I have always been interested in the paranormal but I
really believed in it until about a year ago.
One night a few years ago I was woken up suddenly in the
middle of the night by a loud crash coming from the kitchen.
It sounded like a bunch of pots in the cupboard had fallen
and had slid across the floor. I waited, a little freaked
out and got out of bed to investigate. Now I was only 8 or 9
so that was pretty brave of me, because usually when I heard
a freaky noise I would just lay there petrified for an hour
or so before I fell asleep again.
I tiptoed across my room careful not to look in the mirror
(I have a fear of mirrors at night) and flicked on the
light. I turned out into the hallway and turned on that
light too, I did the same with the living room and the
kitchen, so I could see everything. My eyes darted around
the room nervously as I entered the kitchen and I opened the
cupboard where we keep our pots. Oddly enough, everything
seemed to be in it's place. I then crawled up onto the
counter and check the upper cupboards. Nothing was out of
place. I told myself my mind was playing tricks on me and
went back to sleep.
Nothing else weird happened for a few years, other than
hearing creaking floorboards at night, and a voice of a
muttering girl ringing in my ears. I figured it was just me,
mumbling in my sleep, but it wasn't my voice at all.
Very recently I was woken up in the middle of the night for
no reason, eyes wide. I sighed and tried to go back to
sleep, but just then I heard--screaming. A woman screaming.
It sounded muffled as if she had her hands over her mouth
and was coming from the laundry room downstairs. Then, I'm
pretty sure I pretended to hear this, a man's manic
laughter. I chuckled softly and went back to sleep, thinking
that would be funny and completely forgetting the woman's
A few nights later I woken up, once again, for no reason. I
listened intently then heard a very loud woman's voice, the
same voice as last time, shout, "BOO!" Again it was coming
from downstairs, but this time from my parent's bedroom,
which is directly underneath mine. I heard it once again and
got out of bed. I opened my bedroom door and turned on the
hall light. I walked down the hall determinedly and flicked
on the entry way light. I crept down the stairs and opened
the door leading into the basement. I didn't turn on the
next light, but walked over to my parents room and knocked
on the door. I opened it quietly and waited at the end of
the bed for one of them to wake up. Both did and my dad
whispered groggily, "What?"
I explained to them the voice I had just heard and asked my
mom if it was her. She answered, "Huh? No, just *yawn* go
back to bed..." I shrugged and went back up to my room. I
was scared, but too tired to think about it further, and I
fell asleep quickly.
During the last few days, I have been really into ghosts and
have been investigating around the house trying to figure
out more about these voices and happenings. Last year we had
our basement finished, we built a laundry room a family
room, put in a fireplace, and made our storage area under
the stairs into a small pantry. At times, I have been really
freaked out about going in there to get some soup or rice,
feeling a chill down my spine as soon as I enter. Other
times though, I'm not scared at all.
Yesterday I decided that there is a ghost in our house,
living in our pantry. It was just me, my little brother
Spencer, and my cousin "Eliza," I'll call her, at home that
afternoon and I told the other two that we should go in the
pantry and figure out if we felt any ghostly thing in there.
Eliza was scared out of her mind and absolutely refused to
step foot downstairs. Spencer and I however were excited to
go down there. We went together, Eliza waiting a few steps
down from the entryway. I walked inside with Spencer and
shut the door. Immediately I felt a slight chill run down my
Spencer hissed in a terrified voice, "Open the door!"
"No," I whispered back. "Shh."
Soon my breathing became much heavier and faster. A face
started to appear in front of me. Again Spencer begged,
"Open the door." And again I refused. The face began to
grow a little more clearer and I realized it looked alot
like me, the same upside-down egg shaped head, the same wide
eyes, the same nose...
I turned and opened the door. Spencer stumbled out and
sprinted up the stairs, screeching in terror, with Eliza. I
laughed, shut the pantry door and followed them up,
shrieking in a fake little girl voice and flailing my arms
Once upstairs I asked Spencer if he had seen a girl's face.
"Yeah," he answered. "As soon as you shut the door there was
a flash and I saw it. She looked exactly like you."
I was relieved at hearing I was the only one who had seen
it. "Did she have blonde hair?"
"No, brown. She didn't have bangs either."
"Really?" I asked. "Neither did the girl I saw! Her hair was
about this long." I gestured to about four inches past
Spencer's eyes widened. "Loreena," he said. "We really do
have a ghost."