Post by godsmackgrl13 on Feb 18, 2006 3:42:29 GMT
This is going to sound strange, and if I didn't experience this stuff myself, I wouldn't believe it.
When I was 8, my mother moved us into an old house, I believe over 100 years old out in the middle of the country in Nebraska. My room was located upstairs in part of the original building (a kitchen and porch had been added on in later years, about 50 years before we moved in.) Inside my room, there was a small, covered rectangular hole, which leads to the attic. My bed was placed right underneath this hole. Inside my closet, there is a small door, barely big enough to fit through, which didn't really lead to an attic, but gave you access to the insulation and wires and stuff. Now that discriptions are over, on with the story.
The first night in my room, I heard what sounded like footsteps walking in circles in the attic. Sounded like it came from the east end of my room. This would happen at least 3 times a week for years. I was always so scared, that I would sleep downstairs on the couch.
When I was around 13, I finally got a bit braver. One night, when the footsteps started, I yelled, "Could you be quiet?! I'm trying to sleep! I don't need you walking around right above my head!"
I instantly regretted it. The footsteps stopped for a split second, then I heard them running to right above my bed to where the hole in the ceiling was that I talked about earlier. I heard the cover scrape off the opening. I threw my blankets off me and ran for the door. I thundered down the stairs and I could actually HEAR his footsteps right behind me! I ran into my mother's room, crying.
That didn't stop me for long, only a few weeks later, it was about 3 am on a Saturday and the footsteps started. This time my friend, April, was with me. She looked at me and I dared her to stick her head up there and see what was up there. She, of course, refused, so I bravely decided to do it. lol. Trying to feel brave, I slid the cover away from the hole. I remember my hands shaking real bad and tears streaming down my face, because I HAD to do it. I COULDN'T lose face in front of my friend. I stuck my head up there, but it was to dark. I asked my friend for the flashlight on my bedstand. I shone the light up there. The footsteps stopped. I shone the light into the east part of the attic, where the footsteps come from. There was a man kneeling in the corner! He had his head hung down. Suddenly, he looked up at me. I was so terrified that I couldn't move. He raised his hand and waved at me! Oh, I'm trembling just typing this. He started to get on his feet, when I screamed and retreated back into my room. lol. I remember my mother frowning at me and my active imagination. She finally had the hole nailed shut so that I couldn't get up there anymore. That only stopped him for a while.
When I was 18, only a week away from running off to the army, he came back. Maybe he was sad that I was leaving. Well, I woke up one night, and I felt someone was in bed with me. A pair of arms wrapped around me and squeezed me tight. I couldn't breath, I was so scared. I grabbed my flashlight and shone it around. Nothing, except for the closet door. It was hanging open and the little door inside was open also. I didn't sleep in that room for the rest of my time home. A few days later, I was off to the Army. That didn't stop my little ghost though.
All through out basic, strange things happened. More than one of my bunkmates said that they had seen the shape of a man standing over my bunk. One even screamed for the drill sergeant one night, because her bunk was right under mine and all she saw, was a pair of legs right by her head. The drills thought she was dreaming. I knew better.
I have been out of basic for almost two years now, and I have lived in many different barracks. I have gotten quite used to my little ghost friend. He never speaks to me, but I catch glimpses of him and he has touched me more times than I can count. I really wish I knew his name. The only clue is a dream I had. I can't remember the dream, but I woke up saying "Shawn." Also when I woke up, my ghost friend was standing at the foot of my bed, and disappeared as soon as I set eyes on him.
I think the wierdest part of this relationship, is that I have almost never seen his face. He is almost always in a shadow. There have only been 3 times I have seen him in detail. Each time had been during a real intense encounter. When he was only standing just inches away from me, or once, was actually grabbing my arm.
That was one of the more scary times with him. He seems to be very jealous. I had just gotten engaged, (This was only months ago, I was engaged early December of 2005.) After my fiance had gone to bed, I was taking a shower. As I was leaving the bathroom, my friend had grabbed my arm by the crook of the elbow. I whirled around and his face was just inches from mine. He looked sad, but smiled at me. My heart was thumping so hard. He disappeared and I went to bed. I never did tell my fiance. I'm afraid he might get scared off. lol. One thing's for certain. Anybody who spends a life with me, will be spending a life with my friend also.
I told you it was hard to believe.
When I was 8, my mother moved us into an old house, I believe over 100 years old out in the middle of the country in Nebraska. My room was located upstairs in part of the original building (a kitchen and porch had been added on in later years, about 50 years before we moved in.) Inside my room, there was a small, covered rectangular hole, which leads to the attic. My bed was placed right underneath this hole. Inside my closet, there is a small door, barely big enough to fit through, which didn't really lead to an attic, but gave you access to the insulation and wires and stuff. Now that discriptions are over, on with the story.
The first night in my room, I heard what sounded like footsteps walking in circles in the attic. Sounded like it came from the east end of my room. This would happen at least 3 times a week for years. I was always so scared, that I would sleep downstairs on the couch.
When I was around 13, I finally got a bit braver. One night, when the footsteps started, I yelled, "Could you be quiet?! I'm trying to sleep! I don't need you walking around right above my head!"
I instantly regretted it. The footsteps stopped for a split second, then I heard them running to right above my bed to where the hole in the ceiling was that I talked about earlier. I heard the cover scrape off the opening. I threw my blankets off me and ran for the door. I thundered down the stairs and I could actually HEAR his footsteps right behind me! I ran into my mother's room, crying.
That didn't stop me for long, only a few weeks later, it was about 3 am on a Saturday and the footsteps started. This time my friend, April, was with me. She looked at me and I dared her to stick her head up there and see what was up there. She, of course, refused, so I bravely decided to do it. lol. Trying to feel brave, I slid the cover away from the hole. I remember my hands shaking real bad and tears streaming down my face, because I HAD to do it. I COULDN'T lose face in front of my friend. I stuck my head up there, but it was to dark. I asked my friend for the flashlight on my bedstand. I shone the light up there. The footsteps stopped. I shone the light into the east part of the attic, where the footsteps come from. There was a man kneeling in the corner! He had his head hung down. Suddenly, he looked up at me. I was so terrified that I couldn't move. He raised his hand and waved at me! Oh, I'm trembling just typing this. He started to get on his feet, when I screamed and retreated back into my room. lol. I remember my mother frowning at me and my active imagination. She finally had the hole nailed shut so that I couldn't get up there anymore. That only stopped him for a while.
When I was 18, only a week away from running off to the army, he came back. Maybe he was sad that I was leaving. Well, I woke up one night, and I felt someone was in bed with me. A pair of arms wrapped around me and squeezed me tight. I couldn't breath, I was so scared. I grabbed my flashlight and shone it around. Nothing, except for the closet door. It was hanging open and the little door inside was open also. I didn't sleep in that room for the rest of my time home. A few days later, I was off to the Army. That didn't stop my little ghost though.
All through out basic, strange things happened. More than one of my bunkmates said that they had seen the shape of a man standing over my bunk. One even screamed for the drill sergeant one night, because her bunk was right under mine and all she saw, was a pair of legs right by her head. The drills thought she was dreaming. I knew better.
I have been out of basic for almost two years now, and I have lived in many different barracks. I have gotten quite used to my little ghost friend. He never speaks to me, but I catch glimpses of him and he has touched me more times than I can count. I really wish I knew his name. The only clue is a dream I had. I can't remember the dream, but I woke up saying "Shawn." Also when I woke up, my ghost friend was standing at the foot of my bed, and disappeared as soon as I set eyes on him.
I think the wierdest part of this relationship, is that I have almost never seen his face. He is almost always in a shadow. There have only been 3 times I have seen him in detail. Each time had been during a real intense encounter. When he was only standing just inches away from me, or once, was actually grabbing my arm.
That was one of the more scary times with him. He seems to be very jealous. I had just gotten engaged, (This was only months ago, I was engaged early December of 2005.) After my fiance had gone to bed, I was taking a shower. As I was leaving the bathroom, my friend had grabbed my arm by the crook of the elbow. I whirled around and his face was just inches from mine. He looked sad, but smiled at me. My heart was thumping so hard. He disappeared and I went to bed. I never did tell my fiance. I'm afraid he might get scared off. lol. One thing's for certain. Anybody who spends a life with me, will be spending a life with my friend also.
I told you it was hard to believe.
