Ghost Stories

Protective ghosts?

TheresaRHPS
25 Oct 2012
When I was in high school, it was almost common knowledge that I lived in a haunted house...but not really an average haunted house. We always liked to call it a paranormal halfway house because we'd see apparitions of different people who would show up only a few times, and then never be seen again...this in addition to our main "entity," that we had all seen and experienced---and who we attributed to that of a gentleman who died in our backyard.

Anyway, our ghost(s) was/were pretty protective of the family, actually, and made their disapproval of anyone we brought in who they didn't like quite apparent. When I was 17 and still in high school, my mom went on a work trip to California and left me at the house by myself. Since I was uneasy being by myself with all the weird activity that usually took place, ie seeing apparitions, lights going on an off, etc., my boyfriend offered to stay with me that week. This was in violation of direct orders from my mom that no boys were to spend the night while she was gone, lol.

The first night she was gone, I actually did obey...and was home alone. However, the second night, my boyfriend came over and it was almost as if things started from the second he walked in the door. It started with little things...lights flickering, the TV turning itself off, and for some reason...the oven turning itself on. Then it became more intense. When we were in the living room, we could hear footsteps in the hallway and what sounded like a bedroom door slam. Pots and pans in the cabinets started rattling like they had fallen over in the cabinet, and books slid off a bookcase. The garage door opened itself. The second time the oven turned on all the way, we turned it off, grabbed my poodle and walked outside to the front porch to figure out a plan. While we were sitting out there debating on whether to leave or not, we heard an ungodly crash and saw the front window pane actually vibrate violently. It was if someone threw a basketball as hard as they could at the window, right where we were standing...and there was not a living soul in the house...not even an animal. We took that as our sign as to what to do, and I called my mom sobbing and saying I was NOT going to stay there that night, lol.

This event was the most frightening to me because it was the first time that whatever was in my home had acted with such intensity and obvious hatred. Whatever was there was NOT happy, and I think it was unhappy with my boyfriend, who turned out to be a not-so-good guy. In fact, he had his own horrifying experience there that he didn't tell me until much later...Some time after this experience we acquired a cat. When my mom and I were out of town visiting my grandma, we took the dog with us, but left the cat home, and it was my boyfriend's job to come over once a day and make sure the cat was fed, had water, and had a clean litter box. While taking care of these duties one day, he says he went into the bathroom and at first, he didn't see his own reflection in the mirror.

As he was trying to figure out what the heck was happening, his reflection slowly started materializing in the mirror...but it WASN'T his reflection. He said it looked like an evil version of himself. He took off running, and as he was running out the back door, he said something pushed him and told him to GET OUT. He said as he was running, he looked over his shoulder and saw a woman with black hair looking out the kitchen window at him. He never again watched the cat while we were away. And I never told him that my sister and I had both seen this lady before, lol.

I don't know how true my ex's experience was, but we were both there the night all heck broke loose. Interestingly, my SISTER had a nearly identical experience when she had a boyfriend over. They too ended up leaving the house.

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