My First Experience - The Only Good One

Members of Your Ghost Stories,

I found this site about a month ago as I was interested in finding stories and experiences similar to my own and have been reading a few small stories a night. I have really enjoyed the majority of what people have shared on here and decided for the first time ever (excluding friends and family) to post about my experiences.

To those that are interested in my life's progression with the paranormal: I have a lots stories. I have experienced many paranormal things in my life and due to the large amount of them, I plan to break each story up as I can remember them, mostly in chronological order. This is the story of my first experience; unfortunately, it is my only good one.

I was born in a small town called Rocky Mountain House located in Alberta, Canada. My parents were dysfunctional from the very beginning: heavy smokers, alcoholics, and physical abusers. I was the youngest in my family and did not have any full blood siblings; my step-brother was 4 years older than me and my step-sister was 6 years older. None of us got along and, as you could imagine, the kids were often left to fend for themselves.

By the time I turned 5 years old the situation was getting even worse with more physical abuse and even suicide attempts by my mother. Because of this I found myself always around my mother, to act like a protector towards her, in hopes to stop the extreme violence. One of the techniques I found that worked extremely well was pretending to be afraid at night and sleep between them.

After another terrible night I had crawled into bed between them. I was laying on my back and they were both on their sides with their backs facing me. I remember waking up in the middle of the night, in the same position, with a woman in a white gown at the end of the bed just staring at me.

Even though I did not recognize this lady at the young age of 5, I was not frightened at all. I began to poke my mother to wake her up. She grunted at me from her deep alcohol induced sleep, "What is it?" I whispered to her, "There is a woman at the end of the bed!" My mother just pulled the covers over her head and insisted, "The doors are locked no one is there." I looked again at the end of the bed and she was just standing there smiling at me with very peaceful eyes. I poked my mother again, "You have to look! She is still there!" My mother rolled over on her back and said, "Look, there is no one there! Now go to bed!" When I looked back down at the end of the bed she was gone.

I had never seen that woman before and have never seen that woman since. However, within the next week my mother had gained the courage to run away from the abusive situation with me and my step brother (my sister stayed with my dad as she was biologically his). She stopped drinking, had no more suicide attempts, and even started a business and met someone else (which lasted about 9 years before stuff fell apart). My father also stopped drinking, became a manager of a big oil company, and also found someone else who he is still with to this day.

I am unsure who or what that lady was: angel, spirit, ghost of a family member? But there are 2 things I know for sure: first, I'm convinced it saved each member of my family's life. Second, it opened me up to a world of demonic and frightful things ever since.

Thanks for reading and I look forward to sharing my other stories in the future.