I used to live in a small house in Northwest OKC. I won't say which one for privacy issues, but it was a three bedroom, one bathroom house near northwest expressway and Portland. I grew up there with my two sisters and parents. We moved out around 2006 or so. We didn't move because of this ghost, but I was exuberant when we left, because so many scary and strange things happened at this house. I'm happy I found this site so I could share this story with everyone. This event will stay with me forever.
It was a very small house, and somewhat old. My sisters (both older than me, teenagers when this particular event happened) shared a room, my parents shared a room, and I had a room to myself. I was close to eight years old or so- can't remember exactly, but grade school-aged. Something happened one night that I don't think I will ever forget, and it confirmed to me, for life, that ghosts, spirits and other supernatural entities are REAL and not made up fairy tales. It also confirmed for me that there are things we just can't explain, and that there is indeed something more after death, as this ghostly being was plain as day in front of me.
In my bedroom, my bed sat up a little high, close to my window, with the foot of my bed facing the door at somewhat of a diagonal angle and my head next to the window. I remember one night, probably around 2 or 3, waking up suddenly, freezing cold, which I thought was incredibly odd. In addition to having these chills and goosebumps, I felt WIDE AWAKE even though I had just been fast asleep. I assumed that something had awakened me, or maybe I just sensed something behind me- I'm not sure. Anyway, I turned around to face my door. At that moment, I saw a young blonde girl just standing there, in a blue, somewhat wavy dress. When I say "young", I don't mean like a child- more like a teen to young adult, 20-something. Anyway, she was just staring at me, with blank emotionless eyes/face. She looked like a normal person and all that- you could even call her pretty. However, she was colourless and almost transparent, yet still solid somehow. She looked like one of my sisters, at first glance. I said my sister's name, "Lisa?" and upon gaining my focus, I realized it wasn't my sister or anyone in my family. The girl said nothing; she just continued to stare into my eyes, unblinking. I would say she was about ten feet away, standing just a little bit inside my open doorway. I continued to stare at her, staring into her eyes as she stared into mine. Her eyes were lifeless- I can't explain it, but it was almost like staring into the eyes of a portrait. But she was there, just standing in my room.
I fell silent. I just suddenly started to shake, and got horrible chills all over my body as we were staring into each others eyes. I wanted to scream for my mother. I couldn't. I was terrified. I couldn't move, I could barely breathe I couldn't look away. Even as I type this, I'm getting awful chills up my spine. If you've ever seen a ghost, you know the feeling. After what seemed like hours, she slowly, slowly began to fade. I can't explain it exactly but she just slowly faded into nothing, until she wasn't there anymore. Shortly afterward, I began to regain control over my emotions. I could move again, but I was still too terrified to speak, or scream out my mother, even though I wanted to so badly. I turned around, threw the covers over my head, and just shook, in almost a silent cry. I eventually gained my voice, and screamed out for my mother like I never had before, by this time around daybreak. I ran into my parents' room. My dad discounted my tale immediately and went back to sleep. My mother did the usual thing you would expect- she comforted me, but of course to stop my freaking out, she told me things like "it's not real, it was just a dream, go back to sleep, you're imagining things." At first, I thought maybe she was right. I think a big part of me really WANTED her to be right, as I really didn't want it to be true- I didn't want to believe in ghosts. But if I had any doubts about it at all, my experience was confirmed to be real in the morning.
So in the morning, after not sleeping a wink after the sighting, I recounted the experience to my mother. One of the first things I told her was the description of the girl- young, teenaged to young adult, blonde, blue dress. It was then that my mother got a weird look on her face and went silent. I could tell she had begun to take my story seriously. I finished my story, and what she said next sent chills down my spine, confirming that this sighting was NOT a dream, hallucination, or the like: "your sister had a similar experience, and she gave me the exact same description of the ghost." This was big because it meant that I had not been dreaming or anything like that. I also had never heard about this story from my sister, so it's not like I was influenced by it into recreating my own version with me as the focal character (as kids will often do). My mom knew this, but since I was so young, she did her best to convince me everything was okay, and it wasn't real. But I knew what I saw.
After having time to think it over, another thing I thought was strange was exactly where she was standing. I'm Catholic, so I'd had my first Communion a couple of months prior. For my Sunday school class, I had made a tapestry as part of a project to commemorate the communion. It had hung in the church with the other kids' tapestries, but afterward I took it home and hung it up in my room, near my doorway. Thinking back, I found it strange that she was standing right in front of that as well. Perhaps she wanted to come closer, but couldn't because it was there. Perhaps she resonated with it somehow because she was actually a good spirit connected with holy spirits or something. Or, maybe I'm over-thinking it and it had no significance whatsoever. Anyway, just thought I'd throw that in there.
I later talked it over with my older sister. She said she basically had the exact same experience, only it was in her room obviously, and the ghost was much closer to her bed. My sisters had a bunk bed, with my older sister sleeping on the top bunk and the other sister on the bottom bunk. I learned later that my other sister who slept on the bottom bunk. Apparently she saw the girl too. We always wondered why she slept wrapped up tight with the covers all around her (we jokingly called it a cocoon). She always slept facing the wall with covers wrapped around her head and keeping her eyes hidden. We later learned she was so traumatized by her own sighting of the ghost that she slept that way for the rest of the time we spent living there. Personally, every night I tried to sleep facing the wall, often turning around to look in my doorway just to make sure she wasn't there, out of fear. There were a few false alarms that arose due to paranoia on my part, but I never saw the ghost again. However, that doesn't mean other paranormal things didn't happen.
One afternoon, I came home from school. I did the usual kid thing- grabbed a snack, hit the couch, and turned on some cartoons. I put my dog up on the couch even though he wasn't allowed to be up there. But I was home alone, and I knew I wouldn't get in trouble. Just then, the rocking chair across from the couch began to rock back and forth, violently. It wasn't just a small rock either- it was exactly as if an invisible hand had grabbed the back of it and shook it back and forth a few times. It only did it a couple of times, but it was violent and very frightening. My dog noticed it too, cocking his ears up and looking at it, so it wasn't just me. I ran to my room with my dog in tow, terrified.
Several other strange occurrences happened here, but these following ones didn't happen to me, so the accuracy may not be one hundred percent. But another thing my sisters described was their radio randomly turning off and on, what they described as "creepy old music". Can't tell you how old they meant, but that's what they said. My older sister also described a time she was taking a bath at home alone, and the door suddenly slammed open, and just a few moments after, our dog walked in shaking violently, clearly terrified of... Something, but what? I would also like to note here that our dog was a yorkie, at most fifteen pounds. So there's no way he could have been responsible for the door slamming that violently. There may have been other happenings that occurred involving my sisters, but those are the only ones I can recall.
The aftermath of this is I was so happy when we moved out of that house. We had some good times there, but those paranormal things that happened completely outweighed almost all of the positives. If you've had a paranormal experience, you know how frightening it is. Now that we're older, my mom admits she also believes the house was haunted. She may have stories of her own, but I'm not sure. She doesn't like to talk about that sort of thing. My dad of course still thinks it's all our imaginations- but like I tell people, I know what I saw that night. I told a couple of my close friends about it last summer, and one of them urged me to dig deeper and see who the ghost may have been- a past owner, someone who died in the house, etc. I tried to do some digging but didn't get much. I'm sure I could get more if I REALLY wanted to, but to be honest, it frightens me so much I really don't want to. I still work nearby the house, so I drive by occasionally to reminisce. Even then I'm afraid I may see her in the window or something. I saw a couple of months ago that the house was having a garage sale, and I was very tempted to go by and ask if they had any similar experiences. But I talked myself out of it due to being too scared, STILL after all these years. I'm 21 now, and was in grade school when it happened. Still get chills when I think about it, still can picture the scene perfectly. I'm glad I could share this story with the people on this site. If you've had a similar experience, let me know in the comments! Also, if you happen to know a person who lives in that area with paranormal happenings, I'd be curious to see if it's the same house. Anyway, thanks for reading.