I Give

From: Jamie Porter (dlp1972)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Yerington, NV
Source: Form Submission

Well, I tried to get empathic reports on this thing, but since they aren't, well, here's my story.

I could say it started that one time, but then I would be wrong. I think it started with the ringing. When I was young, I would have these dreams about a horrible ringing. So loud it hurt my ears. I would wake up sweating and panting.

Well, as a result of adrenaline, little rushes I always get that make me do something I would normally think stupid, I decided to try astral projection. For all you lamens out there, astral projection is a way to try to go " Further" into your dreams. I'll never try that again. I would wake up with that ringing, only it was REAL, I swear to God.

Anyway, let's cut to the chase. After this, my brother, a friend named Bobby, and I tried telling a ghost story in a really dark room. Everytime I got to a certain part, which was " Clankety-clank-clank.", I would hear tapping on the walls. Yes, we were alone in the house.

I admit it, we got so spooked that we ran out of the house and spent the rest of the day trying to catch the ghost.

Guess you guys think this is pretty wussy. Well, lemme tell you THIS!

I was telling the same story in a different room of the house. Other kids were with us. I was telling the story, and suddenly my eyes focused on a mirror. There were flames inside it, outlining some kind of head. I managed to wait it out. Nothing else happened, and nothing else has happened. I'll update you dudes on this as it progresses.