It Follows Me

Name:            Brandi Harper
Email:           dpshnw@dunhillhouston.com
Location:        Houston, TX
Anonymous:       No
Type:            Ghost
Date:            Friday, January 07, 2000
Time:            05:19 PM

I was visiting my biological father in North Carolina when my step-grandfather died. I never knew him very well, but he and my step-father (will be referred to as dad from hence forth) were very close. He died in the dining room of his house. Shortly after his death we moved into the house with my grandmother. In the beginning only small things would occur, the back door would open for no reason, window coverings would sway when there was no breeze. As a family it never bother us we always assumed it was my grandfathers ghost and would do us no harm.

My grandmother was not a happy person and towards the end of her life the developed Alzheimers and my dad had to place her in a home. When she passed away my dad had her buried next to my grandfather, something that she did not want to happen. This is when the strange things began happening.

My father woke one night because he felt something pressing him down on the bed. The presence started at his feet and was climbing up his body. He looked over at my mother who was sleeping soundly and unaffected, he called her name and she did not wake. Next my father said, Mom I am sorry I had nowhere else to put you and then it stopped. When he told us the story the next morning we all assumed he was dreaming. I now know otherwise.

Shortly after the episode with my father I had a similar experience of being pushed down on the mattress while I slept but contributed it to a dream because of my father story. In December of 1996 I gave birth to my son. When he was about three months old he would not sleep through the night so I would place him in his swing by my bed and let him play while I slept. On one particular morning after my husband had left for work I was sleeping and he was in his swing when I began to feel my body being pressed down into my waterbed mattress. I awoke but could not open my eyes or move. I could hear the television going and my son playing so I know I was awake. Then I began hearing this evil voice repeatedly say, You know I love you, you know I love you. Then I thought Oh dear God help me and it all stopped. I was scared to death and I am not sure what it was. I grabbed my son and went to my mothers house.

Nothing has happened since then and I hope is never does but my question is; was it my grandmother again, and if so what was she angry about . . . . . .