started working at a
Hospital for mental children. This has significance later
on. Any way after my mom left I heard my closet door slide
shut I stopped what I was doing and as soon as I looked
left out into the hallway a brown dust cloud rushed out of
my room down the hall. I couldn’t run to my mother because
then I would have to go the same direction the cloud went.
And I sure wasn’t going in my room because that’s were it
came from so I screamed as loud as I could until my mom
came. She didn’t believe a word I said and I got in
trouble for scaring her. SCARING HER? Anyway I got
dressed with the clothes she laid out for me and when I
went into the living room I got in trouble again because my
mom said that wasn’t what she wanted me to wear. I told
her that was what she laid out and I got in trouble AGAIN
because she thought I was lying.
These kinds of things
continued to happen until one night I heard footsteps
walking down the hall. They got closer and stopped at my
door. Then my glowworm nite lite went out. It got really
cold in my room and I remember it being hard to breathe. I
pulled the covers over my head waiting for something to
happen. I felt someone sit on the bed beside me. They
stayed there for about 10 minutes and then I heard the
footsteps leave. This happened very often. Finally I got
tired of it and decided that when it came back I was going
to see who was coming in my room. When it came as it
usually did I pretended to be asleep. I felt it sit on my
bed, and this time I felt warm hands stroke my hair and ears, then moving across my cheek. I knew at this moment
whatever it was wasn’t there to hurt me. When I opened my
eyes no one was there. I told my step dad about this and
he told me that it was him coming in there at night. Which
he did because he worked graveyard shift as a machinist at
a local factory. But he didn’t come in my room EVERY night
and when he did come home I knew it because he parked his
truck in front of my window and I could see his lights.
After some time I started seeing other things in my room
after dark while I was in bed. As I got a little older I
upgraded my nite lite to Bart Simpson and moved it to the
Bathroom out of my room. This gave a dim reflection right
in my doorway. I woke up one night and saw a strange
figure standing in the doorway just looking at me. It
started moving closer toward me but it didn’t move like my
friendly ghost, it moved rapidly and for every one step we
would normally make it made three. I knew this one
was evil, it wasn’t able to touch me but it would always
rush at my face and try to scare me. Sometimes it would
act like it was throwing something at me. These mean
spirits started to appear more. I can remember
waking up in the middle of the night and seeing 3 different
shadows at one time. I started to wonder if my good ghost
was double-crossing me, tricking me into not being afraid
of it and then haunting me almost every night, until one
night when the shadows appeared they were bouncing from one
wall to another scratching on my window and opening my
closet. I heard the footsteps come down the hall, I was so
scared at this point I thought it might have been my mom
coming because I couldn’t remember if I had been screaming
or not. It was my friend. It had come to help me. The
evil spirits disappeared and I felt it sit on my bed and
kind of wipe the tears from my cheeks.
I never saw any of them again until later on in my life. I thought about it
all the time when I was growing up and came to this
conclusion.
I can remember my mom coming home many times
crying about some of the handicapped kids that passed
away. I think she may have brought their spirits home with
her.
When I was 14 my Stepfather built us a two-story
house and moved the trailer out to the lake for a camp
house. When I turned 17 I joined the Navy and right before
I left my mom had a big garage sale with all my stuff. So
all my things were pretty much stowed about my room. I had
a strange dream one night. I was sleeping in my old
bedroom in the trailer and I woke up to this young woman
(very attractive) ironing some clothes next to my bed. I
sat up and looked at her but she didn’t see me. I looked
out the window and it was storming really badly. She had
on some clothes that were dated like they were back in the mid
to late 80’s. I was going to ask her who she was and what
was she doing in my room when the roof ripped completely
off and sucked her right out. The last thing I saw was the
iron fall on the floor and burn an imprint into the carpet
all the way down to the plywood underneath, then I woke up.
The very next morning as I was heading down to drink coffee
with my parents I noticed this little outfit that was mine
from when I was a kid laying on my couch in my room. It
was laid out perfect like my mom used to. I didn’t think
anything of it until after my first cup and it hit me. It
was the same outfit I had gotten in trouble for that same
day when I was 6.
My mystery friendly ghost was revealed
last summer. I took 30 days of leave (I’m in the Navy now)
and went back home to help my stepfather do some remodeling
on the camp. Working in there brought back all of those
memories and the weird dream. So I asked him were he
bought the trailer to begin with. He had bought the
trailer in Houston Texas from a storm damage place and got
a good deal on it he said. He also told me that when they
were fixing my room there was a huge iron print on the
plywood so they had to replace the carpet. When he told me
this it sent chills down my spine and I ripped the carpet
up in my old room because I didn’t believe him. Sure
enough there it was. Now…..I’m a pretty brave man and not
scared of many things anymore and haven’t cried since I was
like 12 or thirteen. But I shed my first tear in a long
time that day. She protected me all those years. If
whoever reads this and has had a daughter, sister, friend,
that died tragically in the Houston area during a major
storm sometime around the mid to late 80’s PLEASE contact
me.
My next story starts out when I was in High School. I was
a Senior at the time and had many many friends. But I had
one person that I always kept closest to me. His name was
Jeffrey and he was the biggest guy in school. But the
heart of a gentle giant. He was always the person I chose
to run behind on the football team that played on the front
line because he would get just about anybody out of my way
and was always there when I needed him. We were
unstoppable together on the field. He would always give me
advice when my girlfriend was treating me bad or if I had
problems at home. He was only a Sophomore but he was my
best bro. We have this thing back home called the Pecan
Festival and it starts every year the day before squirrel
season opens up so everybody goes out to the festival and
parties, then gets up and goes hunting. Jeffrey and me had
made plans to go bright and early and agreed he would come
pick me up. He never showed up. Well around 9 am I called
his house and his mom said he had gone hunting. So I figured
he screwed me over and dipped out on me as a prank. So of
course I was mad at him. Well about 10 that night my
girlfriend called and told me that Jeffrey had passed away
in a car accident not too far from my house. He had
flipped his truck on a dirt road and broke his neck killing
him instantly. I was mad at myself for being mad at him.
He had died on his way to get me. I should have just
driven and picked him up maybe it wouldn’t have happened.
But I wanted to sleep in. I blamed myself for his death.
I was also mad at God for not giving me the chance to say
goodbye to him. So that night I laid in my bed and prayed
for about two hours asking why. All of a sudden my hearing
went numb and I couldn’t move. My body was frozen like
someone had pushed a pause button on the VCR. I heard
Jeffrey’s voice just as plain as day at the foot of my
bed “It’s alrite bubba I’ll always be around, now stop
beatn yourself up over this and get some damn sleep” It
was quite humorous to me because that’s how he was in any
situation. After that I felt a huge warmth start from my
toes and work its way up to my heart. I knew Jeffrey had
visited me to ease my pain, and god answered my prayers and
let me say goodbye to him. RIP Big 6 9.
My next story Takes place when I was around 19. I had just
got to my first duty station and hadn’t been there too
long. I was living in the barracks and I had just a few
friends there. One of them was Sue and her Boyfriend
Jeremy. Jeremy would always tell me his room was haunted
because a woman hung herself in the closet and I didn’t
believe him. Sue was always coming down to my room late in
her pyjamas to ask me last minute questions about work or
to just hang out because Jeremy was being mean to her. One
night about 11 I heard a knock on my door. I looked through
the peephole and no one was there so I opened it to see who
just knocked and ran. I looked down the hall and saw the
back of a blonde headed girl walking down to J’s room, I
thought it was Sue so I called out to her, she didn’t turn
around until she got to J’s door. She turned back to look
at me and what I saw has to be the most horrible thing I’d
ever seen.
This girls face was a light grayish color
slightly sunken in and her eyes were extremely blood shot.
She knew I had seen her because of my reaction. She just
kind of gave me this smart-alecky smirk and walked right
into J’s room. This freaked me out. I ran down the hall
and barged in. J was asleep and told me nobody was in his
room not even Sue. After having a little conversation
about I told you so’s from my friend I headed back down to
my room. I've seen this girl again and thought to my self "oh
hell no". She turned around and smiled at me but this time
her face was normal. It was like her telling me “Yeah it
did happen, and I do dwell in your friend’s room".
My next story goes back to Jeffrey. I was home on leave
hanging out with one of my friends. After partying all night
I brought up Jeff. And we decided to stop and pay him a
visit at the cemetery. We brought the rest of the beer to
his headstone and just kind of BSed around about the good
ol days until all of our beer was gone. At this time it
was about 3 am and we bid Jeff goodbye and started walking
towards the truck. On the other side of the Cemetery I saw
a strange light. Now I grew up around this place and knew
there were no dust n dawn lights back there or any houses
around so we decided to check it out.
As we got closer I put together an outline of a young girl on her knees in
front of a huge headstone like she was praying. She had a
pinkish glow to her and above her head in an oval shape was
a bright off white glow pulsating. We watched her for
about 20 minutes till she slowly faded away. When we got
back to the truck discussing what we had just seen we heard
a loud shriek. We jumped in the truck and shagged tail
home. When we got there the numbers 69 was written on the
hood of the truck in the dew. We knew then Jeffrey had
visited us and was pulling our chain with the shriek. Man
I miss him.
I haven’t had any experiences since that night which was
about a year and a half ago. But these are my encounters
ever since I was young and they will always be with me.
Thank you for taking the time to read my happenings and I
hope they have touched you in the same way they touch me
every day……..;)
Contact me here: chris_parham211@hotmail.com
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