Why Me?

From: Brandy (dixiecowgirl_06@yahoo.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Many States
Source: Form Submission

Growing up for me was strange, not just any strange, but ghostly strange. I've been moving ever since i was 2 years old, and from the age of 9 I remember more about my childhood. When I lived in North Carolina, a friend and myself had seen a ghost in my backyard, but that wasn't all to the story. My parents had sent me home with a friend to get another CD to play at my friends parents house party. So we went home and ran inside being young and the sky dark, our imagination went crazy, we walked in and turned on every light in the house, I heard the phone ring close to about 11:00 pm, so i answered it, an old lady on the end asked if a girl named Star was there, I said no im sorry but you have the wrong number. We went back to looking for the CD, and couldn't find it, so we looked in the truck outside. Our sensor light would come on, but when i was in the truck it suddenly turned off and we looked into the backyard from the side view of my house and there was a glowing image of what seemed like a girl, just walkin in front of us. We ran and not seeing our bikes tripped over them and went to my friends house. I still have a scar from that night on my shin.

When i was 11 my parents and I moved to Las Vegas NV, where we bought this old creepy house. My sister was having dreams of me stabbing her, or people out of nowhere coming into the house and herting her, the dreams were related to everyone in the house and the house itself. My dad blessed the room and she stopped having nightmares, But next my other sister had them in her room, so my dad blessed her room and they went away. The dreams came to my room, and no matter how many times my dad had blessed the room the dreams would stay, so we later moved.

When i turned 13 my family and I moved to Fernandina Beach (Amelia Island) in Florida. We have been here for over 3 years, and I've seen people in my room and only in my room. I was trying to sleep one night when I looked up on my wall and there was this glowing image, I knew it wasn't the moon because it wasn't facing my room that night, I even more knew it wasn't the moon when it moved all over my walls and by the bottom of my bed in less then 5 minutes. Also one night while sleeping on my stomach, I woke up when turning over, and when I did I saw a lady behind my door, I looked up and she vanished into my wall. Another ghost I've seen in my room freaked me out even worse. I was sleeping and I was having a dream that i was watching TV in my moms room and a girl opened up her door and started running at me, before this girl got to me I woke up and I looked over by my dresses and I had seen a girl dancing whereing no clothes, to make sure I was seeing clearly I kinda leaned up and she evedently saw me and started running, I hid under my covers while she ran past my bed and through my door, I was so freaked out by it all my bed felt like someone was shaking it, but it was really me with my panic attack.

I've had dreams that turn into real life happen to me twice, and so much more. Am I a magnet for these ghost, or do I have a gift to see the dead? I often ask myself that question, and another; why me?