Ghost Stories - I Want To Hear Your Best!

Back in the 90's I was attending high school. My mother had purchased a home close to my school so I didn't need to take the bus.

Grandma and I moved in with her and each of us had our own room. It was a long, single story, hacienda style home. Enough space for all of us, plus seven cats and three dogs, to comfortably live in.

It was the newest built of all the houses in the area. Most were from the 1950's. It was built on an empty lot at the end of a dead end street.

After many months, we had all settled in. At that time I was struggling with classes and my teen angst had me curious for an edgy lifestyle. Think voodoo masks, dark music, and skull decore. I would stay up late listening to Metallica, Type O Negative, or Cradle of filth while smoking cigarettes in my room (my family didn't know).

One night I decided to blow out my candles early, after writing some very dark poetry, and called it a night. Crawling into bed I turned my lamp off and stared across the room into the darkness. After a while my eyes adjusted to the night. I could see the shape of my furniture. I tried rolling over...but that's when I felt it.

It was a sudden sinking and urgent dread. Like I was being watched by something and my life was at risk. My eyes drifted over to the corner of my room where the door met the wall. An extremely tall and humanoid shape had outlined in that corner. It was as dark and solid as my dresser and it's head nearly touched the ceiling.

It didn't move and my thoughts raced as to what the *kitten* I should do. It was blocking the door and my instinct told me to bolt but my body was stiff from shock. What if it attacks? I thought. I felt frozen in time and terror. I was so paralyzed with fear I didn't scream. There was no noise but only the racing heartbeat in my ears. It just stood there watching me. After a moment I threw my cover over my head and waited. Silence.

I knew it was still there. I thought if I pretended to go to bed it would leave me alone. I laid there without moving the entire night. I must have fallen asleep around dawn because that morning was the absolute last time I ever slept in that room. I reported everything I saw and felt to my mother. She was very religious and agreed and let me sleep on the couch in her room. She too later admitted to seeing things in that home also. She didn't want to tell me as to not make me upset. We only stayed two years there and happily moved into a condo that was previously occupied by a catholic bishop. After that move I felt a lift from my shoulders. Looking back I do believe something was off about that house.

I moved into a house I was told was haunted. (I had little choice in the matter, long story.) It was in a town labelled "The Most Haunted Town In America". I was told to talk to the "spirit" to avoid trouble. When I moved in, I spoke out loud as I was unpacking. Things like "It's a beautiful house, I won't mess it up...I'm only here for a short while...please don't scare my dog, she won't chew anything up...Please, don't ever show yourself to me..." stuff like that. I lived alone in this fully furnished, three story house built after the civil war. I heard footsteps constantly. I was watching TV at night in the living room, my dog asleep on the couch next to me. I heard footsteps come down the grand staircase and stop at the front door which was out of my view. My dog heard it too, got down and walked to the front door and looked. Then she came back and laid down. Another instance, she woke up from the couch, walked purposefully into the other room. Then I saw her ball come bouncing into view, her chasing after it shortly. Dog woke from a dead sleep to start playing...not normal for her. Another time I was using the half bathroom under the main staircase. I heard footsteps down the stairs, and the front door open and close. I was alone. Never saw anything though. Seemed to be a pretty cool ghost. lol

There was this one time when people believed in ghosts, it was a scary time.

I was driving home one night around midnight when I still lived at home with my mom about 22 years ago. I saw a kid around 8 years old chasing a basketball across the road. I slammed on breaks locking my tires up and sliding to a stop. After I stopped I couldn't see the kid anywhere. I even got out of my truck to look. My heart was beating really fast because I thought I almost hit this kid. I finally got myself together and drove the rest of the way home. I told my mom about it the next day and described the location. She said that's about the spot where a little boy got ran over about a year before.