They've Always Been There

From: Kayla (pinksugar_butterfly@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Arkansas
Source: Form Submission

Ever since I was a little girl, I can remember strange things happening around me, most I didn't pay much mind to. Every child sees something here and there but doesn't pay attention and therefore, doesn't remember it- or something like that. Anyway, I'm writing out, for the first time, some of the paranormal things that I have witnessed.

The first thing I really, clearly remember, was when I was three years old. I was over at my friend, Keaton's house with my mom. The apartment had an upstairs and that is where Keaton's room was. His room was to the left of the stairs and his mother's to the right with the bathroom between, as best I can remember at least. Well, while our mothers were talking in the kitchen downstairs, Keaton and I were rolling cars down the stairs, throwing stuffed animals down the stairs- you know, what little kids do on stairs when they're bored. I remember he had a stuffed toy snake laying on the steps and we were hitting it with cars.

Anyway, all of a sudden, Keaton stands up and asks me to come into his room. He wanted to show me a video game or something. So I stood up and followed him. We were sitting by the door. He was concentrating on his game but I turned my head and glanced into his mom's room. I did a double take because there, standing in the doorway, was a man dressed in black pants, a scarlet button-up shirt, and a black vest over it. His hair was black and he was shadowy-looking.

The man just stood there, one hand on his hip, looking at me. After a second, he turned and went up by Gina's bed and out of sight. I got a really bad, shivery feeling but turned back to Keaton and his game.

After a second, his mother called for him, so he and I stood up and went back to the stairs. He headed downstairs and I stayed, standing at the top of the stairs, looking at the snake. All of a sudden, I got this cold feeling and felt two big hands on my back. As soon as I felt the hands, I was pushed down the stairs.

Now, I remember rolling, head over heels, down the stairs, but I can't remember any pain or ever touching anything. It was like I floated, doing flips, down stairs. At the bottom landing, I was caught and gently placed on my bottom on the floor- dazed, but unharmed. I looked up the stairs but nothing was there. I had made no noise- no one came from the kitchen to see what had happened. I hadn't a bruise or scratch on me. And I was caught by something I couldn't see- an angel perhaps? Who knows but after I stood up, mom came from the kitchen and it was time to go home.

Also, when I was little, I had a doll that was about two feet tall and she would be in a plastic doll stroller by my bed. I can remember laying down at night and looking at her and she would be blinking or, one minute her head would be facing away, the next minute, she was looking at me. I don't remember being scared of her- in fact, that doll is in my closet as we speak. But those occurances stick out in my mind. I can also remember my Barbies moving around in their house at the end of the bed. I used to always have the house cleaned and had the furniture placed perfectly in place as my mom had shown me, but I'd wake up and it would be moved around.

When I turned five, my baby brother was born in Febuary. In the summer, he had a baby swing- this was 1990 and back then, the cranks to wind up the swing was hard to turn. I used to put stuffed animals in it and then go get my step stool to reach the crank and strain to turn it.

Once morning, I got a teddybear and went into the living room where the swing was set up. Mom, Dad, and my little brother were outside in the back yard so I had the swing to my self. So I put my teddy in the seat and ran to get my step stool.

I brought the stool back and placed it under the crank, but as soon as I put my foot on it to step up, the crank began to turn its self. I just watched it crank up, then the swing pulled itself back and began to swing. I wasn't scared at all, just stood there, smiling at my 'baby' swinging.

All was fairly quiet until my great-grandmother died and we moved into her house- where we currently reside. She was constantly tormented in this house- demons and spirits haunted her final years. She died of cancer and I have her bedroom. Every once in a while- it has become less frequent- I would walk into my room and it would just reak of her perfume. I mean, it would be so strong it would choke me. I would leave the room and come back a few moments later and the smell would be gone. Now, sometimes I will smell her in the kitchen, or livingroom, or the hallway, but it's been a few months since I've run into her again.

All these were fairly 'un-scary' things. It was almost normal. Nothing really bad happened until one day.

I was laying with my head in my closet because my cat, Precious, had just had her first litter of kittens. I had a pillow in front of them and was just enjoying the smell of them- kittens smell so good, don't they?- when Precious began to hiss. I thought she was mad at me so I made a move to get up, but as soon as I moved, I heard a deep, demonic voice say, "Come with me." The hairs stood up on the back of my neck but I calmly stood up, said, "No!", and walked out of my room. That was like the door opening because it all went downhill after that.

I pretty much began to forget about the evil voice and got to where I could lay with the kittens again. But, a few months later, I began to get an irrational fear of my room at night- which I still sometimes carry even though I'm 16. I would sneak into the livingroom in the middle of the night and sleep on the couch in front of the television. My mom or dad would wake up and find me there but instead of making me go back to my room, they'd just turn off the tv and leave me.

Well, one night, I woke up and the tv was off. I blinked, looked up, and nearly wet myself. There, standing over me, arms stretched down towards my throat, was a man in a black trenchcoat and a pointed hat. I couldn't see his face, he was cloaked in shadow. I was scared out of my mind, but I calmly sat up, stood up, and ran as fast as I could into my room. Needless to say, unless someone's with me, I don't go into the livingroom by myself at night anymore.

Here's another reason I won't stay in the livingroom at night: My brother and I would walk together into the livingroom at night to sit under the ceiling fan in the summer to cool off. This is where we met with another ghost.

We were sitting on the couch- I was closer to the hall in case we had to run- enjoying the cold air, when we both noticed an old, robust woman walking up the front porch and going to the door. The screen opened and we heard three, light taps on the door. We both stayed still- we knew it was a ghost. After a few seconds, we heard four, light raps on the door. Then, five, then six, then finally, as if she was angered, she hit the door with a solid 'BOOM' that shook the house and dissappeared. The screen slammed shut and my brother and I took off for our rooms. Amazingly- and not so surprising- our parents never heard it. But my brother and I have seem her several times.

Also, there is another ghost who is outside the house, right under my window to be exact, though I've only seen him once- but once was enough for me. All he did was jump up and hit my window as hard as he could while I was standing in front of it. It left a bid hand print that I saw the next morning.

Now, all this happened when I was 10-12 years old, but when I hit thirteen, things really got freaky.

Now, you know when a girl hits thirteen the hormones kick in and they just love babies. Well, I loved kids and that is why I think the next ghost showed himself to me. I nicknamed him Joey. He was a cute little boy, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and the cutest dimples you ever saw. He was tiny, maybe three years old, in foot pajamas and carrying a tattered, bloodied teddybear. The blood was from the gash that colored its way across his little neck. He'd obviously been murdered.

The little boy never talked, just watched me, and at night, he'd come turn my tv on and off until I told him to 'go to bed'. He never really scared me, or bothered me, but I think that since I seemed to not mind his presence, other presences came to me.

The man who tried to choke me would show up in my mirror from time to time, just watching. He never threatened me again. I saw a little girl in the mirror with him- she looked scared. I saw orbs of light coming from my closet at night. They would chase eachother around my ceiling and I'd lay in bed watching them. Orbs would be seen in my mirrors, on my bed, under my bed, in the closet, by the closet.

Little children flocked to me, little girls dressed in victorian finery, carrying dolls that would make princesses green with envy, others in rags, one naked- she'd drowned in the bath I believe. All just watched me- I rarely heard any noise from them.

But one child interacted with me- a little red head with a red pant suit on. Before, mom had put a plastic doorstop behind my doorknob on the wall. It stuck to the wall with tacky glue on a patch or someting, anyway, it was hard to pull off- at least for me.

I was sitting on my bed, watching tv and minding my own business when this little doorstop 'pops' and rolled on the floor to my bed- ACROSS THE ROOM. My room is about fourteen feet long and if that thing just popped off- which it had before- it couldn't get that much distance. I thought nothing of it though and got up, picked the stopper up, and put it back on the wall where it belonged. I gave it a test pull, pushed it back on hard, and went back to my bed to finish my movie. A few minutes later, 'pop'. The stopper hit my bed post. I looked down at it, back at the wall, the back at the stopper, then back at the wall, then grabbed it and put it back on the wall. I tested it, hit it to get it to stay on, then went back to my bed.

A few minutes later, 'pop'! The doorstopper hit me in the side of my head. Yeah, imagine my surprise. I heard a little girl's laughter afterwards and there by where the stopper goes was a little girl with red hair and a red jumper. She laughed and laughed, and dissappeared. I grumbled and put the stopper back.

It came off once more, hit the tv, then rolled to the bedpost. I turned to the little girl, stood up, and said, "If you don't leave that doorstopper where it belongs, I'm going to give you a whipping you won't soon forget!" The girl dissappeared and I've not seen her since.

I've felt all sorts of bad things- hands on my back when I sit in my room, hands on my back when I'm in the shower, bad spirits around me all the time. I have a bad bathroom hang-up from such things.

The most recent ghost I've seen though, was a reflection in my bathroom mirror. I was brushing my teeth, and in the mirror, you can see into the livingroom a bit. Well, I was looking in the mirror when a wet, naked, blonde woman walked by the space of livingroom I could see. At first I thought it was my mom but as I watched the mirror, waiting for her to come out, she never did. Finally, keeping my eyes on the mirror, I rinsed my toothbrush and went into the livingroom. No one was there. From the livingroom, I went to mom's room. She was sound asleep- hadn't moved or had time to fall asleep since I'd been in the bathroom.

If I hadn't went before I had brushed my teeth, I would have wet myself right then and there.

Well, these are the most prominent of experiences I can recall to you. Thankyou for reading.