My grandpa and his ghost

When I was 15, I moved in with my grandpa.

I had lived at that house with my mom before when I was really young, and I always hated the upstairs floor because I had an encounter with a ghost there when I was 5 or 6. What had happened was I had been looking for my mom all over the house, and calling out for her.

“Mommy? Mommy? Where are you?” I already looked upstairs for her, but since I had just looked in the basement I figured she had time to go back up to her room.

When I got back up to her bedroom door and opened it, I again asked, “Mommy?”, only to find the shadowy figure of a man sitting on her bed across from me. He was watching me, and tilted his head. I heard him imitate me by asking, “Mommy?” as if he didn’t understand what it meant.

I screamed my head off and bolted downstairs, almost wanting to run backwards because I felt a presence behind me, but I just kept going, only to find my mom at the bottom of the stairs.

That has always haunted me. My grandpa talked to his neighbors who had lived there longer than him, and they told him that there was an older man with a beard named Frank who lived in the house two owners before him, and that he had died in the backyard while shoveling or raking, of a heart attack. Every time something unexplained happened to my grandpa, he had an ongoing joke about blaming Frank.

For example, my grandpa had gotten a new camera to snap photos of our vacation in Mexico that he set down on the desk.

He would go to the bathroom for a few minutes, and when he came back it would be gone. He searched throughout the house, and eventually gave up and bought a new one. A few days later, low and behold, the old camera was sitting on the desk where he had left it. He’d laugh it off, saying things like, “Damn you, Frank! You just outed me fifty bucks!”

It was almost like they were buddies, in their own weird way.

Fast forwarding back to moving in as a teen, I was still weary of the second floor.

Throughout living there until I was 20, my room had to, of course, be upstairs. I’d experienced footsteps stomping up and down the stairs which were just about three feet away from my bedroom door, my door closing by itself even though it wasn’t weighted and would stay where you left it, my cat growling and glaring into thin air, etc.

When I was about 18 and out to a movie with friends, my grandpa called me asking if I was home.

I said no and that I was on my way.

He said that was odd, because he swore he heard me crying right outside his window, and when he went out to look, nobody was there. A few days later, I was on the phone in bed and my cat kept jumping up on and bugging me so I temporarily locked her out by shutting the door until I was done with my conversation.

About a minute later, she jumped back on the bed, which made me immediately look up at my door, which had been opened again. Suddenly, I could hear a woman faintly crying on the other side.

It lasted for what seemed like forever, but was probably only around 15 seconds, until I got up to investigate.

Only then did it stop.

A few years later when I was 21, I moved out because my grandpa’s health had been deteriorating due to his alcoholism, and despite my help, he just wouldn’t help himself and I was getting sick of it, plus it seemed like the activity wasn’t going to cease.

Six months later, my grandpa died. It came as a huge shock, and for a while I blamed myself because I thought, maybe if I had stayed with him he would have somehow lived longer. Maybe I could have done something. But I kept my feelings to myself, because my mom was completely devastated, as she was pretty much his favorite kid and everyone in the family knew it. It was always kind of like that. My grandpa, my mom, my siblings and I.

The house was sold to the bank because he just honestly didn’t take very good care of it, and luckily the locks hadn’t been changed right away because I needed to grab a few personal items for my apartment that I’d left there.

When my husband and I walked through the house, it was eerily dark and cold, like a ghost of the house I knew growing up. I soaked it all in, all the memories that I’d never be able to visit again, because he was gone.

I still struggle with his death to be honest.

But I felt like I was being watched the whole time, which I didn’t mention to my husband because it was just the vibe that you felt at that house and nothing new.

But the weirdest part of all of this, is months later, my mom and aunt spoke to an alleged psychic, who said my grandpa hasn’t moved on yet. She said he’s staying with “The boy”, who we assume is my little brother who has down syndrome.

My grandpa watched my brother at least every other weekend for his entire life. Before he was cremated, my mom tried to gently tug my brother into looking at GP (which is what all of us called him), but he shook his head and refused.

We think GP stays with David to keep him at peace. But the psychic said GP also hangs out with someone in the after life.

An older man, who has a beard.

They spent weeks trying to decipher who the psychic was talking about, until they told me about what she said and I immediately gasped and said “Frank!” Their eyes lit up. “Oh my God, I think you’re right!” My aunt was stunned.

To this day, I firmly believe that when my grandpa isn’t with my brother, he’s hanging out in the afterlife with Frank, haunting the house with the ghost that haunted him. To the next person who ends up living there, good luck

Why I Ain’t Ever Visiting Mexico

I used to work as a housekeeper in a nursing home and one day at lunch, our department got into a conversation about paranormal experiences that each of us had had. There were, surprisingly, quite a few.

One story told by my friend from Mexico stood out to me in particular. I was on edge the entire night after she told us her story.

She is in her 50’s now, but back when she was in her twenties, she was visiting her mom in Mexico, and in her mom’s house, my friend and her siblings had always had odd experiences. They would hear the sound of a woman sobbing in the back yard at night, but there would be no one out there, along with other creepy little things.

Anyway, this one particular time my friend was at her mother’s home, she was staying in one of the spare rooms. During the night, my friend woke up to the feeling of something, like a person, crawling on top her blankets. She said she held super still, and whatever IT was, crawled all the way up her body and she felt something sniffing her face. There wasn’t anything there, at least that was visible.

The next morning she told her family what happened, but of course, no one believed her.

A few weeks later, her brother stayed in that same room and something similar happened to him.

She told me this almost 3 years ago, but I still get freaked out just thinking about it. She said she won’t stay the night at her mom’s house anymore, and I really don’t blame her.

The Barbie radio…

So, this encounter happened when I was probably 6 to 8 years old. I am now 21 but I can remember this like it happened yesterday. I lived in a middle of no where town in California, and I hated the silence of this crap town. So I always slept with the TV or the radio on. My tv had broken a few days prior so I brought out my old Barbie dream radio from my closet. God I hated that closet.. But that is for another time.

This night was especially quiet and very Erie. It was a school night and late so I had to force myself to sleep. I turned on my Barbie radio which was already programmed to the FM station that I liked, then I crawled into bed. It was probably about 40 minutes later and I still was not asleep. My room felt odd all of the sudden and changed from the simicalm feeling, to cold and frightening one. I should tell you this was not my first paranormal experience and I was very perceptive to changes within a space I occupied. Realizing that a entity was probably around I stayed laying in bed staring at my ceiling hoping it would go away. When I Hurd the click of my radio changing what program it was on. On this radio it had the ability to change from FM to AM as well as tapes and CDs, however ,there was a little lever that had to be pushed in order to make it change the program.

After the click the sound of white noise filled my room. The volume was being turned up ever so slowly and I could hear a man talking. Barley audible this mans voice crept out of the radio leaving a sour taste in my mouth, as I huddled under my blanket in fear of getting off my bed to shut it off. I did not want to let this thing know I was even awake. A few more minutes go by of the sound of white noise and a faint male voice which got louder as my radio’s volume continued to climb however, I was not able to make out what he said at this point. The max of this radio’s volume was not loud enough to wake my mom on the other side of the house, just loud enough to creep me out and make my room sound like I had my tv plugged in on a station I did not have.

The next thing I hear coming from the radio however, is what makes this tale so damm scary! I tilt my head ever so slightly to see if I can see anyone in my room. No one. Great! Then the sounds of crackling and static gets louder. There is a faint scream coming from the radio that is also getting louder. And then all of the sudden the radio says my name! Loudly I hear TABBI in a husky male voice I have never Hurd before! I am beyond freaked out at this point I fly out of bed grab my radio, which is still making the staticky sound and flipping from am to fm. Rip open my window and throw the radio out the window. My mom comes rushing in as she Hurd the window screech and me making clashing noises as I ripped the Radio plug out of the wall in complete darkness. As I hear the satisfying crunch of the radio hitting the floor the sound stops and my mother bursts through my door. I turn around as I was looking out the window and scream. She asks what the hell are you doing? I scream agian and run to her crying and holding her legs.

A while later she gets me to calm down and brings me to her room and I slept with her that night. Ever since then I sleep with my room completely scilent and the light on at the foot of my bed. So, if you ever were concerning getting your little girl a Barbie dream radio, don’t! I don’t know if it was as just mine but that thing was possessed. I never moved it as I didn’t want to go around it. But a week after the incident and it was long out of my mind, I walked by it unintentionally, as it made a staticky noise and I Hurd a faint hello… come from it I ran to my mother telling her what I wouldn’t before. She believed me and rushed to throw the thing away about a mile or more from our house…

UFO Sightings

My story starts in a town called Chico in Northern California. My wife and I decided to go to a park that’s down the street from our place on a clear night in 2016. We arrived at the park where there were a few soccer games going on at the playing fields so we went to an area a little hidden away from places people were at because we brought some adult beverages.

As we were star gazing I had noticed something moving in the sky. It was obviously closer than satellites are and moving at a fast steady pace across the sky and we actually caught this on camera. After we stopped filming we kept looking in the general area and noticed that it had just disappeared. Nothing too creepy just a little Paranormal.

Fast forward about a half a year and we have a more intense sighting. It was about 2am and I needed to go get cigarettes and while we were at it some snacks and lottery scratchers. I’m driving and my wife is in the passenger seat and we leave our apartments and turn on the main road.

Immediately I look up in the sky and I see a very bright object in the sky and notice something is odd about it. It’s a neon blue color and it’s making some weird movements. At first I thought it was a star but then comparing it to other stars it was 20 times brighter and bigger then the odd movements verified for me that I’m seeing a UFO.

“Do you see that?” I said while pointing it out to my wife, “that’s a UFO!” Next the object quickly moves what had to be miles downward but at a slight curve too, then stop and bouncers a little higher back upwards also with a slight curve and then side to side.

My wife freaks out and screams “It’s following you, your attracting it!” and she sounds a little mad at me and frightened. She’s thinking I was attracting t because I had been doing a lot of Paranormal and Truther research for the past year and she was well aware I pay attention to Ufology and aliens so this whole incident happened because of my research and whatever it was wanted me to see it to prove it’s real. “Oh my God” my wife whimpers from the fear that the object knew we had noticed it and the next movement was going to be towards us for abduction.

We then drove under some trees that blocked our sight and after passing them the object was gone and we were very relieved. It was a little troubling that we were witness to UFO’s that were beyond any earthly capability, it’s hard to comprehend that something like this was now part of my real actual reality.

My wife would always tell me people can make up stories about aliens and it’s probably not true but now I know I can always reference what we had just witnessed if she ever tries to mention UFO’s and aliens are just made up lies.

 

The cat that spoke

I was 12 years old when this took place. I live in the Houston Texas area and I loved the paranormal until this happened. My Papa and I was going to a real hotel that was supposedly haunted in liberty texas.

The lady who owned the hotel said we would be the only people in so we could expirence it alone. Take to mind this was 4 years ago and I don’t know every exact detail. Anyways when we got to the hotel we met up with the lady who owned the place and we showed us our room we were going to be renting. We went to the room and unpacked the bags and got into bed after setting up a camcorder watching the door. I was almost asleep when I heard a meow.

Yes a meow in the hotel.

I was kind of stardled by this since it’s not a pet friendly hotel. So I woke my Papa up and told him about the meow so we took the camcorder and went outside the room. I remeber looking under the doors and seeing shadows under every single room.

But she told us no one else would be here.

Anyways we shook it off as maybe staff or cleaning lady’s cleaning the rooms. We went to the main office and told the lady and she said that there for sure aren’t supposed to be anyone else but us at the hotel that night.

Right as she finished her sentence a full black cat walked in the hotel from the main door which was open because the lady was outside smoking. We started recording the cat and it meowed and we didn’t think anything of it so I reached down and pet it. We left the next morning and went home to review the tapes we recorded.

What I saw when I skipped to the cat part will forever frighten me. The cat walked in and when it meowed I heard the most chilling ghost like voice say “get out.”

I still have the recording today and if I can find it I will send it in somehow.