Sent: Saturday, December 31, 2011 12:34:25 AM
Subject: My ghost stories
When I was about 11 years old my mom and I moved in to a new/used house. From the moment we moved in I had a weird feeling in there. I felt like I was being watched by something or someone. I refused to go in the basement and if I HAD to go down there I would run as if my life depended on it. My bedroom was the attic that the original owners had turned into a bed room. The door would always open and close on its own. My cat would chase something up and down the stairs all the time.
One day I came home from school and was home alone, I was standing in the bathroom looking the full length mirror on the bathroom door when out of the corner of my eye I see someone walk by me. It was a small boy maybe 10 at the oldest, he was all white including his hair and his clothing looked to be like an old war uniform. He had on a blue jacket and white pants that stopped just below the knee. He walked past me and into our TV room. I stopped and peeked around the corner and no one was there. I was totally freaked out and I ran next door to my friend's house and stayed there till my mom came home.
Years later I told my mom about my experience. Come to find out, she had an experience herself but didn't want to scare me so never told me before. She told me that whenever I was not at home and she would be sitting on the couch watching TV, someone would come up behind her and pull her hair. They would pull so hard that it would jerk her head back.
We never did get to research and find out how the boy was but after talking to our neighbors we found out that the 4 houses, 2 on one side of the street and 2 on the other, each had 1 ghost. It was like it was a family. We had the boy, my next door neighbor had a cat, across the street from them had a woman and across from us was a man.
My next story; I was about 19 years old. My husband and I just moved in to our first apartment. I again had the feeling of being watched but I tried to ignore it. We had so many issues in that apartment. For one, the heater and air conditioner never worked right. It would never stay the temp it was set at. Maintenance would constantly come to look at it and never found anything wrong. We always heard noises, and things being moved from where we put them to somewhere totally different. We heard rumors that the complex was actually built on an old Indian burial ground. I don't know if that was true or not though.
When I got to know one of my neighbors I told her about the things that I have been hearing and things that had been happening. She didn't seem surprised at all. She told me that in the year she had lived next door she had seen numerous people move in and out. She said that most would stay about 3 months and then move out with no warning. She told me that we had lasted longer than anyone.
One night my husband and I were in bed talking and just about to go to sleep when we heard a noise. It sounded like someone running a plastic spatula up and down the metal spindles going up our stairs. My husband jumped up and grabbed his switch blade and went to check it out. I slowly followed him down the stairs. We turn the corner into the living room. I flip the light on and on the far wall, a long mirror I had hanging there, was swinging on one nail back and forth which was making the sound. I go over to it and grab the mirror and look at the wall, thinking that one of the nails came lose and it fell. That was not the case. The nail was still sturdy in the wall with no sign of it being bent or anything.
Now the hooks on the back of the mirror are made to where when you take it off the wall, you have to lift up and then pull out. So it seemed that someone, or something, lifted the mirror on the one side, pulled it out and then dropped it to make it swing. We were so freaked out that I took the mirror completely off the wall and we ran back up stairs and sat in bed awake for the rest of the night.
The next morning we go back down stairs to yet another surprise. A few of my husband's action figures that were on a book shelf were on the floor about 4 feet away from the book shelf. I put them back on the shelf and then shook the book shelf to see if I could make them fall; all that happened was they fell over onto the shelf not the floor.
Next I went to my neighbors on each side and asked if I could slam their doors and bang on their walls, to see if I could recreate anything. Again, nothing happened the same. The next thing I did was, I sat the action figures back up in their exact spots and I put my hand behind one of them and swatted it off of the shelf and it flew off and landed in the same spot on the floor that I had found it in. So something had obviously hit them off the shelf.
The final straw was a few months later I was home alone putting together an entertainment center. My cat was going nuts running up and down the stairs nonstop. Finally something catches my eye as she is running back down the stairs. I look up and I see the full figure of a woman flying down my stairs; she was all white in a white flowing dress and white hair. I was terrified. I called my mother-in-law to tell her I was coming over and I stayed at her house until my husband got off work. We found a house to buy, broke our lease at the apartment and never looked back.
A few weeks ago we drove by our old apartment and the whole complex had been torn down and is now gone.
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Thanks, Jessica R.