Real Ghost Stories

BriMason's Story

Dedicated: BriMason

I'M SO SORRY! I haven't updated for about a million years. I actually don't know because wattpad took away the 'last time updated' thing. So much drama has happened in my life, something of mine got stolen and I blew up at a policeman (I'm a good girl, I swear). School of course. It's just about the end of the term. YAY! I will try update lots, keyword TRY...

Please read my friends story 'Black and Blue' by TrappedInYourEyes. It's amazing, you will love it.

If you read all of this (you are amazing, give yourself a high because I love you) comment 'lemons'.

(I had to google fruits because I couldn't think of one xD)

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One day, my friend Maria and I were playing in my backyard (At the time we were 6/7). There was this old brown house that had been vacant for years behind my house.

Maria had noticed two little boys run through there, I looked at the window and I saw nothing. We ignored it and went on playing. We then heard laughter from that house and got really freaked out. I saw a little girl run in there a minute later so we decided to go in there.

We were surprised that the door was unlocked. The floor was trashed with junk and it smelled horrible. We didn't hear anything so I went to go tell my mom about it and Maria stayed inside. I came out and saw that Maria was still in the house. I was afraid to go back in there so I waited for Maria to come out. She did after about 5 minutes. I saw that she had scratch marks all up her arm and stomach. She told me that didn't feel or see anything.

I went to go get band aids and she waited on my Porch. I came back with band aids and she looked at me with terror. I asked her what, she pointed behind me and what we saw was a white figure standing on my porch. We couldn't make out what it looked like. And the figure was about our size. We never went close to that house again and I still live near it today.

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Another story not by the same author called 'Ghost In The Road'.

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The Summer of 1988 was probably the pinnacle of the paranormal activity experienced by my family. We had been experiencing inexplicable occurrences in our house for several years. I am no expert in these matters, but the activity seemed more like demonic or poltergeist activity.

The activity included feeling like something was sitting on me at night when I would try to sleep, feeling something sitting on the corner of my bed, and growling sounds right next to my ear. Other family members described seeing tall, dark, cloaked figures in the house. One visitor to the house (my old boyfriend home from the Navy) witnessed one of the many times my name was called from down the hall. The name callings would sound slightly similar to a family member's voice, but when you would go to see who was calling you, nobody would be in that part of the house. I could write a book and still fail to describe all the events which occurred.

The activity was most unwelcome, as we were a family of born-again Christians who wanted nothing to do with darkness. We tried prayer and spiritual house cleansing, but none of our efforts had any lasting impact on the situation. It was an isolating experience, because, who would we tell? It sounded so crazy, who would believe us?

Curiously, these experiences began shortly after a nasty church split, when it was claimed the pastor was dabbling in the occult. This pastor was particularly upset with my dad after we left the church. I have no direct knowledge of the veracity of the claims of occult involvement.

Perhaps the most interesting occurrence involved two separate episodes in the car. In the first episode, I was driving with a friend on the old Highview Road in Washington, Illinois. I believe it may be called Centennial Drive now. It was the summertime, and my former boyfriend was home on leave from the Navy. We decided to go to nearby Peoria for Subway sandwiches because, at that time, Peoria was the only town in the area that had them. On the return trip, we were driving on Highview Road along a particularly dark stretch of the road.

Suddenly, a male figure appeared just in front of the car out of nowhere. He was in the middle of our lane, and there was no way to avoid hitting him. The headlights lit him up, and the figure was only visible from the neck down. I don't know that there wasn't a head, but the headlights didn't illuminate a head. The figure was wearing what appeared to be old work clothes, and the image was similar to an old sepia photograph. What I mean is, you couldn't really see any color in the clothing. It was just shades of brown and white. The figure was standing still, and my friend only had enough time to reflexively slam on the brakes and we immediately drove right through the figure.

My friend was understandably shaken, and he may have even cried in spite of his military pride. Incidentally, it was after we returned to my house that the aforementioned name calling incident occurred. My mom reported having experienced an identical phenomenon a few months later while driving on Cole Hollow Road between East Peoria and Pekin. Cole Hollow Road is a number of miles away, so I feel it's unlikely to be a ghost attached to a particular area. I suspect it was instead connected with all the other weirdness occurring at the time. A couple of years later, some horror film was running on the television (perhaps it was Amityville Horror?) and it depicted a similar event.