by Unknown
When I woke up, I heard a voice in my head that kept saying, "Don't move. Don't get up."
So I stayed for a while, then I felt a pressure on each of my arms.
I looked down and saw circular impressions in each arm, like something was holding me down by my arms. I kicked, but nothing happened and I couldn't move my arms. So I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I don't remember what happened next, but I either fell or was pushed off the couch, where I could finally move. But there was a red mark on each arm, a cut on my leg, my shirt ripped, and a long purple line that went all the way across my neck until it ended in an x on the side of my neck.
I went to see why my uncle or aunt didn't come help me when I screamed. They told me they never heard a thing. I demanded to be taken home immediately. On the whole ride home that same voice inside my head told me, "Don't look out the window, stay perfectly still, don't move, don't talk."
I never left my house until I was nineteen.
Running to Nowhere
San Antonio, Texas
I was spending several weeks at my Grandparents' new house in the city. I was 14. The house was nice, though I got random chills and feelings of nervousness throughout my stay.
I spent my nights sleeping on the couch in the living room that was separated from the kitchen by a large see-through fireplace.
One night I got up to get a drink and a snack around 2 AM. I was standing in the kitchen looking at my couch when I heard my grandmother shuffle from her bedroom down the hall.
I put my cup in the sink, and when I turned back, she was already in the living room, grabbing something off the
coffee table, with her back to me.
I called to her, but she shuffled quickly back to her room, robe billowing from her speed.
Alarmed, I chased after her, calling to her. I then noticed she seemed shorter than usual and walked with an unfamiliar limp. My stomach knotted.
I slowed for a moment as she rounded to her bedroom doorway out of sight.
When I walked in seconds later, she was lying down, eyes closed. I shook her and asked her what she was doing. She was puzzled and said she never got up. She sleepily told me to go to bed. I did so, and reluctantly fell back asleep.
A while later, I was awakened by someone poking my back. When I turned, no one was there. I did see, however, a finger-sized indention being made into my comforter.
I spent the rest of the night on my Grandma's floor.
Who Was That?
Houston, Texas
It was a Friday night, around 12:00 a.m. I was at home alone, in my bedroom watching TV. I wasn't really that sleepy, so I decided to stay up and wait for my older brother to come home from a party. It was raining very hard, floods everywhere, so it was really heavy rain.
I heard my front door open and close, footsteps walk into my bathroom, and stuff fall into the sink. I thought to myself that my brother was finally home after I'd been waiting for him for almost an hour.
I kept hearing things in my kitchen and other rooms of our house. I was watching Jenny Jones now, I was into it, so I decided to stay up and wait till the show was over. When it finished (2:00), my brother went to my room and asked me for the cordless phone. I noticed that his clothes were wet and he made wet footprints on our carpet.
After he went into his room, I sat there and thought to myself, “how was it possible for him to still be wet?”
So, I got up and asked him if he had come home and went out again. He said no. I got very scared and I felt chills all over me. I thought to my self, what where those noises?
Then I started to notice the loud thunder and the bright lightning, which made it even harder for me to sleep.
I laid on my bed and watched my fan go round and round, until a blue light flashed in my room and had me color blind for at least 5 seconds. I looked around, and everything was blue.
When I squinted my eyes real hard and reopened them, I found myself staring at the very first ghost I'd ever seen.
It was a young woman around the age of 26 or 27, wearing a white flowered dress and holding a book in her left hand. In her right hand she held a little girl's hand. The little girl was wearing the exact dress as the lady was.
After that all I remember was that she looked at me and walked out of my window.
A Little Boy
Laredo, Texas
Since I can remember I have always had this ability. I never knew what it was and until now I tended to ignore it. When I was growing up, I would see things and hear things that other people couldn't.
I still see and hear things, but now I'm a mother of a two year old and a one year old, so I try for none of that to affect me in any way... until I noticed my son was talking.
I was on the couch around 1 in the morning and was falling asleep. So I decided to call it a night. I always turn on the lights in my room before I can turn off the lights in he living room, since my room is right next to the living room.
I always put my 1 year old in his playpen, and since my oldest was still up I figured he would follow. I was wrong. Out of nowhere I heard a little boy laugh. I thought it must have been my 2 year old playing with the cat, so I didn't think much of it.
I walked back into the living room and I noticed there was a shadow of a little boy sitting next to my son. I did a double take look and in that split second he was gone. I asked my son who that was and he just looked at me and smiled.
I mentioned this to my sister who happens to live with me, and I asked her if she has ever seen that little boy. She said no, and I was kind of like, ok I guess it was just in my mind.
A week passed by until I noticed my son was playing with that same boy that I saw the first time. I told the little boy that he needs to move on, and that this is not his world and that he needed to cross over. For some odd reason I thought this was going to work.
The little boy vanished and I was kind of in shock that he actually left. Or so I thought.
A couple of days later my brother in law woke up in the wee hours of the night to use the restroom. The next day my sister told me that as her hubby was heading to the restroom, he saw the little boy standing in the middle of the kitchen. Thinking that it was my son, he didn't think much of it until he came out of the restroom expecting to see my son standing there, only he didn't see anybody.
He freaked out and so did my sis. My sister and I talked about this little kid that we both saw and we started to describe him to each other. Turns out that he looks like 5 or 6 years old, with dark hair, and that she has seen that same boy back when I was living at my apartment.
So I'm wondering who is this boy that plays with my son and has been following my family. Scary part is that I feel him when he is close to my kids, but I just can't help but want to find out who this little boy is. And now he appears more often and at all hours of the day.
How freaky it is to have a little boy who doesn't belong in this world.
Grandma's watching
Lewisville, Texas
My story begins when I was a little boy. My mother and I lived with my grandparents. Well my grandmother became very sick with cancer and had been in and out of the hospital for about a year or so. When it was getting close to the end she wanted to go home. The doctors sent her home and within an hour she had passed away with all her family around her (one thing I need to tell you is that my grandmother was only 36 years old). My mother grabbed me and we ran out of that house as fast as she could run.
Me being so young not really knowing what was happening. We stayed with friends for a couple of nights before returning to my grandparents' house. What happened next would change my life forever!
That night I slept in the room with my mother. We were awakened by a noise in the hall and it was getting close. Then all of a sudden the door opened and there she was standing there in white, floating about two inches above the ground. She was looking right at us. Our eyes fixed on hers and she softly said everything is going to be ok, then f
aded away.
With my mother in tears, she turned and hugged me as tightly as she could. My mother only had a few years to get to know her mother. She needed closure. This was the first but not the last time my grandmother visited me. I will tell more stories later. And by the way, she died on January 13. It was a Friday.
In The Fog
Dallas, Texas
If you read my first story, then you know I moved into an old house, but it was new to us. Strange things continue to occur, and my sister continues to make up crap that only happens to her.
It was late and my friend's mom was driving me home from cheer practice that ran a little late that night. It was foggy and humid, a horrible, yucky-feel night. My friend, Olivia, was in the backseat next to me when she pointed out a figure in my driveway.
It was slumped over and limping towards the front door. I thought maybe it was my brother. I don't know. I wanted to make sense of this. The only reason you could see it was because of the motion sensor lights outside my house. We pulled into my driveway in time to see this thing dissolve into the door. “What the...?!” is all that ran through my mind.
I invited Olivia and her mom in for a while, but Olivia's mom refused my offer and said it was late and she should start on dinner. By the tone of her voice, I could tell that wasn't the reason she wasn't willing to stay. I talked to Olivia though, outside on the porch for about 2 or 3 minutes. I was begging her to stay the night, that I didn't have a good feeling of staying alone in my room tonight. She shook her head, and said something wasn't right, that she couldn't stay. I begged her again, only to get the same answer. She told me she'd text me later, and practically ran off my porch and into the passenger seat of her car.
I waved goodbye knowing tonight would be a long night. I just remembered, I had forgotten my bag in Olivia's car, which contained my house keys...and my cell phone. I guessed I wouldn't be talking to Olivia tonight, or anybody else for that matter. I knocked on the door quickly, not wanting to stay outside alone another second! My sister, Savannah, opened the door and pointed out that I was late. Just then, a voice I will never forget had said something I would also never forget. "Let me out!" It was a voice that didn't have a gender decided tone. I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, a man or a woman, a child or an adult. I jumped at the sound and blew it off as the wind, since the voice was faint and light and I didn't want to deal with anything paranormal that night.
I hurried to finish my shower because I did not feel safe alone that night. Before I could even get shampoo into my hair, Savannah screamed.
“Oh no, not again,” I thought. She did this often, but I turned off the water, threw on my towel, and ran to where I heard the scream. No one was there. Savannah wasn't even in the house.
I saw a note on the table that had stated how she was out with her boyfriend Colt.
What?! She left me here in this death trap we call home, alone? My mom and dad were working overtime so we could move.
I re-read the last line over again, "Call in emergency. Any emergency." That meant she was expecting a paranormal experience tonight, and she left me! So, naturally I called her, begging her to come home as quickly as possible!
I changed into my pajamas and curled up in a ball under my covers waiting for Savannah to return home.
Where's my brother? You may wonder. His was at his buddy’s house.
"Jenna," the voice spoke my name.
My head popped up and I began to shiver. A gust of cold air had blown through my room.
"Leave me alone, please!" I begged of the spirit. "Please, just go away! Please!" I was crying now.
"Jenna," it said again.
The next thing I remember, Jeremy, my brother woke me. I was lying on the floor in the basement outside his bedroom door. How did I get there? I have no idea. But I believe that thing we saw in the fog had something to do with it.
Want to Know Who He Is
Klein, Texas
I first started seeing just glimpses of something. Then one night while I was in my room getting ready for bed, he walked by my door and looked at me. Of course I freaked out, thinking that someone had gotten into my home. My husband was at work but on his way home so I called him on his cell phone (frantic). He told me to calm down and get my gun! I checked the house and there was no one here.
My husband arrived home and checked the house himself, being that he is a police officer. I finally calmed down and went to sleep after taking a muscle relaxer (I was that terrified).
I started to see him more often after this incident. He would be standing off beside me, or would pass through the room I was in. I had been told by several people not to communicate with him, because it could be evil. In spite of their advice I felt it appropriate to say something. I sat on my bed with a cover around me shivering with fear as I started my conversation. I asked him he was here, and if there was something I could do to help him. I asked him to never touch my children or me! I waited for a reply terrified of what would happen.
About the time I was ready to think he could not communicate with me, my computer came on with the word "HELLO" bouncing around! My computer was in sleep mode and would never come on unless I restart it or take it out of sleep mode. I was about ten feet away from it at the time.
My husband and I decided we would not tell my children. But to my surprise, one of my children had been experiencing the same thing I was, but was afraid to tell anyone. I think he thought I would think he was crazy, because I thought the same thing.
Since then, it has made it’s presence known to everyone except my husband, but then again, my husband is never home.
He works all day and an extra job until midnight every night during the week. My dog even sees him: Patches watches someone walk around our home. I see him raise his head and move it as whatever he is watching moves from one side of the room to the other.
He even picks at the kids - when they are doing their homework he pushes their pencils off the table (they don't roll they get pushed without rolling, almost like sliding).
I've taken my house shoes off when getting in my bed and in the morning they will be turned around so I can just slip my feet right into them. I have a big stand-up mirror in my bathroom where I pluck my eyebrows... one night I was doing this and he tilted the mirror so I couldn't see. The mirror is hard to tilt. I keep it tight so it won't wiggle around. I'm not afraid, and my children say they are not afraid either but we are very curious...
Guardian Angel?
San Antonio, Texas
This happened in the year 1961, my oldest son Daniel was only about 1 year old. My wife and I had only been married a little over a year and I was working the second shift, my wife and my son Daniel were at home by themselves.
The time was about 2:00 a.m. I received a telephone call at work for me to go home as soon as possible, my wife's voice was shaking and she was scared. When I got home I sat down with her and she began to tell me what had happened that night.
The night was hot and humid and I had purchased a small air conditioning floor unit and placed it in the bedroom; my wife told me that she was fast asleep and the baby was lying next to her on the bed.
For some unknown reason, she awoke and saw my son standing next to the a/c unit like trying to hide behind it. My wife told him to please come to bed and lay next to her and as she started to pat his side of the bed, she realized he was there already. She turned and looked at the a/c unit and still saw my son there. The apparition started to disappear from the feet up until he totally vanished.
After my wife got over her shock of seeing two babies is when she called me at work. To this day I think about her experience and wonder if that other baby was his guardian angel or what?
Haunted Dream?
Beaumont, Texas
Okay so for about two weeks now I've been dreaming about this baby. It looks pale and dead and something tells me it's an unborn older sibling.
It scares me to death because its eyes are pure red and i
t walks around in my dreams.
I always wake up hearing things moving around my room and I'm sweating and crying. Then I hear a baby crying. It's been happening every couple of nights, always at 3 o'clock.
This was freaking me out! I asked my mom if I had an older sibling that died as a baby, but she gave me a weird look and it took her a while to say no and she kind of looked upset. I think she knows something about this dead baby that's haunting me.
If anyone has any similar experiences and knows what's happening please comment.
Jorgie's Guardian Angel
McAllen, Texas
One day I went to my cousin Erica's house and was talking about paranormal shows on TV. Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures, etc. And my cousin Erica said, "Jorgie (her 4 year old son) saw a ghost." I said, "Really, no fair. What happened?"
To give you a heads up, I barely see my cousins at all, so she didn't tell me this until like three weeks later.
This is how Erica explained it to me:
Three weeks ago, Jorgie's paternal grandpa died. When Jorgie was at his house with his dad, Jorgie's dad said Grandpa wasn't eating, and was sleeping a lot lately. And on that day, he wasn't moving at all.
It looked like he was sleeping, but he slept all day. They wanted to take him to the doctors to see what was wrong. But, when they moved him he didn't wake up. They called 911, and the ambulance came, took him to the hospital and later on they pronounced him dead. He and Jorgie were so close.
