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Reader's Ghost Stories
June, 2000
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This ghost story was sent in by Sherry

When I was about 6 or 7, we lived in a rented house out in the country. Even at that
young age, I seemed to be really receptive to scary happenings. This house was a big
one and had a long hall that separated the kitchen and living room from the bedrooms
in the back. There were doors at each end of the hall. My little brother and I each had
separate bedrooms. My brother was only 3 and for some reason refused to sleep, play,
or even go into his room. So he slept with me in my room. Our parents bedroom was
across the hall from mine and their door was shut at night. Our door was always left
open. Many nights my brother and I lay paralyzed with fear as we heard footsteps
coming down the hall and seeming to stop right in front of my doorway. We always told
my parents about this, but they dismissed it as part of young children's imaginations.
We even saw shadows in the windows. I saw a shadow one night of a tall, thin man with
a big hat on. He seemed to be looking down on us as we lay in bed. My dad got up
when we screamed, but found nothing. One morning I was getting ready for school and
was alone in the back part of the house and heard a loud demonic sounding laugh
ringing in my ears. We finally moved from the house, but the house follows me still in
nightmares. At least once a week I have a dream about the house. I am always there
and the house doesn't want me there. I chatted online with a psychic a few months ago
and was told that the reason for my nightmares was a dark force that had been
following me for a long time. She described this force as a tall, thin, dark figure wearing
a big hat. She had visions of him leaning over me when I was seven years old. I am still
terrified of the house and dread the nightmares that plague me almost nightly.

sherry


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