25 May 2020 | Haunted houses, Your Stories, Your True Encounters
My family moved into an old, run down house when I was about ten. The stairs led straight into my bedroom, which had a little hall that directly connected to my sister’s bedroom. The whole second floor was basically an attic. My parents had spent about a year or so renovating various parts of the house, and I was always involved in the process (painting, mostly). I never felt particularly spooked in the house, until one night when it was time to go to bed. The light switch was at the bottom of the stairs, and for some reason I didn’t want to turn the corner and look into the darkness to turn on the light. It was odd for me, thinking back now. The dark never scared me. But for some reason, my heart raced and my hairs stood up. I basically cried to my mother, begging her to come turn on the light so I could go up. She refused, and I fumbled with my hand around the corner trying to find the switch. Not being able to feel it, I took a breath and peeked. When I looked up, I saw a girl at the top of the stairs. She was looking into my room, back facing me. She was all white. She had what looked like a long, old nightgown. She turned her head quickly to look at me, and seemed just as shocked to see me as I was to see her, and ran out of sight in a flash.
I slept with my lava lamp on all night, and every night after that. I later wondered if this was an actual ghost girl who was confused after the renovations, or if my emotions and mental state were just wild due to my parents’ recent separation.
As scared and shocked as I was that night, the experience definitely sparked my interest in the paranormal as time went on, and I often wished I could have communicated with the girl, I wanted to comfort her. I didn’t see her again, but she might have stuck around.
One morning, my mom told me that she could hear my sister and I talking and laughing at all hours of the night. I insisted I slept like a log and had no idea what she was talking about. She joked that maybe we were both talking in our sleep to each other. Neither my sister nor myself have been known to talk in our sleep. We went to countless sleepover parties and sleep away camps, no one ever mentioned that we talked in our sleep. I always wondered if it was actually the ghost girl.
Submitted by Meagan C. to Weird Darkness and My Haunted Life Too
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Another interesting story! It’s very unique to my experience! I have seen people from the other world in many forms, but have not experienced an entity running away from me!
I also saw similar
Did you see the ghost clearly from head to toes? It’s said that they don’t want to be seen wholly or clearly!