My Experiences

From: sherri (sherbear25@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: ottawa, ontario
Source: Form Submission

I never used to believe in ghosts, but in the last few years I've had what I believe to be ghostly experiences. It started a few years ago when I was still a skeptic, my sister and I heard of something where you put a ring on the end of a gold chain and ask it yes or no questions. If the answer is yes the chain swings back and forth, if the answer is no it goes in circles, thats when everything started for me.

Small things started happening that I couldn't explain. I'd be at my grandparents' house and my sister and I would be in bed about to go to sleep and something would fall or crash on the dresser across the room from us. When we'd get out of the bed and turn on the lights to check it out we couldn't find anything knocked over or broken. People have died in my grandparents house like my dad's grandmother and my grandmother's brother, and when we were kids we used to joke around that everyone's houses were haunted, but it was only joking. It was also a time when we were watching Freddy Krueger movies and I just put that incident off as my imagination and kind of forgot about that. Another thing that happened at that house is one night my sister and I were asleep and she just all of a sudden got up out of bed and stood directly in front of the mirror in the dark, and stared at it for about five minutes and then just climbed back in bed and went to sleep. I have never seen my sister sleep walk before or do anything weird in her sleep, and I have never seen her do anything like that ever since, so that made me a bit nervous. After that nothing happened for a while.

That stuff happened between 1994 and 1995 when I was 14 and 15 years old. When I was 16 I went through a phase in my life where I was depressed and I just wanted to die. I had been through some bad stuff for a few years before that and I was just starting to feel the effects of it in my life. As badly as I wanted to die I just couldn't do anything to harm myself partly because I was scared, and partly because I think that it is just a wimpy thing to do. So instead of trying to kill myself I would just pray to God every night to let me die. It didn't seem to work so I just kept asking him to help me feel better about myself and my life. During that time I had a dream that I could hear the devils voice, although I don't know what it was saying, and I could see The Virgin Mary and Jesus. I was a scared and confused and I didn't know what to make of the dream. When I woke up it felt like everything was watching me, the posters on my wall, my teddy bears, just everything. I was still feeling down and depressed, so I just kept asking God to get me through it. A year after I had a dream that The Virgin Mary came to thank me for praying and tell me my prayers were heard. I had also started to believe in paranormal things and maybe became a little more open to it.

Now I get to the story about the ring on the chain. The object was to ask it yes or no questions and the answer depended on which way it would swing. back and forth was yes and circles meant no. We started off asking questions like, "Do I live in Ottawa?", "Do I have 2 sisters?", stuff that we knew to see if it would be right. When it was right it would be questions like, "Will I ever be married?", "Am I going to live until I'm 65?", just weird stuff. Finally we'd ask questions about ghosts. I'd ask, "Is my house haunted?", the chain would swing back and forth. The next question would be "Is my grandparents' house haunted?", the chain would swing back and forth. "Is there a ghost next to me?", the chain would go in circles or whatever the answer was at the time. I don't know why I ever did that, because from day 1 after every time I did it I would feel incredibly guilty like I just did something wrong. I would also feel like there was something following me or watching me all the time. Finally I realized that if I felt that bad after using the chain that it must have been something evil and even though it was hard I stopped doing it. I also should mention that during the 13 years we lived at that house I used to have a recurring dream, I'd dream every few months about being trapped in my basement with some evil force, I don't know if any of that is paranormal, but it scared me.

I now believed in ghosts and hauntings, but I didn't understand why nothing ever happened. I thought if a house was haunted things were supposed to happen, ghosts were supposed to show that they were there. So while at my grandparents' place I said to my sister, "You'd think if this house had ghosts they would do something to show they were here.", I then put a toy we had on top of the bed or something and said "If there is a ghost here let us know you're here and move this toy". Then we left with my grandparents to do the groceries. When we got back to the house an hour or two later and everything was how we left it, then we got to the kitchen and my grandparents' little wooden cupboard of dishes, the doors were open on it, and the glasses that were sitting on top of the cupboard were smashed on the floor. Even a thick plastic cup was cracked down the side like it had been thrown really hard to the ground. There was also a piece of glass lodged in the carpet ant my grandfather cut his finger when he tried to pick it up. My sister and I were scared to death, and I learned never to ask for anything dumb like that again, also when we told my father he told us never to do that. I was 16 or 17 when that happened and nothing never really happened after that until I was about 19.

In 1999 my parents bought the house we live in right now, the down the street from our old place. We were packing up our things in the kitchen and we sat down for a break when my neighbor came over. It was just me, my mom, and my neighbor in the house and we were all sitting at the kitchen table talking about the new place, when the front door slammed open, like someone was angry and stormed out of the house, then the 2 doors slammed shut really hard. All 3 of us were startled, later my mom said it was probably the wind, but I don't see how it could have been the wind when both doors were already shut tightly. We moved in the summer of 1999 and about 4 months after we moved into the house I woke up at about 2am. My bed had a shelf beside it with my radio so I could listen to my CD's at night, then there was a small space between my shelf and my dresser, when I woke up I could see a little boy crouched between my dresser and shelf like he was looking for something. I shook my head and pinched myself to be sure I was awake, and it was still there. He was wearing jeans a t-shirt and a black baseball cap, he looked maybe 10 or 11 years old and was kind of transparent, he looked like a snowy television screen, like when the channel go out, but not quite as bad. I could still make out his features. The whole time I was looking at him he just stuck to whatever he was doing, he looked at me once for a minute and then turned away again I took that opportunity to bolt from my room and into my sister's. I told my mother about it, and about a year later she was talking to the next door neighbor and she said that when she and her husband first moved into their house, her husband saw a little boy up in their attic.

It is now July 2001 and strange things still happen. I haven't seen anything else, but about a month ago I was at my friend's house and we were sitting down talking and something in her kitchen made a loud crashing noise. When we checked nothing was out of place. Also about 2 weeks ago I was in bed trying to get to sleep and it felt like something was touching my feet, like running a finger lightly across it, then it felt like there was a hand around my ankle. I got really scared and went out to the living room to watch television until my sister got home. Since then nothing much has happened except for the feeling something is around you but ther has been no noises or anything being moved or anything.

Well that's my story about ghostly happenings. Everyone I know has experienced weird things and paranormal activities, and I've also been reading peoples experience off of the internet so I know I'm not crazy and I know I'm not the only person this happens to.