Ian had an experience with a Ghost near Houston, Texas, U.S.A. in 2009. Here is his story:
I am no stranger to paranormal encounters. I have had many more than I can handle. Anything ranging from strange dreams to real life happenings. Nothing
is a mystery to me anymore.
I was recently blessed with a son from my fiance. And I couldn’t be more happy. At current we live with my parents and sister in their three bedroom home,
just until I’m off to Basic Training in the Navy next year. And for such a small house, there is so much activity going on here.
We all hear the constant footsteps wandering the halls and attic. We all hear those faint voices in the bathroom vent. We even hear the doors open and close
freely. But none of us have been directly approched by these spirits.
On July 6, 2009 my fiance left, with her family, to Nebraska to celebrate her graduation from our terrible school district. It was this night that I was
directly approached by the Ghost.
It was around two a.m. and I was up watching Family Guy on Hulu.com, when, the power suddenly shut off. I sat in complete darkness and I swear my primal
instincts came to life. My ears became sharper and my eyes strained to collect every ounce of light it could. But still I could not see. I stumbled over
to my bedside counter and panned my handes through the mess searching for my keys. Because on my keys was my handy-dandy pocket light.
My hand finally skimmed over the cool steel and I clasped my fingers around it. I pulled it off the counter and began to fumble through the keys until finally
I felt the plastic in my palm. I quickly grabbed the pocket light and pushed in on the bottem. The room filled with a soft blue glow.
I went to the hallway, the light blinking off and on every few moments due to a low battery, and began to turn towards my parents bedroom. I stopped in
that process and stared in to the dark bathroom. I had seen a white, blurry face with blank eyes staring at me, but it was not there. I did not hesitate
further. I continued to my parents bedroom door.
I was hoping to get my dad out here and see if maybe a breaker flipped or something. He was always better at those sort of things. He never did want to
teach me anything, I always asked too many questions.
I reached their door and knocked lightly. Sure enough I heard my dads raspy and tired voice reply with “What!?”
“The power is out, I thought you could come look at the breakers for me.” I answered.
“Yeah, Yeah.” I heard his bed springs creak which meant he was up and about.
It wasn’t long until he was in the hallway and I followed him to the kitchen. He opened the breaker box while I shined the light.
“Well, it aint the breakers,” he finally said after a long pause.
“It’s not?”
“Nope, There all on.”
He walked over to our front door and I sat at in the dark kitchen.
“Well that’s strange.”
“What is?” I asked
“Mr.Brown’s Lights are on.” He replied.
I sat and waved the light around. And sure enough, I saw another face, maybe the same one.
“I’m going back to bed,” he said as he disappeared into the hallway.
I wated to hear his door click shut. When it did, I returned to my room and sat in the bed. I sat there in complete darkness.
Within seconds I heard something ruffle my clothes in the closet, then I heard my hangers crash to the wooden floor. I wanted to shine the light but
hesitated for fear of what I would see. Then a string was plucked on my guitar, which was only inches away from me. Then all my strings were strummed.
My heart pounded and jumped into my throat. I could see myself running for the door and rushing outside. I could see myself shining the light into the
air and finding nothing. But, instead, I sat in silence with fear pinning me down.
Then a man’s voice whispered into my ear, “Con-grad-ulat-ions.” I jumped at the voice, and with that jump the power returned.
I have yet to find that voice.
