I was looking around for ghost stories to see if anybody else was going through what I've been through since I was a little girl. All the stories I read, the person will usually have one experience that will be associated with the house or a loved one. Then there are those that are considered poltergeists (yes, I researched that too). This is the first time I'm putting my experiences in writing. Maybe putting my story here someone can help me understand what is going on or am I just crazy.
My first memorable experience was when I was 8 and lived in NY. My dad left to Puerto Rico to visit his mother. That first night he was gone, I heard my name whispered a couple of times. Thinking it was my little brother calling me, I opened my eyes and saw my grandmom laying sideways on my mom's bed (it was a 1 bedroom apt). She was smiling at me and whispered my name once more. I started screaming when she just disappeared. My mom tried to comfort me but I kept telling her that Abuela was in the room. She told me my grandmom passed away the day before and that was the real reason my dad left.
A year later we moved to a city near Philly, PA. The first apartment, I woke up one night to find a shadow on the wall alongside my baby sister's crib. The next morning, my brother asked me if I saw the shadow. We woke up at the same time for no reason and saw that shadow.
Then a year after that we moved to the projects, which was even worse. I was awoken one night by a slap to my face. Another night I woke up to use the bathroom but a shadowy figure was standing in front of my door (which was ajar). I started crying loud. My mom convinced it was a nightmare, made me wear a red t-shirt to keep the nightmares away. It didn't.
When I was 17, I started smoking pot. I realized whenever I smoked things didn't bother and the stuff that will mysteriously disappear and appear again in a different place didn't scare me either. And also, I hardly saw dark shadows
I started to live on my own and since then I moved every year. In one apartment, I was downstairs with my kid when I smelled smoke. I thought it was coming from outside when I heard someone say "get upstairs" in a normal voice. No one was around me so I thought I smoked some good stuff. Well, I had to go upstairs anyway because my son's bottle was there. I had thought I had put out a cigarette in a plastic ashtray. The cig burned right through the ashtray and the rug was just catching on fire. I saw a glass of water on the table (I never took water to that area), I poured the water on the fire. I ended up with a burned rug.
In another apsrtment I was taking pictures from my new digital camera. I was in the basement with my sister and she thought that we should take pictures in the dark. So we did just using the flash. When we looked through them, on 2 pictures we saw shadowy figures in front of the wall, one had a long dress on, another had a hat. A couple of days, I went to show some people the pictures and they were gone. If my sister wasn't with me, I would've thought I imagined it.
Then stuff got scary. I lived in this apartment in a historic district. One night as I was trying to fall asleep, I heard someone whisper "help me". The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I will always hear tapping or my stuff will not be in the same spot I placed them before.
The following apartment, I was pregnant, so I stopped smoking. There will be a spot that will smell of lavender and I will always dream of this tiny old lady. My son fell asleep in my bed once, so I left him there and went to sleep myself. In my dreams, this old lady was by my bed trying to hand over a hammer and a bible, urging me to hold the bible and the hammer. I heard footsteps on my stairs and she said "Get ready, they're coming for you". I woke up ready to scream when I realized I had the bible and my hammer in my hands. I had a lot of nightmares (about people I've never seen, but can describe to a tee and it always ended in murder) that I eventually broke my lease and moved to the one I'm in now.
This apt, I was 7 ½ months pregnant when I woke up cause I heard whistling. No one was around, but I can see a shadow on the wall that looked like a person was leaning casually on my door jamb. Sometimes both my kids be in separate parts of the room, facing opposite directions, when all of sudden they are looking into the same spot (one is a baby and the other is a special needs child that can't speak). The spot they look at the most is in the corner of my bedroom. And I'm pretty sure I know what is in that corner.
A week after giving birth, the kids and I fell asleep in my oldest's bedroom. I woke up to go to the living room for a while when I walked through my bedroom (connecting bedrooms). I saw this pale lady with red curly frizzy hair laying on my bed and a little girl with blond hair and blue eyes in a white dress came running to me, she asked me "Are you a ghost too?". That really woke me up. I realized that was a dream and it wasn't scary until I realized both my kids stare at that corner all the time.
I am literally confused, scared, and frustrated. It's hard to ignore those things. I know it said not write about dreams, but I had to, because I'm not asking for an interpretation, they are connected sometimes to the things I see or feel. I don't know if this belongs with ghost stories or psychic (I don't think I'm a psychic at all).
Do I have a poltergeist following me, if so, why don't things fly of the walls or my tv turn on? Once, my blender turned on by itself and burned itself out, but it was a very old blender and I had kept it plugged, but that was it. Or am I suppose to see these ghosts, but I keep a veil between me and them, that they are coming to me in my dreams? Or am I just going crazy?
I know this story might be discredited because I said I smoke pot, but my first experience was when I was 8 and I didn't smoke until I was 17, that's when I started dreaming.