My Pistol

This was at a point in my life when times were not so grand. My wife and I had separated, and I found myself living in an apartment that was pretty old, yet comfortable for just myself. After only a week in the new place, I was frequently jolted out of sleep just as I was drifting off by a voice that would make suggestions or remind me of things I had to do. At first, I just thought it was my subconscious mind playing with me, or speaking aloud without realizing it, but there were just too many coincidences. Just as I was drifting off, I could clearly hear a voice say, "Don't forget the oven.", and jolted from sleep, I would wander into the kitchen and find the oven still on. I was making beef jerky that day which is a long process and I had indeed left the oven on. This happened on several occasions for different things, yet the result was always the same, it was something that could have been life threatening or needed to be done immediately. One thing I credit this voice for is the saving of my life. One night as I was going to bed, I heard it for the first time while still wide awake. It spoke to me in a clear open manner and said, "Get your pistol." I was stunned and froze for a moment because the voice was there in my room. After a moment I said aloud, "What?", and then I clearly heard it again as if someone were no more than two feet from me, it said, "Sleep with it." I was somewhat shaken at this point, never having heard the voice while awake fully, and never quite sure it wasn't my own subconscious, but now I knew. I heeded the voice and got my Berretta 9 mm from my dresser and loaded it, then placed it under my pillow, and puzzled over the voice as I went to sleep. I never heard the intruder, but I know it was the voice that woke me. I seem to recall it saying something to the effect of, "He's here," but it snapped me awake. Sure as I am here today, there was a man in my bedroom doorway. In what felt like slow motion to me, I slid my hand under the pillow, gripped my pistol and brought it up as I sat upright pulling the slide back and releasing it to chamber a bullet. The man must have heard it, because he froze even before I screamed at him, "DON'T MOVE!" He had a knife in his hand which I did not see until then and he tossed it behind him into the hallway without me saying to do so. I kept him on the floor at gunpoint while I called 911, then waited for police to arrive, and was offered in a babbling, pleading voice by the intruder, numerous promises if I would just let him go. No deal, as I am sure he would have killed me if my pistol had not been with me. I could not get back to sleep, and called my boss with the story of the break-in, and asked for the day off. Around 6:00 P.M., I started feeling sleepy, the adrenaline worn off, and decided to try to sleep. As I lay on my bed staring at the wall, I said aloud, "Whoever you are, thank you, thank you." Just as I was drifting off, half way between awake and sleep, I heard, "Sleep, I am here." It turned out that the intruder was a three time felon with a long history, and this time he went down for good. 25 to life. I have since moved from that apartment and a friend from my work took the place when I left. He says he has heard nothing. I don't know who the voice was, but I am in debt, gratefully.

"It's Your Turn Now." You may not believe me, but this is a true story. I am 12 years old now and I still remember this story like it just happened yesterday. I was 10 years old then. I was asleep when it happened. I felt something sweep across my room and when I looked up I saw a woman that looked like my mom's mother. My mom had always told me that she was cruel to her as a child and she never respected her at all. I believed her with all my heart. Anyway, my mom's mother's ghost looked at me and said " It's your turn now." I was scared that I couldn't even scream for my mom, I just stared at her and she looked at me and just seemed to be walking closer and closer to me. Before I knew it she was at the foot of my bed at started to say something else. right then my mom walked in the room like she always did to check on me. She stopped straight in her footsteps when she saw her mother. My mom ran over to me and we ran out of the house and ran until we couldn't run anymore. We never went inside that house again. And still to this day I swear I still hear her say "It's your turn now." What was that supposed to mean anyways? Believe it or not that’s my story and It really happened. Michelle Hamitlon & Cindy Hamilton The Woman in White Ok, Where shall I begin. I'll begin with my first occurrence. Told to me by my mother. One night when I was about 4 or 5 I awoke in the middle of the night screaming. My mom came into my room and she says that I was crying and pointing to the corner of my room right where my computer is right now. She didn't see anything out of the ordinary. So she picked me up out of my crib and brought me into her room to sleep with her. And the morning afterward I had told my mom that I had seen a woman dressed in all white in the corner. So we nicknamed her the "woman in white". About 13 - 14 years later my little brother was about 3-4 and he was in my old room where I had the occurrence. And he to woke up in the middle of the night screaming and pointing to the very same corner I had pointed to years before. So she brought him to sleep with her that night. The next morning he also said he saw a woman in white in the corner of the room. Now before even hearing about either of our experiences from my mom. One night I when I was about 18 I was sleeping in the same room I had been when I was a baby. And suddenly I was awoken from a deep sleep by my computer turning on all by itself. So I didn't think anything of it and got up and walked across my room and turned off my computer. Then the morning after I told my dad about the experience the night before and he said I was just imagining it. I told him I was not imagining anything. And this happened for about 4 months in a row. But only once a month. Needless to say I was getting freaked. Eventually it stopped. But then every once in a while I'll be working on my computer and for no reason at all my monitor will start shaking. And one morning it shook so hard that a fake crow I have sittin on my monitor fell off and crashed on my desk and woke me up. But for a while now nothing really strange has happened. And for now nothing has really happened. I still have no clue to this day what it is that is doin this stuff. But I do know that back in the early 1900's the house I currently live in was the house of the workers that worked right across the street in a factory. And my parents told me that when we moved into the house that there was a motorcycle in the basement. And we were told by the neighbors that in the late 70's early 80's that the son of the couple that owned the house before us had been in a motorcycle accident and had died. And the couple had stored the motorcycle in the basement for years afterward. So I have no clue, maybe it is the ghost of the son that got in the accident. Woman in the Rocking Chair I was young when this happened, but I remember parts of it. A couple years after my parents moved into their new house after I was born is where this story takes place. I have two sisters and a brother and they are older then me . My brother used to babysit us all the time and my sisters would disobey him. We had a playroom and there was this old rocking chair in it that was there when we moved in. My sisters would rock on it all the time and make a loud creaking sound downstairs and when my brother came up to yell at them they would run in the other room and act like they were sleeping. I was up in my room and my sisters went to my aunt's house. My brother was downstairs. My brother came stomping up the steps telling me to quit rocking the chair, I told him it wasn't me . Of course he didn't believe me. He came up again and this time was even more angry and said if he had to come up again than he would beat me. ( because I was a little girl they would smack me in my diapered butt if I was bad!) I didn't know what to say, I know I wasn't rocking that chair, so I decided to go see what was going on. When I was approaching the room, I heard it rocking, then I heard my brother's footsteps. When he reached me he saw me and realized it wasn't me. We opened the door and saw an old lady sitting on it knitting then she disappeared. We both looked at eachother and we both knew what we saw. We ran downstairs as fast a s we could, I slept down there that night and wouldn't go upstairs by myself. My parents or sisters didn't believe us but we knew what happened. W e don't live in that house anymore and I'm glad! Even though she wasn't mean and didn't notice us, It still freaked me out! I hope you enjoyed my story!! Ghost Stories Page 18 BACK TO