Riven
Also known as Shrugs/Likes
- Joined
- Sep 25, 2024
- Location
- United States
Do you believe in the paranormal? Do you hear strange voices in the middle of the night? Do you feel the presence of spook, spectre, or ghost? Don't waste another second and call the professionals!
I'm just kidding. I'm not actually a professional ghostbuster. But I'd still like to hear some interesting ghost stories. I used to listen to Art Bell back in the day and he had some good stories. Anyways, I'll tell you my story...
This is the early 1990's. I was just a child then, and I had a great grandmother that I was very close with. We used to watch Bambi together. Anyways, she eventually died from cancer.
Before that, my great grandfather, who I never knew, had a massive heart attack and died in the bathroom closest to the master bedroom. We'll come back to this later.
So one night I'm sleeping in the middle of the bed with my grandparents on each side. At the end of the bed, you against the wall, was a dresser and a larger mirror that attaches to it.
I woke up around 3am or thereabouts. I felt a presence in the room, I sat up, and I saw my great grandmother inside the mirror. She was glowing white and I could only see her upper half. I wasn't afraid at first because I knew her and she was always so nice to me.
She always used to smile a lot. But her face this time was deadpan. Expressionless. That's what frightened me. I eventually woke my grandparents and told them what I saw.
Fast forward a few years later. I'm a teenager. I begin to experience strange things in the house. The presence of a man in the hallway near the master bedroom. A constant feeling of being watched. At night, I would hear dishes moving about. Cupboards opening and closing.
But by far the worst thing, were the screams. Every night just before I was about to fall asleep, whatever it was, would scream at me. Sometimes it was a blood curling scream. Most of the time it was extreme foul language. Other times it was things like, "you're going to die!".
My grades in school began to suffer because I could never get a full nights rest. Eventually I was somehow just able to graduate from high school. That night, I was sitting in the recliner alone, and I smelled perfume. Old lady perfume. The kind my great grandmother used to wear. It made no sense because I was alone. But I felt like it was her.
We eventually moved away that same year. Once we moved into the new house, all of the activity stopped. I still have the insomnia, but there's nothing paranormal anymore. The difficulty now is reconciling what I experienced in that house with "the science". I don't know how to square it. :/
I'm just kidding. I'm not actually a professional ghostbuster. But I'd still like to hear some interesting ghost stories. I used to listen to Art Bell back in the day and he had some good stories. Anyways, I'll tell you my story...
This is the early 1990's. I was just a child then, and I had a great grandmother that I was very close with. We used to watch Bambi together. Anyways, she eventually died from cancer.
Before that, my great grandfather, who I never knew, had a massive heart attack and died in the bathroom closest to the master bedroom. We'll come back to this later.
So one night I'm sleeping in the middle of the bed with my grandparents on each side. At the end of the bed, you against the wall, was a dresser and a larger mirror that attaches to it.
I woke up around 3am or thereabouts. I felt a presence in the room, I sat up, and I saw my great grandmother inside the mirror. She was glowing white and I could only see her upper half. I wasn't afraid at first because I knew her and she was always so nice to me.
She always used to smile a lot. But her face this time was deadpan. Expressionless. That's what frightened me. I eventually woke my grandparents and told them what I saw.
Fast forward a few years later. I'm a teenager. I begin to experience strange things in the house. The presence of a man in the hallway near the master bedroom. A constant feeling of being watched. At night, I would hear dishes moving about. Cupboards opening and closing.
But by far the worst thing, were the screams. Every night just before I was about to fall asleep, whatever it was, would scream at me. Sometimes it was a blood curling scream. Most of the time it was extreme foul language. Other times it was things like, "you're going to die!".
My grades in school began to suffer because I could never get a full nights rest. Eventually I was somehow just able to graduate from high school. That night, I was sitting in the recliner alone, and I smelled perfume. Old lady perfume. The kind my great grandmother used to wear. It made no sense because I was alone. But I felt like it was her.
We eventually moved away that same year. Once we moved into the new house, all of the activity stopped. I still have the insomnia, but there's nothing paranormal anymore. The difficulty now is reconciling what I experienced in that house with "the science". I don't know how to square it. :/
