Ghost Stories: Is It Grandfather

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By Brittany

I've been trying to find a logical explanation to this, but I just cant seem to.

My house was built for us, only eight years ago,
so there was no one living in it other than us. It
started a little after my grandfather died. I would
sometimes feel like someone was watching me,
but when I told my parents, they said I'm just trying
to get used to the fact that my grandfather was
dead, and it's having an emotional effect on me. I
knew that couldn’t be it. About a year passed
without any problems, but then it started again. I
would feel like someone was behind me when I
was walking alone in the hallways, I would hear

things, and worst of all, there would be times when as while trying to go to sleep, I
would feel my bed moving, like a faint shake. It scared me really bad.

Eventually, my parents sent me to stay the night at my
grandmother's. Finally I had a peaceful night, but as I started to
wake up the next morning, I heard what to me sounded like a
man talking! I sat up and there was NO ONE IN THE ROOM! I
tried to rule it out as me dreaming, but I couldn’t seem to push it
out of my head.

I put up with all this for about another month or two, ruling it all out
with a "logical explanation." And then my cousin spent the night.
It was really late and my family was long asleep. We were just
talking about any little thing in our lives; typical teenage
conversation. Then we heard this really loud noise. It made us
both jump. I stood and turned on the lights and looked around,

and I saw my little Chinese cat statue on the floor. It was on my shelf, but now it
was here on the floor, a bit of distance away. "It could've just fallen down," I
reasoned in my head. After a little while, with the lights off again, my cousin got
really quiet and said to me ,"Why is the bed shaking?" That’s how I knew that this
was real. It wasn’t imagination, as much as I really wanted it to be.

I recently took this picture in the corner of my room to see if anything would show
up. This is what I got. It could be anything, but I figured I'd send it to you, because I
can't find an explanation. No one smokes in my house. My dad forbids it. It could
be anything, like I said, I don’t know. I'll let you be the judge.

Okay, I have another story for
you. I swear that it’s the honest
truth, primarily because my
father told me about it. I was too
young to remember it. I've
always believed in ghosts and
everything that dealt with the
supernatural, and this is why.
We lived in a very old apartment
when I was four or five. My
grandparents lived just
downstairs, so they were around
a lot. My grandmother was in

our apartment room one day, watching my two year old brother (he's 13 now). Out
of the corner of her eye, she saw someone run past her, giggling. She saw it
again, and realized that it was a little girl, around six or seven. She was wearing a
white dress and her blond hair was put in a half pony, and tied in a bow. A couple
days later, she heard her singing a lullaby to my baby brother on the baby monitor.

My mom had an experience with this little girl. She was watching her soap operas
one day, and suddenly the channel changed to Sesame Street! My mom was like
"Oh no, absolutely not. I'm not sitting here watching Sesame Street." So she
changed the channel back...and so did the girl. My mom told her to stop, and she
did. She left the TV alone.

Now for the scary part. This girl never posed a threat before, but this time came
close. My little brother one night got very sick. He was running a very high fever,
which was never a good thing, because he once had a seizure due to a fever. My
father was with my grandmother in the kitchen, and they were talking about
something. I don’t know what, because I was with my mom at the time. The baby
monitor was standing on the table next to them. Suddenly they heard that little girl
talking to my brother. They heard her say, "Come with me. I'll take care of you."
To my father's surprise, my brother responded, "No. I wanna stay with my mommy
and daddy..." Scared half to death, my dad ran to the room my brother was in,
with my grandmother behind him. He picked up my brother and said, "Leave him
alone. He isn't going anywhere!" My dad said he didn’t sleep that night, or the
next.

Although I can't remember ever having any experiences, my parents said I did. I
do remember one thing though. I remember feeling like a was going to throw up
one night. The bathroom was down the hall from my room, but I was scared to
death to go. I don’t remember why. I just remember that raw fear...

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