Story 1
This is a story my sister experienced.
When I was really little, maybe 3 or 4, I had a friend that was more unique than I knew. His name was Erich. He had blonde hair with dark brown eyes. He always had adventures for us to go on. He'd show up randomly in my house and we'd spend hours playing games.
Each time he would say he had to leave after awhile, but he'd be back later. I was always sad when he left, but always looked forward to him coming back. When I turned 5, my friendship with him came to an unexpected end. One day, we were playing Candy Land in my room.
We were sitting on the floor and we were talking about something funny. Then all of a sudden he got really quiet and sad. I asked him what was wrong. He said that after today I can't play with him anymore. I was devastated.
He was my friend. I asked him why we couldn't play together anymore? He said that I was getting too old and he had to leave. I started to cry and asked if I could go with him. He said no. I asked where he was going, but he couldn't tell me. He said goodbye as he stood up.
He took one last look at me and turned around and left the room. I never saw him again. I learned years later I had a brother named Erich who died as a baby, 3 years before I was born. At the time, I had no idea I had a dead brother.
At 4 and 5 it never occurred to me that I was the only one who ever talked to him or how weird it was that he'd just randomly show up wherever I was. It was fun while it lasted though. Thanks Erich for being there for your baby sister.
Story 2
2012 I was working in Sweetwater Tennessee. Hotels became too expensive to stay in fir weeks at a time so I elected to stay at my dad's place in Athens, just a few miles from Sweetwater.
My dad lived on property that was previously my mother's momma and daddy's home place, a place I grew up visiting all the time. I knew as a kid the place was haunted because of my mama who had years before killed herself in the old house her and pawpaw lived in.
As a kid I didn't understand why she was written Bible verses on every wall top to bottom, in every room but later in life as an adult figured it out. She was trying to rid the house on demonic forces. I was working in the area and on this particular night I was sleeping in the middle room of the trailer my dad had moved onto the property a fee years before.
The very last night I stayed there I was asleep, it was 3am in the morning when the bed I was on flipped upside down with me on it...I thought it was my step brother playing games but he was nowhere around. I put the bed back and lay back down but before I could go back to sleep it happened again but this time, there was a faint growl. The bedroom foot was locked. I got up, woke up my dad and told him what had happened.
Dad of course said I was crazy. I went and sat in the living room and about the time I sat down the fog started going nuts outside....I looked out the window and she was on the porch looking straight ahead of her, her hair standing up growling...I looked to my left out the kitchen window and seen it...a white face...no features just a white face looking in at me...scared the heck out of me.
I'm a grown man...that scared me to death....whatever it was was circling the trailer at a speed I couldn't keep up with...the dog was running around outside, I'm guessing trying to catch whatever it was....the lamps in the living room was blinking too...finally it stopped but by this time it's like 430 am....I'm in the floor shivering....this thing followed me home.
Days later I had things happening in my apartment in Dalton Georgia. ...that's another story. I decided that if that's what's waiting on the other side, I want no part of it. I have my life to God fast....but that still didn't stop it....the property this happened on had been in the family for decades...since my grandparents were kids. I am still yet to research it but can't bring myself to find out the details.
Story 3
I viewed a house in 2003, and it was a open day where the estate agent was showing a few people around the property. An elderly man lived in the house and was sitting in the front room. I walked through the lounge, and I smiled at him, he said to me you got a beautiful smile, and I think you will live here.
"I thought I hope so because its ideal for it needed a lot of work on the house but I didn't mind. My offer was accepted and 2 months later I got my keys. I met the neighbors who told me David had died in the house, he was the old man that I met on the viewing day and told me I had a lovely smile.
One evening I was watching TV in the front room, and I heard banging upstairs, the noise was like someone dragging a suitcase across the floor. I went upstairs, and I was shocked to see all my shoes were out of the wardrobe and laid out in a smile shape. I was so scared I ran out of the house.
So many things happened to me in that house. Many stories to tell. My best friend came to visit me and she couldn't pass the street door. She said sorry your house has bad energy, and I can't come in." and left. I sold the house 1 year later.
Story 4
I feel like there are a few stories I can share.
I lived in this little house. 3 bedrooms, nothing crazy.
We always had weird stuff happen; and I always tried to play it off. My older kids (four girls total), would drag their Barbie houses and all their accessories around to sit where I was because they were always afraid of being alone. One night; they left them in the dining room, which was closed concept and beside my living room, kitchen on the opposite side. So sandwiched in the middle.
The three oldest girls fell asleep watching a movie in the living room. The next morning; they told me how they could hear their Barbie’s being played with on the other side of the wall.
Another time, my husband had seen a little girl upstairs praying in the kids bedroom. I’ve never seen him look so pale.
We eventually switched bedrooms with the kids. I was pregnant with my fourth daughter and always woke up when my husband had to get up for work.
I happened to roll over and was talking to him for a solid five minutes asking him what he was doing. It looked like he was kneeling and praying in front of the window beside the bed. He walked into the bedroom from the bathroom and no one was in front of the window when I looked back.
I was up and out of that room so quick.
We always had stuff falling from bookshelves, like I mean.. books behind books behind books would fall right in front of us. Closet and bedroom doors opening.
The scariest one for me was after I split up with my husband. I was alone with just my baby. The older girls were at a sleepover.
It was around 2 am, I was thirsty and went down the stairs, through the living room, and dining room, and into the kitchen. I was half asleep and didn’t turn lights on. When I was in the kitchen I heard ‘Mom!’ From the stairs.
I started walking that way to answer my child, when I remembered they weren’t home. I panicked and froze in the dining room. That’s when I heard ‘mom, I’m watching you from under the table’ come from right beside me under my kitchen table.
I ran so fast. Up the stairs. Into my room. Slammed the door and cried and cried. It terrified me. I called my own mother and cried myself to sleep on the phone with her.
So many more things happened in that house.