Genina's Story

My house I live in now is haunted. Or so I believe. A lot of times I hear whispering or someone calling my name. One day I was standing in my room watching the t.v. waiting for my cousin to come over and I saw from the corner of my eye, a shadowy figure float by real fast. The next day we went to the movies (we had seen,"Stir of Echoes") and we were sitting in the kitchen eating sandwiches, talking about the movie, and I saw another shadow this time outside. One night my cousin was over again and I went into the kitchen to throw away some garbage, and I felt somebody floating over me. I hurried up and walked down the hallway and I felt it following me. The faster I walked the faster it moved. One early morning, a cabinet which was nailed to the wall, came crashing down. We had had it up since we had moved in. Another day, I was sitting at the table, and the light fixture almost came down on my head. My cousin was the witness to that. I heard a really loud whisper in my ear one day while I stood next to my parents room. I think there is something in the living room. I always feel uneasy in there. One day the water faucet in the bathroom came on by itself full blast. At times while I'll be laying there in my bed trying to fall asleep, I'll feel as if somebody is watching me. A few times, while my Mom was alone in the house, she heard the front screen door open, and the back sliding door open. My step-dad also heard the front door open and close. They were both alone in the house at the times. One night while lying on my bed I heard a child voice talking and a man's voice coming from the outside. It was dark outside. I also heard the sound of footsteps a dog makes when it runs, on the ceiling. I don't know what these things are or what is causing this but I am the one who experiences it the most. I hope you enjoyed my story. By, Genina

The Footsteps: My mother's true story My mother was 22 at the time of this experience. She lived with my dad, aunt, grandma, and uncles in a house in Mineola, New York. While living there, she and my father lived in the basement. My sisters were just babies ( I wasn't even thought of yet). It all started one day when everyone left for work. She was going about her daily chores when out of nowhere, she heard a knock on the upstairs front door. She ran up the stairs to see who was there but nobody was there. This happened three times. When my grandma came home from work, she asked her if she was expecting anyone and that she had heard knocks on the door. My grandma told her she hadn't expected anybody to come over. The next day, she was again doing her chores when, this time, she heard the knock and someone step inside the foyer. This kept on happening but the steps went, each day, from the foyer, through the living room, then into the kitchen, to the door that leads to the basement apartment. During these events she was scared to death because she all alone with my twin sisters. Finally, she told her friend about what had happened. Her friend agreed to go to her house and have dinner. During dinner nothing happened, but, while they were doing the dishes, my Mom heard footsteps coming down the stairs leading to the upstairs bedrooms. She turned to her friend and said, "Gloria, do you hear that"? Her friend replied, "Yeah, I hear it". My Mom called out to my dad and said, "Ron, is someone walking down the stairs"? He replied, "No". After that the footsteps minimized and finally disappeared. She still wonders about what really went on at the house. And is still scared. By, Genina D. Shannon This is my friend's story. In 1996, when I was 12, my Mom, my 4 year old sister, and I moved into a huge house in a big city. When I first moved into the old house on the corner, I used to have the same nightmare over and over. I dreamt that my hand was out of control and I was forced to stab myself repeatedly in the chest. After I stopped, I screamed out "Shannon!" I didn't know anybody by that name. Only a few months after these dreams stopped, I started seeing a glow in my mirror every morning after I got out of the shower. Every single day, I looked into the mirror and a white light burst out behind me and then disappeared. You would think that I would have felt scared, but for some reason, I actually felt reassured in a way. To celebrate New Years, I invited several of my friends over. We were hanging out in my room when one of my friends had to use the bathroom. She came back seconds later screaming and crying. She said that there was a dead girl in my tub. We all went to check it out. There was nothing there. I comforted her and told her I believed her. The following morning, after showering, the burst of light didn't occur. Now, I felt scared. Without the light, I felt uneasy. When I walked into my room, I saw a girl, about 16, sitting on my bed with her back facing me. She was so pale, it seemed as if she was glowing. She was wearing a long old-fashioned nightgown. I was so afraid, but I still called out to her. "Hello?" She turned her head very slowly. Her thin hair was the lightest blond I had ever seen, and she looked very sick. She had bags under her eyes and her lips were bloody and cracking. I walked over to her and she was crying. "I just wanted the pain to end." As I walked closer she turned all the way around. There was a knife lodged into her chest. She pulled it out and stabbed it into herself one more time, and then she disappeared. There were many more events following this, so if you'll read on, you'll understand. One night, I woke up, and I felt so cold even though I was under covers. I turned around, and there was the ghost girl, sleeping right next to me. I screamed and jumped out of my bed. This happened for about 3 days following. I keep an award above my bed which I am extremely proud of. One day, I took my friends into my room and I went to show it to them. They were complimenting me when one of them said, "So who's Shannon?" I felt myself grow pale. "Yeah!" the others joined in. "Who's that?" I turned and there, on the award, in blood red ink, was SHANNON written over my name. A pound came from my closet and we all turned to look. When we looked back, the red SHANNON was gone. Over a span of about a week and a half, I was constantly awoken by the sound of a silverware drawer being rattled around. After the rattling stopped, a piercing scream went through the air. I asked everyone in my house about it, but they said they never heard anything. One day, I was crossing the street outside my house, when a truck just came out of nowhere. I thought I was done for. But, I suddenly felt something literally throw me out of the way just as the truck went by. When I was about 14, my little sister had stayed home from school. When I came home, I asked how her day was and she said that she had fun. I said "Oh yeah?" She said she made a new friend named Shannon. I nearly fainted. "Bethy," I asked her, "What does Shannon look like?" She described her. "Do you know her?" She asked. I shook my head yes. "Well good.." my sister remarked. "Cause she was in your room." One night, I was watching TV in the den, when the TV set started to shake. It started flipping through channels on its on. I was pretty weirded out, but I kept watching. It flipped to a channel that said "Do you know where your children are?" Then it flipped to a station with a bunch of little kids playing at a playground. Then, the TV went off. I went upstairs and the whole house was pitch black. I called for my Mom and she came down the stairs. She was crying. "I can't find Bethany!" she yelled. I was so calm, I'm sure it was scary. I calmly went outside and crossed the street to the playground. There was Beth. I took her inside. She said that Shannon took her there. One extremely scary night, it was about 9:00. My friends were sleeping over and so were my sister's. (My Mom was in a good mood.) Well anyway, all of us (not including Beth and her friends) were dancing to blasting music when we heard a huge boom on the wall. I thought it was my Mom getting irritated so I turned the music down. Then we felt the floor start to shake, just a little. At this point, I turned the stereo off. Then we heard a girl's voice yell "Get out! Get out of my house!" My friend Mandy was thrown onto the ground. We all went outside on my porch and Mandy said she didn't know what happened. I asked her a few questions. She said she was really bummed that her Grammy just died, so she was doing some drugs. I think that's why Shannon wanted her out. Once, when I was 14, we were almost going to move from the house on the corner. I was really upset, because my friends were all there and I really liked the city we were in. I was sitting on the corner of my bed crying, when I felt a cold arm go around me. I looked over and saw Shannon. She disappeared seconds later. I was soothed. Then, my mother came up and told me we weren't moving. There had been a misunderstanding and my mother hadn't lost her job. The last event I had with Shannon was a year ago. She was in my bathroom and she smiled as I walked by. That's the last I ever saw of her. I looked at the library like I saw in a movie once. There was, in fact, a newspaper article. Shannon Smith was a 16 year old mother. Her family was poor, she was single, and she was depressed. She left her daughter in her cradle and killed herself in the bathroom. MY bathroom. I bet her room was my room in the house. Apparently, the baby was found by Shannon's father. Shannon was later found in the tub. Well, I've moved on from that house. We now live in another house across town. But, I know the boy who moved into that house. He says he hasn't seen anything. Sometimes, I come to visit him and I hear my name being whispered.. but, maybe that's just me. Helen There is a castle in Ashville, NC that holds a sad story of love for one's child. Helen was a single mother who had a 5 year-old daughter. They were inseparable. But one afternoon a fire started in the little girls room. The castle is made of stone so the girl burned to death in the inferno. When Helen reached what was left of her daughter she was heartbroken. That night Helen hung herself off a bridge nearby. Since then there have been reports of a ghost with a sad face and rope burns on her white neck. The ghost said she is looking for her little girl who burned in a fire. Also a little girl has been seen with burnt skin in the castle looking for her mother. She says her name is Helen. It is said that if you go to the bridge Helen hung herself from on the anniversary she will ask you where her daughter is. Come visit the bridge if u want, but don't give bad directions, the people that have all died by strangulation. Ghost Stories Page 22 BACK TO