Ghost of My Step Father

From: Jackie Kendrick (hot_clowie@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: My house in North Carolina
Source: Form Submission

A year and a half ago on a Thursday night my step father killed himself. I'm not going to get into any details but he shot himself in the head in my living room which is the house we still live in. Very offten I see signs of him, my mother has never seen them but my friends and I have.

We've tried various experiments trying to bring him back but it's never worked except once. I was with some friends at a girls house I had never hung out with before or ever even talked to before and we did this thing to get him to talk to us. The girl that I had never talked to told me everything he said. She could even describe him from head to toe.

This was not even the begining of it all... One night my friends and I were sitting in my room talking. All of a sudden we hear a tapping noise at the top of my door. At first we thought it was my dog but then we noticed he was in the room and there was no way he could have gotten to the top of my door. That's not even the worst of it.

One night i was home alone doing homework in my room. I hear a loud crash in the kitchen and the dog was barking....I went out there to see what it was and the frying pan(which was the only thing in the dish drainer)had fallen to the middle of the floor which had to be done by someone.There was noone in the house. I also noticed that my dog just kept barking and looking at something in the plain air. I had no idea what was wrong with him. So, I just picked it back up and put it in the sink.

On my way back to my room I heard the crash again. I turned around and this time the frying pan was across the kitchen floor. I was so spooked I had no idea what to do. I just took off running to my room and didnt come out until my mom got home. I could go on and on telling about the things that have happened to me and how we have seen his dark figure around the house.For instance, walking around, standing in the corner, sitting in the rocking chair(which was rocking back and forth), and sitting on the couch, which u could also see the indentions of someone sitting down. To this day he doesnt come around as much but I still see signs of him. Maybe its just unfinished bussiness...I will never know...