The Ghost At Edgewater Drive
The story I am about to tell happened about five years ago and I found out about it right after we moved.
One night my dad gets home at about 11 o’clock and goes to turn off the alarm as he walks down the hallway he runs into what looks to be a little girl about my age which at the time was about seven. In the dark he can’t see much so he thinks it’s me and tells her to go back to bed. She just stands there acting as if nothing was said. Now he’s angry. He tells her to go back to bed once more still thinking that its me. Then all of a sudden she runs down the hall and jumps in the closet. My dad walks up opens the door and sees the clothes move looks around and nothing is there. What do you think about that?
Also on a Sunday afternoon my dad is sleeping when he wakes up and out of the corner of his eye he sees the little girl running down the hallway into my room. Creepy right? Well then my dad walks into my rooms and sees her run into the closet. He goes over and sits on the bed and tells her to come out and stop hiding from him. My grandma walks in worried about all the commotion and asks him why he’s yelling and he says Ashlie wont come out of the closet and I told her to take off her Sunday dress so she won’t get it dirty. She replies, ”Ashlie went with her mother and siblings to go shopping a few hours ago.” When I heard that chills ran up my spine.
Those are the events that have happened to my dad. My grandma claims that she has heard someone in the bathroom giggling. I don’t know about you but that freaks me out. I hope you have enjoyed my ghost stories.
Sent in by Ashlie, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
My Ghost Story
My parents, younger sister, Rachel, and I moved into our new house in 2005. I was excited about moving into this new house and it seemed really cool at the time.
Not long after we had moved in, I thought I heard Rachel crying, and went downstairs to find out why. When I got downstairs, I found her on the couch… fast asleep. I didn’t think much about it then. My imagination is usually pretty vivid.
But in August 2006, my parakeet died. I was really upset because she was my best friend. Quite a few times, for the rest of that year, I thought I heard her but thought that It was just the floor creaking, since it’s kinda old.
But then, in January, I woke up around 1:30 am. For some reason, I looked to the wall to the right of my bed. Oddly enough, their was a small, glowing form that seemed to be leaning against the chair I have there. It looked about the size of a 2 year old, even though it was standing. I just laid there, staring at it for about an hour.
Then,to my relief, Rachel started crying next door. I jumped up and ran to her room. Luckily, my mom also woke up, and told me that it was ok and to go back to bed. I made it through the night.Since then, nothing that odd has happened.
Written by Julia Sebock, Copyright 2008
The Ghost Cat
My name is Yvonne, I am 19. Last year a girl came to stay with me for a couple of months, we were good friends. She shared a bed with me and at this time I owned a water bed, very sensitive to movement.
One night I was in my father’s room when I heard some purring and felt like what was a cat, showing the affection with its claws. I smelt it, felt it, and heard it. This went on for several months, my friend, boyfriend, and little brother would inform me about a black cat rubbing up against my legs and sleeping with me on my water bed.
I got to the point where I called him Garfield because he felt fat and was only present on my bed. He was always around me and only me.
One night I called one of my friends who does research on this kind of stuff and he told me it was a “watcher”, an omen. He told me it could be somebody watching me or meaning something bad was going to happen to me. This scared me.
I kicked at the cat, batted at it, and moved, but he was still on my bed. So I just put it off, took on the cat as a thing that will be there for the rest of my life. After awhile, I didn’t feel him anymore. He had left and I was kinda upset. He was like a person or an animal that you were use to being there and just left. Its been almost a year and I still hear him and feel him on occasions.
Sent in by Yvonne< Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Is This An Angel Or A Demon?
In 2006, this happened in my old house, back in New York. I was sleeping in my bed, it was probably about 2:00 in the morning (I’m guessing). Then I wake up from this deep sleep, not knowing the reason why I woke up.
I wake up and I see this little country western girl sitting right in front of my bed, in a wooden chair. She had blond hair that was tied into two side braids, probably about six - nine years old, had a white dress on (looked like she was wearing a night gown) and was wearing no shoes on.
When I saw her, I didn’t really freak out. It was like her presence just calmed me. Don’t get me wrong, I was scared but calm. Weird right?
The only people at my house that day was my parents and my sister, she was 13 years old at the time. There was no one in my house that has blonde hair. The “thing” didn’t look like a ghost to me at the moment. She just stared at me in a relaxing way.
Now that I actually think about it, I think she might have been my guardian angel. I never found out what that “thing” really was. Questions are always rushing through my mind. Can it be? This is a true story! Believe or not.
Sent in by Bricy Vargas, Copyright 2008
The Old Victorian House
When I was about 8 or so we moved into this old Victorian three family home. my mum just had an uneasy feeling about it, just a bad feeling.
the first few days was ok after a week we had these strange feelings of being watched and cold sections in the house. a week later my mother claimed to see the bed shake right in front of her soon after most of the pictures in the living room would be on the floor and some small furniture would be moved. then it became constant, soon the trash in the kitchen would be dumped all over the floor, kinda looked like a dog got ahold of it.
every morning would be something new, cabenet doors opened, lights still on, it just seemed to get worst and worst as the days and weeks came along. we moved out about 6 weeks after we moved in and nothing really happened like that again. this is what got me involved in the paranormal.
I really have no rational explanation for what happened and still try to find a reason. it all seems like the spirit or ghost in the home just didn’t want us their, looking back maybe it was trying to say ‘the longer you stay, the worst it’ll get’. anyways this was my encounter