I have absolutely nothing to do today, the family has left on another venture without my handicap sister and I...Might as well right a short blog.
I wanted to share some...Ghostly encounters i've had in the past as a child, now rather you believe in the super natural, ghost, spirits, whatever you may have it. These encounters where truly spin breaking. Events in my life i won't forget because of the fear that was shot threw my body...
FIRST ENCOUNTER- The man with a hat
As a child I was often found at my cousins house playing the latest game or bickering at who got to play first player and who played second. My dear cousin would often tell me about tall man with a hat that would appear at the entrance of his room, even as a child this got me to think of what a ghost or the dead may be, or where they may be, Why they came to visit, and what their purpose was. But being only seven years old I paid little attention and withdrew back to the card game we had loved and played so much.
My dear cousin's family was loaded with money, every year they went on vacation to Las Vegas, and every two years they would be packing up for Montana. They where headed off to see my Aunt who lived in Montana for two weeks, and for two weeks my grandmother and I had to house sit. That meant being there for the full two weeks. And so we did, I got to sleep in my cousins room and was free to play any game I pleased to. Well the fun lasted the first day, I couldn't handle the night. The very thought of being alone in that room made my eyes open with no urge to fall back asleep. I tossed and turned, added pillows, deducted pillows in an attempt to change my sleeping position. Nothing seemed to work, I figured it was just me adjusting to the idea of sleeping in my cousins house without them there with me.
The next day I woke up to a sleepless feeling. I tried to shake off the feeling and continue my day without feeling the urge to have to go back to the room and sleep, but of course my body got the best of me...I found myself sleeping on the family sofa along side with my sickly grandmother. At that time her, herself would often fall asleep to the noise of the price is right. When I woke up from my nap it was already the afternoon, I felt fully rested and I knew that the night was going to be hell, the smell of home made french fries and pattie burgers stole my attention for a while, I was able to not think of what will soon become of my night.
The night soon fallowed, the sun vanished..I stood up as long as I could, trying to conversate with my grandmother to keep her from wanting to go to bed in the other room. But that failed, she would fall asleep the same time every day, and that time had soon crept. So I was forced to sleep in that room that made me feel so sickly. There I laid the second night, eyes wide open. My mind would shoot for the slightest noise and movement, afraid? No...Alert and prepared. The block my cousin had lived on wasn't terrible, but hell the city is. Crime after crime, people don't seem to listen do they?
I couldn't sleep, i felt uneasy. I turned on the TV hoping to find something worth watching, only thing that got my attention was a cooking channel that was oddly on at the time of night. I soon grew tired enough to turn the TV off and fall asleep. The next week was silent, few cracks here and there. There was one night that scared me. A man with a low laugh was laughing at what seemed to come from the hallway, my grandmother had came in asking if I was laughing or if I was watching anything, as soon as I said no she moved her stuff to the room I was in and fell asleep on the second bed.
The last night we stood there was very tense, both my grandmother and I wanted to leave. The day only seemed to drag, every glance at the clock felt like the arm didn't move...
Until night had fallen, my grandmother grew the courage to sleep in the other room. She had asked if I had wanted her to stay with me, stupidly I said No in an effort to not bother her. My eyes felt heavy my mind was nearly shut and I couldn't sleep...When I shut my eyes i would feel the sense of some one behind my ready to kill me, so i'd turn to the other side...that same feeling came back. The feeling of someone watching me. As I faced the wall my tired eyes glared into it, trying to figure out the odd dots, creating pictures in my mind to connect to the bumps, I was terrified to turn around and face whatever was staring at me. It was a hot night, the fan was on and i felt the cold air brushing my neck, but then oddly I felt warm air, at this time I was stun in fear, I slowly turned my whole body to the other side and was face to face with a jelly like man, he had a hat, and his face was very ugly. He was see threw, his eyes black and grin seemingly evil. I shut my eyes and rolled off the other side of the bed, getting stuck between the bed and wall, when I looked back up in a hurry the face was gone, his grin gone. But that face i'll never forget.
SECOND ENCOUNTER- The children and the drowning mother.
When I was the age of fourteen I moved from my grandmothers house and the hell they called a city and into my mothers house. They lived on top of a storage store, it was an onsite store. When I first arrived I shared the living room couch with the family dog. Until my mother was able to give me a bed, I slept there. Time to time i'd hear the laughter of two children playing outside, I often thought it was my two little siblings but when I'd look outside they seem to have gone to another part of the site and I wouldn't hear their laughter. As time went I grew to like the tiny cozy apartment. One day my Grandmother comes to visit, her and my own mother left to get food for that nights dinner, I insisted on staying home to catch up on cleaning, homework, and other things I had to do.
As they left I felt it was perfect time to silently do my homework, with the kids out of the house and them out, I found quiet. Along side with my orange and white doggy I smashed my books back into my bag. Tossing it onto my bed I heard a beep, That beep often indicated that someone was coming upstairs. I figured my mother was back from the store, but when I looked down the rail there was no one there. "Might have been the air from the AC?" I thought aloud while glancing at my dog, he sneezed and walked away to the kitchen looking at the food I was preparing...
As I finished up my lunch I simply had nothing to do, an hour past, fallowed by two..then three. I looked at my phone to see I had missed a text, it said
"You'r little brother and sister are with us, so is dad and grandma. Going to the casino!"
Yes, they leaving my like this a lot. I shrugged and tossed my phone aside, gotta admit I was irritated that I wasn't invited, could they have at least pretended to want me there? After an hour or so my dog had the urge to pee, I walked down stairs and opened the garage door to let him do what he had to do. As I waited I heard laughter again, I thought they where back from their trip, when I opened the back door and poked my head out, there wasn't anyone there. Could have sworn they where there! the laughter was so clear.
Going back in I was sure to lock the doors and bring my dog back up with me. I sat down trying to figure out what on earth was the laughter, and where it came from. These children had such a clear laughter....I thought nothing of it after a while and got to doing the dishes before my mother came home. As soon as I touched the water I heard an older women gasp for air as if she was rising from the water, I quickly turned the water off to listen, Nothing. When I turned it on again and touched the water she gasped. Afraid, I quickly finished and turned on all the lights. I had the dream catcher my grandfather made me before he passed away in hand, in my culture dream catchers are meant to catch evil spirits that mean you harm of fear. As I sat there waiting for the family to return I found myself oddly feeling sleepy. I woke up the next morning in my day cloths with the dream catcher in hand and my dog at my side.
I thought nothing of it, it never came back, the gasping and the laughter. It soon slipped my mind after a day. It was brought up when my older brother had claimed to hear children laughing often on site when he is alone at the house. The owner of the site (the property owner) had told us that there use to be a farm on that land, there was a husband, wife, and two small kids, one was a boy and the other was a girl. The Father had killed his family, drowned his wife and as his kids played inside he locked them in burning the house to the ground. He later hung himself on a near by tree. I'v always wanted to know why they stood behind, the women may still be fighting her husbands grip in an attempt to save her children. The Children where young, they have no clue they are dead.
My grandmother and mother have had much more encounters then I have. Have you encountered anything worth sharing?
-Hunter
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