Ghost Stories

From: Charlotte (Kyoto_in_bloom@yahoo.co.uk)
Story type: Ghost
Location: In about four different places
Source: Form Submission

My name is Charlotte and I'm 22 years old, please feel free to e-mail me with any feedback or questions you might have with what you read.

To be brief, (because I'm going to be doing a lot of yapping - You have been warned), I am probably, (apart from my mother who says she saw Dwarfs as a child), the most in tune person in my family to anything paranormal. I dont give a damn about the morons on my dads side of the family - but on my mothers side there are bloodlines from Gypsys and Witches.

What I have to tell you is long - but I dont want to leave anything out because it is worth it.

CHILD IN THE MIRROR
When I was a little girl we used to live in an old Victorian House - it was big and dark and I always got the impression that a child had died in the spare room of the house. One day I was looking in the mirror when as if she where sitting on my knee and reflected back at me appeared a child. She had pale skin, blue staring eyes and wore a white bonnet, under which I could see had some strands of light brown hair. The room seemed to go quiet and still, I dont remember having any feeling of her on my lap - but what I do remember is the feeling of having seen her in the mirror before. All she did was simply look around, up at me and then vanish.

Also in this house my mother remembers seeing something black jump on her in bed at night - when the cats where in the kitchen. I used to hear heavy breathing in my room at night and something used to poke me with what felt like sharp fingernails when I was in bed.

EASTER GHOST
Round about Easter 1999 I had gone to visit my Grandparents with my Aunt. They live in an old farmhouse in the countryside, the place used to be a post office and during WW1 an old lady had used to sell vegetables.

I was sitting in my room pulling on my pumps when my Aunt called up the stairs that they, (her, my Grandma and their dog), where waiting in the car for me - my Grandfather had gone to see some other relatives and wasn't even in the county. The screen door slammed and then silence. As I pulled on my shoes I heard a sound at the bottom of the stairs. It was a shuffling sound that came closer, it sounded like an old person was trying to climb the stairs. I got the impression that they where old and frail, out of breath so they had to grip the bannisters and wearing slippers and a heavy robe. I called out for my Aunt, my Grandmother - and even the dog. No reply, nothing came running. Freaked out none the less by the sound I thought that they would probably ask me what I wanted when they got to the top of the stairs. The sound came closer and then silence. I had my eyes fixed on the landing from my room when something dressed entirely in white which looked like it was wearing a hood came into the room, it glided right past me and then melted away into the cupboard door behind me.

The sound more than the appearance scared me - it wasn't threatening and I dont think it meant me any harm. I have never seen it since but I make a point of saying hello to it and talking to it whenever I go in there.

THE WHIST HOUNDS
A few days after seeing the ghost I was awakened at night by the sound of something moaning and howling, a rushing sound, the sound of rain and wind outside my window. Normally when it storms up there you can hear it all round the house, not this time - it was only outside my window. The sound travelled like a train moving down tracks down the wall of the house and then across to the field where I heard the sheep cry in terror, (until the next day I didnt even know that there was a field even there). It seemed like hours but probably only lasted about fifteen minuets.

The next day, (I gave up long ago trying to tell my family about any of this - as my mom and brother think its funny to make a joke out of it), my Aunt bought me a book as a late birthday present. It was a book about ghosts and spirits and in it was the legend of the Whist Hounds - the legend varies but basically their a pack of spectral dogs that run across the Moor accompanied by their own storm and they run from a place called Whistmans Wood. I asked my Grandmother if you could see the wood from the house, she took me to the big front parlor window and said, "Yes - there it is".

NIGHT TERROR
Since a child I have suffered night attacks - its tried to drag me out of bed making me fight it, I've woken up to find that something heavy is lying in bed next to me and I can't move and I've been terrified. Its scratched and bitten me, once I saw something black pass by the end of my bed and then it started up. Recently though I managed to actually tell it to - F OFF, it looked surprised and went, but it doesn't keep it away.

BLACK THING ON THE STAIRS
As a kid I used to see something wearing all black with something on its headdress like beads chasing me down the stairs - I never look back when I come down the stairs as I didn't then and now. My friend also saw it, (this was in an entirely different house, neighborhood and county), standing on the landing watching us as we went into my room - and this was before she had any previous knowledge of it. We both drew pictures of it and they came out just the same - something black with beads on its headdress.

PREGNANCY DREAMS
Four, (maybe five - I suspect my mother has), people have dreamt that I have been pregnant. They are my friend, her mum and her sister - all dreamt it one after the other. Then recently someone who doesn't even know them, the bassist from one of the bands that I work with after meeting me the first time sent me an e-mail saying that he had dreamt that I was pregnant.

I have loads more stories to tell, but by now you're probably very bored.

Thanks for reading this far