Collection of Ghost Stories: Personal Encounters (Part 2)

Collection of Ghost Stories: Personal Encounters (Part 2)

Collection of Ghost Stories: Personal Encounters (Part 2)

This is the second part of my collection of ghost stories, so if you haven’t read the first part already, then click here. In my last post, I said I’d saved my creepier stories for last (so it’s probably better to start with part one and to then come back here, to save you some disappointment). Well, I wasn’t lying. Here are the five creepiest encounters I’ve had to date. Although they’ll be fun to tell, I don’t want to have any more because…you know…creepy.


In this encounter, I was sent a message…

The next experience in my (too large for comfort) collection of ghost stories, is unusual, to say the least. Before I tell you, I just need to clarify that at this point I hadn’t told anyone about my intentions to communicate with the ‘ghost’ that was clearly haunting me in my own home (obvs). You’ll find out why I had to clarify this, in a second. So, by this time I’d seen a lot of strange stuff and I decided that I needed to speak to whoever was bothering me. I didn’t send them a note like the average person would. I went a step further and actually decided to communicate with the ghost through books. Well, book titles, to be more specific.

I won’t tell you what book the title of the book was to save myself the embarrassment, but I kid you not, by the time I woke up there was a book on top of mine. To make it worse, the book was right next to my pillow, squashed against the wall. As I was lying on the bottom bunk, it would have made it very difficult for someone to reach over me to put a book on top of mine without disturbing me. Seeing as I was the oldest and my bedtime was later than my siblings’, it’s unlikely that my siblings had put the book there.


Who was the culprit?

It’s possible that my mom played a prank on me and put the book there, but she’s never brought it up. What I can’t get my head around, is why she would’ve thought to put the book there in the first place. She would’ve had no reason to, as I never told her that the book was a form of ‘communication.’ I also read a lot when I was younger, so it’s more than likely that she would’ve thought I was reading before falling asleep, over anything else.

Either way, it was exciting to see a new book on top of mine! In short, I was telling the ghost something, and the book’s title? Only ‘Sea Story.’ Sea Story. See story. See? ;D That was the title of the book, no joke. By the way, this happened in the same house that’s heavily mentioned in the first part of my collection of ghost stories.

What are the odds?


There was a red-eyed silhouette

I think this is the first strange thing that had happened in this darn house. From then on, things came to me out of nowhere. Because this next one occurred during the night, I wouldn’t blame you for seriously doubting this story.

I’d just woken up for whatever reason and the room was really dark, so it was obviously late. What I saw directly ahead of me, though, really scared me. Standing in the middle of the room was a silhouette with red eyes. They had a slight glow to them, but despite this, I didn’t feel like whatever I was looking at was malicious in any way. Now, I know what you’re thinking. How could you see a silhouette if the room was dark? Well, the room was dark but the silhouette was darker. And I saw a silhouette. I DID.

Come to think of it, I don’t really know how or why I thought the thing wasn’t malicious. I just didn’t.  I also remember that the figure wasn’t even looking at me. They were looking at my sister. Weird. We were sharing the top bunk together, and she was lying asleep on the other end.

Whatever it was clearly hadn’t noticed that I’d woken up, so I quickly turned over and hugged my Winnie the Pooh teddy until I fell asleep again.


Was it a shadow person?

Apparently, there is such thing as ‘shadow people’ according to some sources. Supposedly, shadow people are ghosts who appear as shadows because they’re relying on the energy of others to make an appearance. They’re just like ‘ordinary ghosts’ but they aren’t connected to Source (I would think of Source as ‘God’ – or, the ‘original’ pool of energy of which we’re all made up from) as they appear or something like that. It was a long time ago when I searched it, and frankly, I can’t be bothered to search it up again. But was it a shadow person? Who knows?


More glowing eyes…

On another occasion, one of my sisters and I were sitting on the top bunk talking about something, and I leaned over to look at the floor (there were three beds – one really tall bed that we were sat on, and a separate bunk bed below it. Together, the beds formed an overall ‘L’ shape). When I looked at the bottom bunk, there seemed to be a silhouette of a little kid lying in the bed. Ladies and gentlemen, this small silhouette HAD WHITE EYES. I KID YOU NOT. When I asked my sister to look over the edge of the bed, she said she didn’t see anything. That was when I told her I would be sleeping with her that night.


A more sinister experience

Next in my little collection of ghost stories is the scariest encounter to date. I can honestly say that this is an experience that I will never forget (cliché alert). Seriously, this was a shitty experience and I hope to never feel like this again. This one makes me nervous to write about, so I’m going to try to make it quick.

At this time, I was sleeping really badly and I’d woken up in the night. I immediately got a bad feeling and not long afterward, I felt as though a darker presence had come into my room. To all the sceptics out there, I give you full permission to laugh because I know it sounds ridiculous. Although I couldn’t see anything, I could feel that something was in the room and it felt as though someone was giving me a demented smile. It circled my room before leaving, but it didn’t stop there. I felt like whatever it was wanted to hurt me, but because I was asking for protection (cue laughter, because I know you want to laugh), it couldn’t get back into my room.

It was like I could feel its anger at not being able to come in, and I felt a big burst of rage right as there was a massive bang in the upstairs hallway. This was no small creak. It sounded like something had been thrown very heavily against the floor (which isn’t possible because nothing was in the hallway, so nothing could have fallen). The house was silent afterward which made me uneasy. My mom’s room was right next door, and usually, any noise was enough to wake her up. Not this time. On this occasion, she didn’t so much as stir. I can’t tell you what I felt then.


My sisters heard it too

In the morning, when I’d asked if anyone had heard a crash during the night, both of my sisters said they had. My youngest sister told me it was so loud, it had scared the crap out of her and she’d wondered what it was. To add clarification, at the time, both of my sisters shared a room in this house and their room had been on the ground floor. Because the house was so quiet, I’d assumed that no one was up (and no one upstairs was up at the time, except for me). My sisters had an annoying habit of being silly and laughing together late into the evening, which may explain why they had been up that night. Although, usually I would hear them if they were messing around, which makes me think that they might have just been talking together.


My sister’s ghost story

This isn’t my ghost story, but I thought I would add it to my collection of ghost stories to tell, because why not? My sister sounded really freaked out when she told me about this, and if I’d been her I probably would have screamed. Just so you know, this happened in the same house, so maybe we’ve lived in two haunted houses in a row?

Okay, so, it was late at night and my sister had just woken up. Out of nowhere, she began to hear alarms ringing in her head, really loudly – the kind of alarm that you would hear in a factory is what she told me. I don’t know what she meant by that, but maybe you can make some sense of it? Does she mean a fire alarm?

She kept comparing the sound to an ‘alarm sound effect,’ although she couldn’t describe it any more than that. Apparently, she saw a dark figure standing by her wardrobe, across from her, as she lay in bed. It made its way towards her and she was so scared that she couldn’t move. It got really close to her and she felt as though it had bad intentions. Then, it left. Creepy, or what?


Here’s a bonus story…

This story is the last in my collection of ghost stories, although it’s not really a ghost story as such. However, it is highly unusual.

When my sister was very little, she crawled into the lounge door. A large, heavy speaker fell from the top shelf and straight onto her head. I was sat across from her and watched as it happened. A few years ago, we talked about what had happened after it had come up. She said that while we were at the hospital, she remembered leaving her body and seeing herself from a bird’s eye view. Apparently, she’d just upped and left her body while we were sat around her at the time.

Bizarre, isn’t it?

Anyway, that’s all I have for my collection of ghost stories. I hope you enjoyed reading them! Which one was your favourite, and have you ever experienced something similar? I really want to know. Also, I have a trial day for a housekeeping placement at a really posh hotel tomorrow, and I’m shitting bricks. Good luck to me! I know I’m going to need it…Lord.

Oh, and I’ll be going back to my usual routine and posting again on Friday. P.s if you have your own little collection of ghost stories, I also want to know.



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  • Dalehna

    Your ghost stories sound so real! If I were in your position I would have been so scared – did you ever tell your parents?
    I kind of wish I had some ghost stories to share haha 🙂

    • Haha, well they certainly felt real at the time! They were scary, I have to admit. I think I told my mom about a couple of them, but most of the time I didn’t. My mom doesn’t believe in anything supernatural so I would’ve felt really stupid telling her xD. Maybe it’s better to have none because then nothing freaky happens to you, lol 😀 x