When I Least Expect It...

From: Sammy. (BlueRendered@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: My home in Portland, OR.
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Tue Jan 29 02:58:02 2008

I've always believed there was something weird about my house. Whether it was because of all the ghost stories/movies I read/watched, or if the feeling was real, I don't really know yet. Because of my friend just now, I've decided to share my experience with ghosts-or about what I think I heard and saw.

I can't remember when, but sometime ago (maybe a year back or so), I heard something: a cry.

It was nighttime, and I had randomly kept the kitchen light turned off as I did whatever (got something to eat, drink, or put something away; I can't remember). As I was exiting the kitchen, I heard that cry. It was a young male voice. He sounded like he was in pain.

I jumped, scared. (I always was a bit of a chicken.) My blood ran cold, and my heart started to pound against my chest...

A figure came around the corner... It was my father. I stared at him. "Was that you?" I asked shakily.

I could tell he was giving me a funny look. "What do you mean?"

"Did you... just call out?" I pressed.

"Uh... No," he replied.

"Oh," I said, "'cause I coulda sworn I just heard a guy." But Dad brushed me off, saying it was from watching too many movies. I half-believed him as I walked to my room, yet I couldn't get that vivid yell out of my mind, and somehow I knew (and I still know) that it was real. To me. Maybe, while my guard was down (I get scared easily, and usually I can't be comfortable in darkness without wondering. But that night, I was okay), a ghost decided to try me.

Anyway, we now FF to sometime later.

It was nighttime, again, and I was in the kitchen, again. But the light was on. At the time, my half-brother was staying over (he lives with his mother). I was, once again, exiting the kitchen.

Okay, so there's a bookcase right by the entrance. There's a space between it and the wall, and you can see right through. And that's what I did.

My gaze was pulled to that crack, and I was startled to see the plump figure of my brother running off. Determined to catch him in the act, I swerved around the corner, only to see him walking towards me in the hall, oblivious to my stare, and walking into the bathroom.

I thought, "What the hell was that, man?" I'm still a little uncertain. That runt could've done it, but I never actually saw what the person looked like (he was like a shadow).

and there were a couple of times when I thought (keyword: thought) I saw the faint figure of a little girl in a white dress in the dark hallway...

The first time was when I was walking towards my room. I closed my eyes for a second (for no apparent reason), and when I opened them again, I jerked my head and body back in shock and fear.

For a split second, that girl was standing there in front of me, watching me, and then, before I could have a chance to actually believe anything, she was gone.

Not too long ago, last week, I believe, I saw that same child. I was sitting in the living room, and I glanced at the hallway: was that her again? But she was gone, before, once again, I was able to believe anything.

Always, always, the darkness is this house seems to hold something. Whether in the darkness of the hall, or the kitchen, or my room, or even the garage (I feel eyes staring at me from the attic all the time, whenever I walk into the garage and do laundry. I've glanced up some times, and always I just saw a gaping hole with cobwebs in the corners; my eyes were never able to pierce the darkness, but it wasn't like I wanted to. Fear always made me look down again. Lately I've been walking in and out of the garage, keeping my gaze down and away from the attic), something, or someone, is always watching me... And they always seem to do something when I'm least afraid and (I guess you could say) paranoid. Like that cry (it was as though he was begging me for help that way), the boy dashing off, and the little girl popping up. Yet those eyes in the garage stare at me all the time. Probably trying to scare me.

It was nice to get that out. Thanks for reading my babble. :D