When I was about 8 years old, my Mama Kika (my Grandmas nickname) had died from a heart attack (R.I.P). Well, my ghost story is just weird, but it was worth it to me. Right now I am 15... but I still remember my grandmas face when I saw her one last time after she had died.
I came from school one day before spring was beginning in the year 2003. I went into my dads room to watch sum T.V. I've been in his room technically the WHOLE day.
I got bored of watching television so I went back and forth around my house. I was looking for some movies or video games (I know I'm a girl, but I loved playing video games). Well, I didn't find anything so I just gave up.
My dad came home from work around 5:00 p.m that afternoon. He went back out the house to go mow the lawn. Then that's when I had the hairs on my back stand up!
I thought it was all in my head until I heard some slippers sliding on the ground. I was thinking that my brother was playing around so I called out his name, "Christian!" I got no answer, then the door from the house opened and my brother came in. He was asking why I was calling him. I told him what I was hearing and just told me that I was crazy (we were kids so of course people would think we would be crazy).
I got mad and went to my dads room. I found some movies to watch.
After I have finished some of the movies, I got bored and started to dress up and put some makeup on to take pictures (I still sometimes do that).
Once I got my stuff to put on, I hear the slippers again. This time I thought it was my dad, but it turned out it really wasn't. I got scared and just sat on his bed under the blankets.
I sat up again, this time with the blankets off of my face. Then I stared at myself in the mirror thinking to myself, "Am I really going crazy"? I just sat there for about half an hour or so still staring at myself. Then I looked at the other side of the mirror in fear... it was my grandmas face! I got scared and started crying with the hairs on my neck standing.
I almost fell off the bed until I felt something push me firmly back onto bed.
At about 10:00 p.m, my mother came home and saw that my eyes were red and puffy. She asked me if I've been crying. I explained to her about how I heard the noise of slippers as if they were heading towards me to how I've seen my grandma in the mirror.
My mother then started crying and telling me, "Mija," (which means daughter in Spanish), "your grandma isn't here to scare you baby...she's here to take care of you". Then that's when it hit me. I remember her always taking care of me, playing with me when I was a little kid about 4 or 5 years old. My grandma WAS watching out for me, and to take care of me.
'Til this very day, I sometimes still hear her slippers walking towards me, but that's a sign that I know she's here taking care of me while I'm home alone.
Sent in by Cindy
Friday, June 14, 2013
My Mothers Double Walker
Ever since August 2011 I have noticed that my mother has a "double walker" also known as a Doppelganger. My family had started to think I had a demon following me, or at the most, watching over me. After seeing it the first time I noticed it was in the form of my mother, it had scared me, after the fact that my sister had said it was watching me while I was sleeping, I didn't know what to do. I had called the leader of our Ghost Tracking crew, she had said I needed a blessing, she also thought it was a demon. The last time I had seen it, my sister said it was looking at me from the hallway entrance, I sat up to see it run towards mothers room while she was not home.
Ever since I was 9 I noticed I had a gift to see spirits, reason I knew about mothers double walker. For months I have had objects thrown at me, I have seen shadow figures, mists, and orbs, but I mainly freaked out because of the doppelganger.
Supposedly when a relative sees your doppelganger it means, for the other persons walker, its illness or danger, if you see your own, it means death. For the last month I have not seen it, but I know it is still there, along with a little girl spirit who talks to us when we don't notice, but we hear her.
There is a mother spirit as well, she has yet to be seen, I know why those two spirits have been following us, ever since mother played with a Ouija Board with her friends, and it turning out bad for the spirits knowing she was a non-believer; she got attacked.
I am not scared, I am aware they speak to me, I know they are there, I don't want them to hide when I try to find them, the least that can happen is me encountering mothers Doppelganger again.
I don't want to get blessed yet, I think I am safe, but I truly don't know.
Sent in by Courtney
Ever since I was 9 I noticed I had a gift to see spirits, reason I knew about mothers double walker. For months I have had objects thrown at me, I have seen shadow figures, mists, and orbs, but I mainly freaked out because of the doppelganger.
Supposedly when a relative sees your doppelganger it means, for the other persons walker, its illness or danger, if you see your own, it means death. For the last month I have not seen it, but I know it is still there, along with a little girl spirit who talks to us when we don't notice, but we hear her.
There is a mother spirit as well, she has yet to be seen, I know why those two spirits have been following us, ever since mother played with a Ouija Board with her friends, and it turning out bad for the spirits knowing she was a non-believer; she got attacked.
I am not scared, I am aware they speak to me, I know they are there, I don't want them to hide when I try to find them, the least that can happen is me encountering mothers Doppelganger again.
I don't want to get blessed yet, I think I am safe, but I truly don't know.
Sent in by Courtney
Thursday, June 13, 2013
My Paranormal Experience In Olive Hurst California
I am 23 years old. I grew up in Olive Hurst, California. I still reside here. Even as a kid I had wished I could see something paranormal. It wasn't til I was 17 years old when I saw my first sign that paranormal activity existed.
I was driving down the road late one night, a field where I hunted growing up on one side and a few run down vacant homes on the other. I was driving around just because I could when a young child ran out in front of my car. As I came to a sliding halt I hit the child, its hands hit the hood and went under the car.
I jumped out of my car crying just knowing I killed someone but to my surprise there was no one around or under my car. In a panic I backed up just to make sure no one was. There was no sign of anyone or anything. This young child that I just ran over vanished.
Balling by what had happened I went to a close friend of mines house told him what I experienced. He grabbed his camera and we went back to where the child was and took pictures of the surrounding areas and one picture took had a pinkish red dot on it right where the child had first appeared before I struck him.
I did some research on who lived in the old house. I found out that a young boy in 1989 was killed by a car on that road. Mortified that this spirit was still there and reliving that tragic accident over again I went to the site again and just prayed for a while. I still visit that spot every now and again but no more activity since that night. It's my small passion to try and experience that again hopefully under a better circumstance though.
Wes Donaldson
I was driving down the road late one night, a field where I hunted growing up on one side and a few run down vacant homes on the other. I was driving around just because I could when a young child ran out in front of my car. As I came to a sliding halt I hit the child, its hands hit the hood and went under the car.
I jumped out of my car crying just knowing I killed someone but to my surprise there was no one around or under my car. In a panic I backed up just to make sure no one was. There was no sign of anyone or anything. This young child that I just ran over vanished.
Balling by what had happened I went to a close friend of mines house told him what I experienced. He grabbed his camera and we went back to where the child was and took pictures of the surrounding areas and one picture took had a pinkish red dot on it right where the child had first appeared before I struck him.
I did some research on who lived in the old house. I found out that a young boy in 1989 was killed by a car on that road. Mortified that this spirit was still there and reliving that tragic accident over again I went to the site again and just prayed for a while. I still visit that spot every now and again but no more activity since that night. It's my small passion to try and experience that again hopefully under a better circumstance though.
Wes Donaldson
Knocking Sounds And Rice That Turned Red
Something is going on around us
This story happened, when i was in 6th standard. I am from middle class family and we were staying in a rented house. We moved to a new rented house. The first day it was normal but things went wrong from the second day night. We heard some one knocking at the door but when my dad opened it he saw no one there. On that night three times, we heard that knocking sound. We thought some kids were playing with us but in the morning when my mom saw the rice kept in the fridge we all are in shock... rice color turned red. It continued for some more days. We did some puja and all. Everything was reduced for some time...
One day I was fell on the ground and I was bleeding. My mom brought me inside the house. Windows started knocking by itself... after that everyday I use to get injured and blood use to flow. It was continued for next three days.
After that we went to native for some function. In our native, we believe in god coming to human body. When we asked that man, he told us to leave the house. My dad asked for the reason. He said one pregnant lady committed suicide there and she wont allow anyone to stay there. We left that house in a hurry and my dad inquired about the house and that was true. One pregnant woman had committed suicide there and before us three families stayed there and no one left that house alive.
Sent in by chethan
This story happened, when i was in 6th standard. I am from middle class family and we were staying in a rented house. We moved to a new rented house. The first day it was normal but things went wrong from the second day night. We heard some one knocking at the door but when my dad opened it he saw no one there. On that night three times, we heard that knocking sound. We thought some kids were playing with us but in the morning when my mom saw the rice kept in the fridge we all are in shock... rice color turned red. It continued for some more days. We did some puja and all. Everything was reduced for some time...
One day I was fell on the ground and I was bleeding. My mom brought me inside the house. Windows started knocking by itself... after that everyday I use to get injured and blood use to flow. It was continued for next three days.
After that we went to native for some function. In our native, we believe in god coming to human body. When we asked that man, he told us to leave the house. My dad asked for the reason. He said one pregnant lady committed suicide there and she wont allow anyone to stay there. We left that house in a hurry and my dad inquired about the house and that was true. One pregnant woman had committed suicide there and before us three families stayed there and no one left that house alive.
Sent in by chethan
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