When I was a Kid

From: Marie Jo Cantuaria (mariejopink25@yahoo.com.br)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Rio Negrinho - SC - Brazil
Source: Form Submission

When I was a Kid

Well, I have wrote many stories to this website already. I am sorry about my English, it might be not so good as I am a Brazilian and have been speaking ( learning) English for 6 years only.

Well, what a coincidence… I was going to tell you a story that happened to me when I was about 6 years old. That was in 1986. This is the only ghost encounter I can remember I had while a kid. The other encounters I had with “ghosts” or supernatural were when I got to the adult’s age ( from 20 on).

I always tried to find some reasonable explanation for all the supernatural experiences I had, and all that I could get to say to myself was: This is just my mind, this is just my imagination.

But some of the events just ran out of my control, and there was no way for my mind to create them. If you read my story “ The Haunted Path in the Yard”, you’ll see that I FELT, more than once, a strange feeling on the same place. The occurrences were more than one year apart and other people confirmed they felt the same thing in that place. And there was a good reason for “ bad feelings or presences” in that place: the sad and strong energy of two murdered elders.

When I told my stories to a medium, she told me I am a sensitive person, like a lot of people in the world are, and that I can develop this “ power”. Maybe I prefer to not develop it but just make a research to check if “it” is true, and more, to check if ghosts are true, as I was always fascinated by them.

Well, like I was saying, I was 6 years old and I went to one of my aunt’s house with the family for a Christmas gathering. My aunt’s name was Ivone, and she used to live in an old house ( built in 1934 or so) with a very big and beautiful yard on the back. In the yard, there was another wood house where she used to live when she just married, and they were also building another bigger house for them and the kids, so that there are 3 houses and a ranch on their land. The house used to be from her parents-in-law, but her mother-in-law had died some years before and then Ivone moved in with husband and kids to the 1934’s house as her father-in-law moved to the wood house.

Well, the Christmas party was happening in the 1394’s house, and as a kid, I got into the house running when my cousin told me: “ Marie, go to the front room to check the Holly Family we built”. There was a tradition in our family, just like most of the Brazilian families, to built the Christmas Tree and built a Holly Family scenario on the bottom of it, with Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the cows, horses, the shepherds, some grass, little trees, water fonts and etc.

Well, I went to the front room to check the Holly Family when some strange feeling just stopped me in front of the open door. I looked and the Holly Family but got a strong feeling in my head telling me: do not enter the room! I was only 6 years old and there was nothing there that could scare me. There was only the joy of Christmas, the fancy tree and the gifts scattered all over the room.

I tried to stare at the Holly Family but something on the corner of the room was like pushing my eyes to look at it, but I was so terribly frightened that I didn’t dare to take my eyes off the floor. I just couldn’t move any part of my body… I kept there staring at the floor for about a minute when I heard my mother calling me, and then I ran back to the kitchen. My cousin came in and asked if I saw the Christmas Tree and stuff, and I said: “ No…”.

He then went back to the living room with me and only with him along I was able to enter in the room, and the bad feeling disappeared.

Now, remembering all that happened, I got a good explanation which my mother and aunt confirmed. My aunt’s mother-in-law used to have her bedroom in that front room, and she was not very fond of kids. I think that when I was a kid, I was much more sensitive than now and I felt her in the front room, so that I got frightened and couldn’t move or look at her. You know, many people say that kids are still pure and can even see ghosts.

I think she was there and didn’t want me to enter into her old room, as I was a strange to her and she didn’t like other kids, but when her grandson came in she let us in the room and just went away.

Well, there are more things to tell about that house, as I live there nowadays… destiny is funny isn’t it?