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Catherine's Ghost Stories Back to Ghost Stories
By Catherine M.
This happened last year. My memory isn't that fresh....
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For some reason I decided to sleep in my
parent's room. So I woke up around one in the
morning. I got one of those feelings that you just
have to look, even if you don't want to. So I
looked over and there was the moonlight of
course; but the light that came from the windows
reflected onto the wardrobe. I had to get my eyes
used to the darkness. When I did get them
focused, I saw this man figure. It looked like
Jesus without the crucifix - just him.
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I seriously got so scared I turned around not daring to look back or into the mirror
that hung over the dresser and bed. I ducked under the covers and was trying to
get as close to my parents as I could. After that, I got used to sleeping in my room
by myself. I didn't want to go and sleep in my parents' room after that; but I did.
Even though I was scared to the point I wanted to wet my pants, I didn't feel
threatened or anything. It could have been my imagination since people do like to
look for faces and figures in everything. But to me, it was very real.
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After my grandmother's death and a little before my uncle's
death, I was getting ready to go to school. I was in my room
looking for earrings to wear that day. The attic door was open
all the way so whatever makes a noise upstairs you could hear.
My room is connected to the attic by a door which was behind
my bed. I started looking for the earrings. All of a sudden I
heard noise coming from right above my head. I was thought it
was just squirrels or birds, since they love to nest there. But I
remembered that right above me was a bunch of stuff like
suitcases and a shelf with my gram's stuff (not the one that
passed). I was like, "h!@! s^#t." I didn't say that out loud,
though. I thought, "Calm down, Catherine." So I did, even after
it continued to get louder. So I say, "I hear you. You can stop
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now." Right after I said that, it stopped. I was freaked, but I got it together and
dismissed it.
Another time I was bored, so I thought, "You know what? I want to talk to my
grandmother." I began to ask questions like "Are you here?" or "Are you mad at
me? (because I did something very bad that day)? My door is a sucky one. It
doesn't close like it should. My door started to move. So, I got the impression that
it moves for a yes. I wasn't scared at all. After a while, I believed I was exhausting
my grandmother with all these questions. I said "You can leave now." After that I
asked, "Are you still here?" No response...so I believed that my grandmother had
left. My grandmother is Hispanic like me, so I asked these questions in
Spanish.When I said, "I hear you. You can stop now," I said it in English. So if it
was a ghost, it was not my grandmother, because as far as I know she doesn't
speak or understand English. I just noticed that....weird right?
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