My TRUE ghost experiences
by Chris Skipper
Some people believe ghosts are inexistent. Well, honestly I have always believed in ghosts. I read stories interested, but then I got scared. My first ghost experience I will never forget. I will actually never forget any of my experiences. My experiences at my own house in Virginia.
My first experience was when I was in the 3rd, 4th, or 5th grade. It was 3:00 am. Most people know this as the demon's hour. I had my closet door open, and I had awoken. Seeing as my bed faces the closet, I couldn't help but look.
As I looked into the closet, I saw the shadow of a person. I opened and closed my eyes to try and make it go away. It never did. I wanted to cry out to my parents, but i was too scared to make a sound. A FEW NOTES ON THIS STORY:
1.I was wide awake. I have a chemical in-balance making sleep impossible without pills, if I wake up, I'm wide awake for a couple hours.
2.Later I found out the spirit was a shadow spirit
3.After that night, I slept with the closet door shut
4.I could see in the closet cause I had a night-light
My next experience I have no explanation for. Most of the time I was alone in the house as my parents worked downtown which is an hour away. One night alone I heard voices. And knocking. I talked to them. I heard wind-chimes even though we didn't own any. I got so scared I was crying.
A few days later I was playing my guitar, and my cat was in the hallway hissing and attacking the air. A FEW NOTES ON THESE EXPERIENCES:
1.I later found out that my step-dad's grandmother had died in this house
2.My cat disappeared a
few days later
3.My parents didn't believe me about the ghosts (at least my mom didn't)
This experience ties in with the first one. It happened a few months ago. I had forgotten to shut my closet door. I awoke at 3:00 am. I noticed the closet door open and jumped up and shut it. I laid down and after a few minutes I heard knocking. It wouldn't stop. I tried blocking it out. With headphones, pillows, my hands and fingers. Nothing worked. I gained the courage to go to my parents room and bring my mom. As she entered the knocking stopped.
I have saved the best for last. One day alone in my house (my step-dad was outside), I was by myself in my room. I heard glass break in the kitchen. I thought it was my step-dad. As I went out there I called his name. He was nowhere to be found (outside of course). The glass that had broken was a collector's item. We had 2 of them. It was broken 5 feet from where it was at. It was located on a shelf up high, with bars around it like a crib so stuff wouldn't fall out.
I think logically. I don't jump to conclusions. I used the replica for a short experiment. It was loaded with a knife so it was much heavier. I tipped it over against the shelf bars to see if it would fall over. It wouldn't. I concluded the glass had to be lifted up and thrown.
SOME NOTES ON THESE TRUE STORIES:
1. I am 13 years old.
2. My house is over 50 years old.
3. There are 3 acres of land.
4. My step-dad's grandmother died in here.
5. It is very haunted.
6. The hauntings have not ceased, just slowed down.