The Apparition on the Staircase

10 August 2020 | Haunted houses, Your Stories, Your True Encounters

This will be somewhat of a short story, but it IS a true story.

When I was about 7 or 8 years old (almost 45 years ago), we had a family sleepover because some cousins and their parents had come to visit from Delaware. We all decided to stay at my Aunt Beaula’s house because it was big enough to comfortably sleep the amount of people that were all there due to the visitation. The kids all played games downstairs in the living room, and most of the adults were seated in the kitchen talking among themselves until it was time for us all to call it a night. This house was an older three-story house and until this time, I had never stayed the night here. I had always just visited with my parents and then left to go home later. All of the children had slept downstairs in the living room on the floor and the adults all slept in beds upstairs.

This particular event scared me so bad that for years I wouldn’t talk about it with anyone (even my parents), which I thought probably wouldn’t believe me anyway. I can remember this event like it was yesterday, even though it has been so long ago. All of us kids were sound asleep and as far as I knew, so were all of the adults sleeping upstairs. I cannot recall what time it was, I just knew it was very early in the morning because this old house had that damp, cold atmospheric feel to it, when something woke me up straight out of a dead sleep and I sat straight up. I felt like I was dreaming, but at the same time, I felt like I was wide awake (it’s a very “weird” thing to experience).

Whatever woke me up also drove me to the foot of the stairs. This staircase was a typical staircase where there is a flat area between the rows of steps that lead upstairs all the way up to the third floor. I found myself at the foot of the stairs gazing up them like something wanted me to see it appear, and it did! After what seemed like forever of me gazing upwards, all of the sudden coming around the blind spot around the corner from the second floor, was this younger woman engulfed in the blue haze and moving as if it were an escalator that lead down from the top of the house. I had never before seen an apparition such as this and I was so scared, I felt like I couldn’t even move a finger, let alone any other part of my body. As I stood there trembling with fear, the apparition just slowly kept getting closer and closer until finally she was right in front of me and screamed into my face like she was screaming for someone to help her in some way. At this point, I was so scared that I lost my bladder and I don’t think I even realized it. I woke up the next morning with all of the kids laughing at me because they said that I peed myself because my pajama bottoms were all wet. I think what most people say about a person being traumatized is true, they tend to bury that memory in the back of their mind for quite some time.

Later on in life though, as an adult, I decided to become a part of a paranormal research team while living in Texas. Boy, could I tell you some stories from that time (and I probably will at a later date). I chose to become a paranormal investigator because I wanted to help people or kids that I come in contact with that might have gone or is going through what I went through back then.

Submitted to Weird Darkness and My Haunted Life Too by Eddie Perkins

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