Lost Child

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Story type: Ghost
Location: New Zealand
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sun Oct 28 20:49:47 2007

Ever since i can remember i've had a wierd interest in the paranormal, you may even call it an obsession. I've been reading ghost stories ever since i could read and love to hear about other peoples experiences. I've watched nearly every single horror movie thats been made and if i haven't, i may have not found it yet. But even after hearing storys and having my own experiences i still have my doubts and im still not a true believer in the paranormal. PS: That is not a hint to ghosts reading this to prove me wrong hehe. PSS: My story is pretty long, sorry.

Anyways my first experience began when i was 9 years of age. My dad worked for the City Council. One day after work, he noticed a bunch of roses, still with the roots intact which meant he could still plant them. Being a council building, this wasnt unusual as the council takes care of the parks, cemetrys, reserves etc, anything of that nature. That afternoon, dad bought the roses and put them in a bucket with water in the wash house.

That night, we heard cats crying from outside, which wasnt wierd as the neighbouring houses had cats. But what was wierd was that it seemed like it was coming from all around the house, like they were running around the house crying. Too scared, i just stayed in my bed and went back to sleep. The next day was a Saturday so mum and dad decided to plant the roses. Since my room had a bare garden just below the windows, they decided to plant them there.

That night as i was going to sleep, i could hear something banging on my window. My window frame was made of wood and it sounded like someone was trying to open the window with a knife or something. What was really dumb was that my light was on and everyone was in the house. If you stood outside our house at night, you could tell everyone was home so this person was either really dumb or really confident. My parents ran in and someone was still trying to get into the house, we opened the curtain and nothing was out there yet the window was moving like someone was still trying to open it, scary!!!. My dad walked out, bat in one hand and torch in the other and to his surprise and to ours as well, there was no one there. No foot prints in the garden. And you can not stand in our garden without making footprints unless you were 10 feet tall and could stretch out from the driveway to my window, which is highly unlikely and even if that was remotely possible, how could you explain the fact that even when we were looking directly out the window there was no one there even though the window was still moving violently like someone was trying to crank it open.

The next day, we went to check my window out and the wood was chipped like someone was trying to open the window using a crowbar of some sort so it could not have been wind. What kind of wind would chip wood in that way? But thats not the end of it. On Monday when dad went back into work, there was an email sent to all employees with regards to the Roses left outside the building. They were advised to bring them back to be incinerated. Apparently the roses were from the local Cemetry and they were dropped off to be incinerated but somehow they ended up infront of the building instead of at the back. And these were the roses planted outside my window...

My next encounter was by the far the freakiest because 3 people had almost the same encounter. Im now 21 and living with my partner and his family. I awoke one night wanting to use the bathroom. You know how when you get up in the middle of the night and its dark and your eyes are still adjusting to your surroundings plus the sleep dats covering your eyes does not help at all. It was late at night and my partner was still fast asleep. (It was just us and his 3 lil cousins at home, the adults had gone out for the night.) I stumbled my way in the dark and finally managed to open the door.

To my surprise *hello it was in the middle of the night*, there infront of me was a lil boy, head down, with his back pack on, thinking it was my partners lil cousin *it was dark so i couldnt really see but the height and build were the same as the lil cousin*, well call him Tony. I asked him what was wrong and he didnt reply so i told him to back to sleep because it was the weekend and there was no school. I remember walking around him to get to the bathroom because i hit the wall.

When i finished my business, i walked out and he wasnt there anymore. But just to be sure, i walked into the kids bedrooms and the 2 girls were fast asleep so i checked on lil Tony and he was fast asleep. I tapped him on the shoulder to make sure he was sleeping and he was sleeping like he had not been awake. At this point i was totally freaked out and noticed that he was wearing his pyjamas compared to the red shirt and black pants i saw him wear when he was at the door and no backpack in his room. With my brain finally realising what had happened, i ran straight to my room and held my partner as hard as i could and after what seemed like an eternity, i fell asleep.

The next day i told my partner who passed it off as a wierd dream. I would have believed it if it hadnt been for his mum telling me about her dream the following night. We were in the kitchen having a coffee and a smoke when she told me she had a dream *me and my partners mum are pretty close and she tells me everything, little or big* She said that she was walking to the kitchen and noticed a lil boy standing in the corner, thinking it was Tony, she walked back to the lounge but Tony was in there watching Cartoon Network in a different set of clothes. Apparently the lil boy was wearing exactly what i had described earlier, red shirt, black pants and his back pack on. This totally freaked me out because i had not told her about my experience and neither had my partner.

Then about 2 weeks later, my partner was getting ready to have a shower. The bathroom is just before our bedroom door. Just before he reached our door, i heard him let out a gasp, like he had just gotten a fright. I asked him what was wrong and after awhile, he said it was nothing. I continued watching T.V. He finished his shower and came into the room to get changed. When he got back, he went on to explain what had happened before his shower. He said he didnt want to tell me coz he knew i'd get scared. But he said that on his way to our room before his shower, he happened to look in the bathroom. There standing near the doorway was a little boy. Just standing there smiling at him. Not a friendly smile, but more of a cunning smile, like a smile to show that he was up to no good.

My partner let out a gasp, more coz he was shocked. He too at first, thought it may have been his lil cousin Tony so he looked back. He saw nothing. There is only 1 way in and out of the bathroom so if it were Tony, he could have seen or heard him go passed but nothing. I haven't checked up on the history of the house but my partner and his family have been living there all his life which is about 25 years or more.

Thats my story. Its not to scare anyone, more to advise people, that there are things in this world that we can not explain and do not understand. You can choose to believe or you can choose not to. Even after all this, i am still not a believer but believe that someday we will look back and realise that some things happen for a reason. I havent found that reason but hopefully i will and even if i dont then I look forward to seeing God and asking him :):)