A dream come true
I am 14 years old and i have a story about a friend who i once had. Her name was Emma lee she was about my age at the time. I was eleven when i first saw her.
I moved into my house about 3 years ago and it was like i had seen the inside of the house before we even moved in. When i took the first step into the double door entrance of the barbie doll house i knew exactly where my room was.
A couple of nights before we thought about moving to live closer to my school i had these creepy dreams of walking through a house but i never seemed to get to one of the three bedrooms. Then when we moved in and all slept in the living room i realised my dreams had stopped.
I finally got up the nerves to open the door to the third room. it was so bright from the sun shining through the windows. the closet was double doored, and the windows were about a foot off the ground, perfect for a window seat.
It was my dream room and i wanted it the first i layed eyes on it. i slid my mattress into the room and slept there the second night. The room was very cold but i just got my quilt and held it tight. A couple of weeks later my room was set and everything seemed homey.
I saw Emma Lee when i was writing in my journal and my cat just kinda glared at the corner of my room. i called my cats name but she just meowed and stared at the same corner. I then glanced from the corner of my eye and saw a little girl sitting there. She had long dark hair and big green eyes. Her face was pail but she was still very pretty. She often wore a red dress but it seemed on the late nights she wore a white gown.
I talked to her somtimes just about the little things like our lifes and family problems. one night i had a friend over(Anyssa) and she that i was sitting up in bed talking to someone and she called my name but i didnt reply. She said it was as if i was talking to someone in my dreams.
I had a boyfriend (Ryan) at the time and i told him about her and he said that i should see a therapist and if i didnt then he was going to leave me. I told him i couldnt do that but he became very angry and just gave up. I hadent seen Emma Lee at all and i had missed her ever since that night. She was my friend and she helped me get through life. I told my mom that i missed her but she told me not to talk about her or she would send me to counseling. This is the first time in about a year that ive spoken of her and to this day i wish that she was still here to comfort me.
I miss you Emma Lee please come back.
Submitted by Amanda
Ghost Lady On The Pier
I had always heard that Canoodon was haunted, but I had never been certain of ghosts until that night.
Me and a few friends were on the beach at Canoodon. We had been there most of the day sun bathing and running about. Later on some of the adults came with the dog and the younger kids. It was almost completely dark but we were still running around trying to balance on the big pipes that lead to the sea.
That was when we saw it, in the dark sky the clouds looked like writing and said something like “see you at…” It was a long time ago and I cant remember where we were going there the next day. Then a long way out on the decking there was sort of pier and an out-line of an Elizabethan lady it was all white and sort of faintly glowing. All my friends and I saw it and spoke about it then but have never since, there was something about the beach that day that made us not want to recall this moment.
I have never doubted the presence of ghosts since then, however I have only ever thought I had seen one since, a ghostly white figure sweeping quickly past my window. I told my mum about this and she explained it as a barn owl or something but my dad just said it was my imagination.
Sent in by Blue Carnburry, Copyright 2008
Ongoing Paranormal Experiences
For the longest time I’ve had things happen that couldn’t be explained. My brothers have had their own when we were younger as well.
I am currently having spiritual activity going on. I have contacted a group to come out and investigate and bless my home again. The things happening are, walking around out in my kitchen (heavy footsteps), sound of a fist hitting my computer desk, things turning up missing, seeing things out of the corner of my eye.
I had slept out on the couch one night and I awoke to a hand smacking the other side of the arm rest on the couch. My head was leaning on it. I have things that come off of my shelves and break on the floor. My knick knacks that were placed far back on the shelf. If it wasn’t broke, then it would be out in the middle of my kitchen floor.
My bedroom is very uncomfortable, as if something is lurking in there. I had my mom come over and she experienced the same desk hitting and she also got woke up to the sound of something hitting the wall behind her, like something was thrown. She won’t come back to stay the night.
I won’t go near a Ouija board, they are not toys by any means. I am a firm believer in God. The only problem is that I don’t get much sleep at night. I have always had experiences and it seems like the darn things love to pick on me! hahaaha… yes, the only thing to do is keep my faith, sanity, and sense of humor.
My youngest boy has recently heard the same incident that I have. We both had heard a knocking on the door. He wasn’t far from it and went running to it, telling them to come in. Nothing was there. He stepped out onto the deck and looked all around and nobody around. This was at one in the afternoon. My oldest had no experiences.
Sent in by Deanna, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
Shadow Ghost In My Room
Once, when I was eight, six years ago, I was a sleep and I woke up because it was cold. I leaned over the bed to get my quilt when I felt a presence and I turned slightly to the right and I saw a shadow fly across the wall and into the opposite wall.
I flew backwards on my bed and squeezed my eyes shut. I peeked a little and saw it hanging over me. I couldn’t define its face except that it was blurry and I could hear breathing above me.
I laid there for a couple of minutes and then I felt it float over my leg and it was like drowning in a bucket of ice cold water. As soon as I knew it was gone I turned over and scrambled off the bed and nearly smooshed my sister in my mad frenzy to escape.
I ran out of the room and to my mom screaming and she was like “what? What is it?” I broke down telling her about the ghost in my room and she just looked at me kinda funny and said, “honey it was just a figment of your imagination.” I knew that protesting wasn’t going to work so I said, “mom can I sleep with you ?”
To this day I never ever sleep without my blankets over my head just because I think that a ghost might take control of my body.
Sent in by Sinopia Rogers, Copyright 2008
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