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Spirit of My Sister’s House

05-03-2010 | 20:25:19No Comments

Hello, my name is Payton and I am 11 years old. This story is absolutely true.

Once, I was at my sister’s house while they were knocking a wall down ~ they just moved in. I was the age of 8… in third grade. The exact date was October 13, 2008. My birthday was the 14th. Anyways, me my cousin and my nephew (age 5 then but age 7 now) were sitting on the stairs… watching the men working on the wall. My sister was taking pictures of it. The 15th, after my birthday, we had to color Halloween things for homework. I was at my aunt’s because she invited all of the relatives over because she hired a fortune teller for the adults. Amber (my sister) was looking through the pictures that she took while at the house. While she was, she came across a picture of the wall with a ghost figure with his face all twisted. When we had seen it, we were all in shock. So, it was Amber’s turn to go in and the fortune teller had told her something about “Wall Walkers” or something. So I just continued with my coloring. That night I was in my bed, and I felt really funny. I began crying cause I was scared. I went in my mom’s room and told her. After that, I just got a drink and went back to bed. A couple months later, (About late December or early January) Amber did some research about her house. There was a man who died there. But, he had always wanted his walls in that house torn down, but, he never got to. Amber told us that. In the summer, me, my best friend Taylor, her little brother Preston, and my nephew and Preston’s best friend Joey were playing outside on Joey’s blow up water slide. Forgetting about the spirit, me and Taylor went inside to get some chips and Pepsi. We heard a huge thump and a soft cry, so, we ran outside to tell our parents and Amber. We didn’t want to tell the little boys then because they were only 6 and we didn’t wanna scare them. Our parents didn’t believe us. But Amber didn’t say anything. Later that day when Taylor had left, Joey, Amber, and my mom were outside while I was watching TV. I felt someone was watching me, and then I glanced to the stairs, and I saw that same figure running up the stairs. In about September, me and one of my best friends Hailee were upstairs in Amber’s house and we heard a huge plate crash in that room but nothing fell. Then, I glanced over to her glass dresser and seen that same figure behind us. When I turned around, I saw nobody there. One day in January, me and Joey were watching a picture slide show on Joey’s Nintendo Wii. The picture came up as the spirit, Joey asked me and Amber what it was, we both said smoke, because that’s what it looked like and Amber smokes. Ever since then I’ve been kind of creeped out. But research shows he is a good man.

The Traveler

04-03-2010 | 15:09:31No Comments

I was about 5 or 6 when this story took place, so it was about 8 or 9 years ago. I had just started sleeping in my own bed, and I was really scared. I had been seeing odd shadows on my ceiling. I heard my bedroom door open then close, thinking it was my mom, I called out to her. I felt the big comforter be pulled off of me. I shook, waiting. I felt the sheet be pulled up and I was picked up. I clung to the woman. I finally looked up and saw it wasn’t my mom. It was a red head woman with piercing green eyes. She was wearing a forest green, studded Christmas dress. She smiled and said, “Don’t worry little one, I won’t hurt you.” She walked down the hall and set me in my parents bed. She had closed the door when she walked in. I turned around to thank her and she was gone. The freaky thing about this? My dad saw the same woman when he was 5, in Germany.

(Sent in by Madison)

Friends or a Ghost?

03-03-2010 | 01:22:14No Comments

When I had a party for all the basketball players at our school at my house, of course, I was gonna hang out with my team (the girls) this also included the 7th grade basketball teams. When everyone got there we watched a couple scary movies about four of them (Jeepers Creepers, Quarantine, Paranormal Activity, The Strangers) this ended at about midnight. Now I live in this super creepy really old farmhouse and I remembered I had to go upstairs to close the attic windows which is really scary because when I was outside no-one was home but me. I heard and saw the attic doors SLAM open. When I asked some of the girls to go with me they said ‘no’ but five of the boys would, so they all came with me upstairs. Now when we walked past the second floor window I swear I saw my grandma (who died in that house) and my boyfriend Nick laughed and said “Aw, I think she saw The Exorcist.” Now I had those thoughts in my head. I made one of them open that attic door, so Jason did, hes like 6′2 for a 8th grader! So he hit his head really hard, which made me feel a bit better. So we went up and I made my way slowly up to one of the six windows. When I reached out to close it, I saw something in one of the fields (I live on a farm) it looked kinda like a demented person, ya know like bloody and stuff, so I looked behind me and the boys were gone. Now when I turned back the thing in the field was a couple inches from my face. I let out a huge scream. I ran down the stairs to the second floor. I felt alot of hands grab me. Of course it was the boys. “What happened what happened?!” “I don’t wanna talk about it,” I said, “Seriously, I I I I think I saw a ghost.” “Yeah right,” they said. So I went back down stairs with them and kinda had a panic attack. So Joey decided to go up and see for himself. We heard him go up. We heard BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! “Ahh haha,” he screamed like a girl. He ran down the stairs with like a little bit of blood on his head. “Gh, gh, ghgh, ghost!” He stuttered. “Oh my god, Joey!” I screamed. He held his head down and started to cry but really he was laughing. “I can’t believe you fell for that! It’s ketchup! Besides there was nothing up there. I even closed the windows that was the boom you heard.” I slapped him so hard there was a red mark and we just sat there talking for a couple minutes and that was it.

(Sent in by Glenoak Eagles)

Something across my bedroom

26-02-2010 | 19:31:57No Comments

Well, let me start by saying that as a child, I had an extremely over active imagination. I used to have to lie in bed as a child and ignore the little noises I thought I had heard or roll over, burying my face in the wall if I were to feel a strange warm stale draft, as if someone’s breath, on my tightly clenched eyelids. The worst was the night’s with a full moon. See, in the pitch black, I could make myself ignore things, but when the moonlight shone through my window, things got a little worse. With just enough light to fuel my fear, I would see something standing at the edge of my room, then get up the nerve to sprint to the light switch just to prove to myself that it was nothing. Most times it was my rain coat hanging from the floor lamp, or a thin strip of brighter moonlight casting a figure on my bookshelves.

One night I’ll always remember, I was sitting in bed sweating. It was summer but I refused to take off the covers, feeling as if they would protect me. I laid there with my eyes closed trying to ignore the clock out in the dining room that was louder than I’d ever noticed before, “TIC-TIC-SCRAPE, TIC-TIC-SCRAPE”. As I laid there, I suddenly had an image to go along with the sound. I pictured some sort of injured animal with long claws limping around my bedroom, “TIC-TIC-SCRAPE.” I very quickly opened my eyes and glanced down beside the bed. Nothing. But as I quickly surveyed the room I saw something much more startling. A figure standing about halfway between the foot of my bed and the bedroom door (and the lights witch). It looked very pail and very thin. It stood staring at me through one shattered pink eye. It looked like it had it’s arm raised trying to shade it’s eyes against the light from the window.

I sat in bed, freaking at first, wanting to scream but remembering the constant warnings from my parents about letting my imagination run away with me. I didn’t dare trying to make it to the light switch with this thing standing between me and it. I would just have to stare at it and figure out what it really was. I spent hours in this room every day, surely I could think of what would cause this optical illusion in the dark. As I sat watching and trembling slightly, I guess the moon must have moved from behind some clouds outside, because brighter light started to creep across the bedroom. I thought to myself, “great, now I’ll be able to see what it really is.” As the light stretched across the apparition’s face I could see just a little more… I could see what looked like a smile. I started to whimper slightly and shove as much of my body up by my pillow as possible. I stilled tried to be a big boy and not be scared, but then whatever it was dropped down out of sight, beneath the bed’s footboard! There was nothing that could keep me from screaming then, but a massive asthma attack did limit me to just one. As my parents made it into the bedroom and had to rush me to the emergency room, and due to the asthma, never questioned why I was screaming. I convinced myself it was a nightmare and half buried myself down between the wall and my bed to sleep for the next month.

To this day, my room has to be pitch black and I can’t have any clocks that make noise.

(Sent in by Christopher)

The ghostly hitchhiker

19-01-2010 | 22:05:13No Comments

My dad and I were on the road to Dallas, Texas, he was driving. We were in Mexico when we both saw a white women ask for a ride, my dad saw her two times, one on his right side and again on his left side.
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Ghost

29-11-2009 | 12:47:13No Comments

I was thirsty and so I got up to get a drink of water, when I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. I was sleepy and must have been imagining things. Suddenly I felt a cold breeze across my face, I turned around, nothing, but when I turned back towards the sink… there outside the window I swore it was a floating head. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. I wanted to run but couldn’t. The thing’s eye was hanging from its socket, its mouth was hanging open exposing little pointy teeth with blood dripping
everywhere on its face. I closed my eyes tight for about five seconds then opened it. The thing was no longer there. I ran back up the stairs as fast as i could, I certainly did not fall asleep that night and I will never be able to forget what happened that night.

(Sent in by Rachel)

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