I guess I've always believed in ghosts but it didn't really hit me until I had my first contact with one. In the summer of 2011, my family decided to move into a new home. I was around 12 years old, and had to share a room with both of my younger siblings, Bella and Jason. The house was old and fairly small, built around the late 40s or early 50s. It was in need of some renovation, but the price was just in our price range, so my parents went forward and decided to buy it. I never sensed anything weird or off in the house. I remember being excited to move in and invite all my friends over. We had previously lived in an apartment, so being able to have a bbq in the backyard was a big deal, at least it was to me. A couple weeks went by, and one day I found myself alone in the house. It was no big deal, I didn't feel scared and besides it was daytime. I remember watching tv and having the door open, because of how it was in the house. All of a sudden I felt this cold, brisk wind hit my body, and my room door slammed shut. I didn't think much of, but I was definitely scared at the moment. It didn't make any sense. Los Angeles is hot and dry during the summer. There was no possible way for the door to have shut as hard as it did.
It's a mid July night, and the cool summer breeze crept into my room. I was awaken from something that I could not explain. I heard someone whisper, "Jacky is that you?" into my ear. The skin on my neck instantly filled with goosebumps, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I wondered to myself the different possibilities of what it could've been. Was I dreaming or was it real? A couple days go by, and I had started my day with going for a bicycle ride with my sister. I opened the side gate to bring the bikes out and couldn't help but notice that there were engravings on the cement floor. I payed closer attention to what it said. I was struck with an instant sheer of panic, I couldn't believe my eyes. The names Karen, Jacky, and John were written out onto the cement, whom I assumed were the people who lived in the house previously. The only details we got about our house was that there was an older man who lived alone. We are unaware if he died on the property or not. Activity still remains within the house.
Yikes! I Wonder who Karen, Jacky and John are and their relationship to the previous owner.
ReplyDeleteCreepy story! I once also had a similar encounter and too thought that I was dreaming. Although, it seems like there is some merit into what you experienced if you saw those names carved in the cement. Next time just close your windows and doors, throw that fan on.
ReplyDeleteWow, those are disturbing stories. I had a similar experience with a haunted house as a child that also involved moving into a new home. My parents had just purchased a house in Fairfield, California, but it became evidently clear something wasn’t right from the start. For starters, the attic had a pentagram carved into the floor with wax residue from candles scattered across the floor. My parents think that the previous occupants were satan worshippers or something like that. We also had a plethora of creepy, inexplicable things happening in that house. For example, the bathroom lights, faucet, and shower would turn on in the middle of the night. My dad’s wedding ring also went missing in that house, although carelessness may explain that rather than paranormal phenomenon. Thankfully, we didn’t live there long, but the memories of that house still give me chills.
ReplyDeleteThere are reasons ghost stories are captivating. More often than not, we all have situations that we can explain. Our mind tries to fill in the blanks, or just can't really believe what we saw or heard. Most of the time we dismiss what we think we see or hear because most people wouldn't believe it. We have sat around as a family and told stories of unexplained occurrences that have happened to them growing up in southern West Virginia. Our family in Nebraska also had stories, but they weren't as eager to tell them. Either way it acted as entertainment, and a way to bond as a family.
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