The Ticking Ghost

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Story type: Ghost
Location: a friends house
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Tue Aug  4 02:39:03 2009

My good friend has had alot of paranormal activity in her life. Her brother used to see Shape shifters. but the ghost in her house doesn't seem to like her brother. not in a bad way where it would hurt him, it just didn't like to be around him. the reason i say this is because whenever he's around you feel fine. No one seems to be watching you. The paragraphs below are my experinces with the ghost in her newest house. In each her brother has gone away to visit his newly wed brother. I call him 'The ticking Ghost.

One day my friend invited me to come over and spend the night. We had a lot of fun but as soon as the sun had set and her mother and father were in bed we started to hear things. We had got the feeling someone was watiching us. We both had to go to the bathroom very badly but we wouldn't leave the living room beacuse that was the only place that felt safe. We put on a movie and turned on all of the lights. I started to feel very frightened and sad. Also excited in my own way. We each curled in on ourselves and hoped he would go away. Her dog, Brisco, strted to sniff around and look at something that was not there. This was terrifying! Her mother came out and said it was time to go to sleep. So we went and sat in her room, but not for long. Her closet door swung open and made us scream. We grabbed out blankets and ran in to her mothers room. We made a bed on her floor. after a wile I her a door open loudly and slam shut, and i started to hear mumbling. I couldn't make out any word. After that I feel asleep and the next morning was fine.

Another time her cosin was over so we decied to swim and we had a lot of fun too. We were all happy and stuff so we sat in her room on her bed and that's when 'the feeling' came into our chests and throats. I felt someone touch the back of my head very gently. Yy friend's cosin and my friend felt this too. I got out my phone and turned on the recorded. we talk and asked the 'ghost' to tell us his/her name. We i played it back i heard the ticking of a clock when there were no clocks in the room that worked. Every recording it seemed to get louded and more pronounced, until it's just stoped. That night we still got nothing. We all felt fine though.