This strange ghost story was sent in by Candor.
 

First off, let me say that I am now 34 years old. This all happened when I was young
between the ages of 5 and 10 years old. There may be a few things that I can't recall or
recall loosely but I assure you that this is all 100% true. I am to this day STILL skeptical
about what really did happen and of the mind that there is always an explanation for
things. I have yet to discover one. I also have neglected to tell most people about this for
fear of being chastised and made fun of as most people tend NOT to believe any of this:
When I was a young child around 5 years old, I lived in a house that was built by my great
grandfather whom I or my mother had never met. To the best of my knowledge and her's,
she has never seen a picture of this man either.  The house that we lived in was a 3
story house. The top story was where my current grandfather (who is still alive to this
day) lived. He frequently spent his weekends away from the house in a camp that he
owned. The third story was our basement. And although nothing unusual ever happened
there that I can think of, I was deathly afraid of this one section of the basement. It always
gave me the creeps and I tried hard never to go into that part of the basement, even with
my parents. At the age of 5 I began to experience a strange ability. The dreams I would
have would be very vivid (as dreams usually are). I could never recall the dreams until I
started having terrific headaches. A few times I would actually drop the ground they were
so bad. Then I knew it going to happen. The dreams I had came true in 100% accuracy
as I would dream them. Places and things I dreamed would all be taking place for real
just as I had dreamed them. Events would occur just as I had dreamed them. One that I
remember very well was when I lost a calculator that my grandmother got me for a
present. In that time calculators were very expensive and I always loved that thing. I had
lost it one day and could not find it anywhere. I had a dream that my mother mad me
clean my room and I accidentally knocked over my plastic model of a T-REX dinosaur. It
was a large kids model that was hollow and had very few large parts for a kid to easily
put together. The entire model was a snap together kit. When the model hit the floor one
of the legs came off and inside it was the calculator. A few days later, sure enough, my
mom made me clean my room and just as I had dreamed, the leg came off. It was laying
in the same position in the dream and the exact leg fell off. Inside was the calculator that
I put there to keep safe (I was a kid) so I wouldn't loose it.   Often at night, usually on
weekends, we would hear strange noises coming from the upstairs. The sounds of
tables and chairs moving around, sometimes things hitting the floor. When we went up to
investigate, there would never be anything out of place or disturbed that we could see. I
can remember one Saturday morning getting up to go and watch cartoons (forgetting
that the TV had been broken waiting for a repair man to come on Monday to fix it) and
as I came into the living room, the power knob on the set was being pulled out and
pushed back in repeatedly as if someone else wanted the TV on. I could see the plug
was still on the rug, unplugged. Then there were the times that I saw a shadowy figure
walk down the hallway in what looked like a man in a nightgown and cap holding a
candlestick of sorts. I never felt threatened by this nor did that figure ever acknowledge
the fact that I or anyone else was around him/it or whatever it was. Then, one night, my
mom was laying asleep in her bed late at night when she suddenly awoke and saw a
man standing at the end of the bed. She screamed and woke my father up. When he got
up there was nothing but my mother described to my father, in exacting details, the
image of his grandfather, in the exact clothes that he wore the day he died. Eventually
the events grew less and less frequent. Our family was forced to move when the city
decided that they wanted to build a school house on our block. When I left that house,
the headaches and dreams stopped and so did the sightings of my ghostly figure. But, I
do recall one local news event shortly after the new school was built, about how
supposed vandals broke into the school and destroyed desks in one of the classrooms.
Funny, I don't know how vandals could BEND metal desks like a coat hanger and then
stack them in a corner. That and the fact that the room that this took place in was VERY
close to the same spot MY house used to be! Whether it was vandals, or my great
grandfather or something else I could never find out. I never heard anymore about this
after that last incident on the news, but it was a bit funny and coincidental that it
happened where it did. I still live close to that school, and in fact have relatives that have
kids that go to that school and nobody ever reported seeing or hearing anything strange.
To this day I have yet to step foot in that school. The only thing strange or weird that has
happend to me since that time is if I am in a room that is very quiet and alone, I swear I
can hear extreme faint voices talking. Although I always chalk this up to an over
imagination but sometimes I really have to wonder!

CP