Hey guys I'm Diana and I'm 15 years old and the following things happened from when I was 9 to my age now. I have spent days reading every story and I am fascinated with all of them. My mom is scared about this obsession I have with ghosts but I don't care what she says. Well this is my story hope you guys like it.
It all started when I was about nine years old. I was half asleep because a small white noise woke me up. I sat up in bed, I heard the sound again. I wasn't afraid just a little nervous and curious. I turned my head towards the wall because that is where I heard the sound from. I noticed something dark in the corner it was a little girl sobbing in a low volume. That is when I got scared not because I knew it was a ghost but because I thought it was my younger sister. Yet, it wasn't. I knew it couldn't be her because my sister was sound asleep, right next to me. When I noticed this is that is when I got frightened. I didn't know what to do, I knew that the last thing I wanted to do was to get out of bed so, I turned around and covered my head with my blanket and dozed off about an hour later I was awoken again by the sobbing.
My next ghostly experience took place, in my bath room a few later. I was washing my dirty feet because I like walking bare foot. I was sitting on a stool near the bathtub and while soaping up my feet I had this strange feeling that I was being watched, the feeling is unexplainable. A weird, creepy feeling. I looked around the bathroom yet found nothing. However, I saw nothing until I turned to the little square window near the corner of the room. What I saw really scared me, in the little window, I saw an eye, not just an eye but half of a face, it was dark but I could clearly make out an eye staring back at me. I was really scared, I didn't really know what to do but I knew I had to get out of there. I ran out nearly slipping because my feet were still soapy. I ran to my mom but just like many parents, she didn't believe me, which was to be expected, but I thought I'd give it a shot anyway.
The next day the same thing happened but this time I was in there doing my business and again, I had the weird creepy feeling and this time I knew where to turn, yet, I didn't want to even look at the window but I was trapped by my own curiosity, I turned to the window and there it was again, the eye. I ran out just like last time but my dad stopped me," Why are you running out of the bathroom?" He looked puzzled," Dad! There is a guy staring at me through the window! This is the second time that this happened!" I was afraid, shaking. My dad went into his room and grabbed a flashlight and walked out of the house, my curiosity followed and took my body with it. My dad went into the little space behind the house which is where the bathroom window leads to. We found nothing, not even foot steps. So, that is when I knew that it was a ghost.
Years passed, we changed houses many times until we found a good home. Though, it wasn't until about a month later, when we started noticing some strange stuff occurring. Strange stuff, like things going missing and some sounds in the kitchen. However, only I was noticing this. That is until my mom had a little taste herself.
One day, the whole family was in the living room; the kids watching television and my mom sweeping. She finished sweeping and headed towards the restroom. That is when it happened, she opened the door but as she did, the door shut its self closed. My mom turned towards the couch where we were sitting, thinking it was one of us in the restroom. We all turned at her as she slowly walked toward the couch and sat down, she then told us what just happened.
A few months later, my whole family and I were on our way to my grandmother's house (dad's side); before we left we made sure to not leave anything on because we were going to be over there for awhile. We went over and had a big family dinner and everything. We came back a few hours later, maybe three or four. We entered the house and heard this kind of whirring sound coming from the kitchen. My dad went in first, we were all scared but my dad wasn't. He entered the kitchen and turned on the light. The blender was on. My dad checked the back of the blender to check its temperature to check if some one left it on but, the blender was not even warm, which means that no one left it on because if someone did the blender would be burning. Yet, it was cold, not just cold, freezing.
On March the 6th, my mom and I went on an emergency trip to Mexico because my grandmother, from my mother's side, was very ill. Sadly enough, she died in her sleep. My mom and I stayed in my mom's old room from when she was a young girl. Well, at about 2:00 o'clock in the morning I heard some scratching on the window like with thick fingernails. I was really scared but I just turned the other way and went to sleep. The next day my mom told me that she had heard these noises, too.
The next night, the same thing happened but this time it got worst. My mom and I were asleep, when I wake up to the scratching sounds, again. I got really frustrated because I was very tired and I wanted to get to sleep. I was just staring at the window when I heard some noises in the room. "Diana? Are you awake?" Said my mom's voice. "Yeah," I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Diana?" "Yeah?" "Diana, did you hear those noises?" "Yes, I did. Maybe it's just mice." "There are no mice here." "Well let's not think about what else it could be, let's try to get some sleep. O.K. Mom?" "O.K. Then." We never heard the noises again.
When my grandma passed away, we knew that she would come back. This is actually something that happened to my mother. She was sleeping in our bed in the afternoon. That day was very cold and because of it she was only half asleep. My mom started to get really cold, and then she felt her blanket being stretched up to cover her more. After she finished her nap she walked over to the kitchen to find out who was responsible for this. No one had ever entered the room.
A month later I arrived back in California by myself because my mom would be coming back later. The night of my arrival I was taken to go stay at my aunt's house. I didn't get much action there. Though, when I went into my aunt's room, I grabbed a napkin and ran out, I felt like I needed to get out of there quick. Once I was out I heard the door violently shut itself. It did this frequently whenever I would leave the room.
I was changing houses every week, one week I would be with my aunt, the next I would go stay over at my grandma's house, and then switch back over to my aunt. Well, one day I was spending the week over at my grandma's house. At about 3:00 am I was awoken by a sound in the kitchen. I did not know what it was and I didn't want to find out. I turned around and covered my head. Then, what I heard next really scared me. I heard little knockings on the floor. I tried to close my eyes, I thought I was dreaming. Yet, I stayed awake listening waiting for them to stop. I listened carefully, and then I noticed something more frightening, those were not knocks on the floor. They were footsteps, someone with high heels, headed toward the living room where there was a couch in which I was sleeping on. Then, they were gone.
About 2 months later my mother returned from Mexico. We were very happy to see her. My mom was also very happy to see us. She settled back in and then told us of her travel. Six months later, we moved. We moved into this small home. It had one room in which my brothers, sister and I would sleep in.
One night I went to the restroom at about one in the morning. I went into the bathroom and then I heard foot steps in the kitchen. I walked out into the kitchen but saw nothing. Another night at about midnight, I was lying in bed when I felt two fingers brush against my back. I was more scared than I have ever been. I felt like I wasn't safe even in my own home. I had to let it go, there was nothing I could do but wait to be alone again. The next day I told my mom. A month later, we moved.
We now live in a two room house. I have my room and my brothers share one. My mother and sister sleep in the living room, they don't mind, not after they heard my stories of what happens in my room.
One time after I was done taking pictures in my room, I went to the store to reveal them and when I got them back, I noticed some orbs about three over my face. I showed these to my mom but she was denying it, she would not accept to know that her house was haunted. I thought that this was only a small thing but I was wrong.
One time when I went to the restroom, I heard footsteps coming from the attic. Well I didn't know that there was an attic until after I went to check what the noise was. When I found out that there was an attic I started locking my door at night. I told my mom but again I got in trouble for getting things into her head. I thought that my mom would never believe me until one day.
She was cooking in the kitchen and my little brother was taking a shower, I was out with my dad. She told me that while she was cooking she saw a little boy look at the side of a wall at her and when she went to check it out. She saw something dark run into my room. She went into the bathroom and my little brother was still in the shower.
Some noises still occur yet, I don't mind. I just ignore them and live my life.
Many things happen in my home, things that just aren't explainable. I am being stalked my something not of this nature and I have learned to live with this, to me is a, gift.
Hope you liked it - Diana