OoooOo SPOOKY!

GHOSTS IS REALLY REAL! Don’t deny it. Because ya can’t. Say hi. We’re all just people in different forms of life. Take this listeners story.. in fact, multiple stories, in which the same “ghost” makes a recurring appearance…

“I’m 29 and only now can I appreciate that I may have shared a room with a ghost for part of my childhood? During my pre-teen years there were separate occasions where guests would spend the night and later on claim they had seen, spoken to, or heard a little girl either inside or near my bedroom. The weird part is that apparently the girl looked a lot like me. The first occurrence happened when I was 10 during one of my older sister’s slumber parties. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and returned to see one of my sister's friends, Abby, standing in the doorway of my bedroom facing my bed. I thought she was trying to play a prank on me but when I approached her she looked at me and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her face turned pale white and she crumpled to the ground and immediately started crying. Everyone quickly came out of my sister's room down the hall to see what was going on. Abby explained that she was also going to the bathroom and stopped by my room to talk to me because she thought I was upset and SWORE she saw me sitting at the edge of my bed crying and rocking back and forth. The only difference was this girl was wearing nightgown while I was in a t-shirt and shorts. Abby still goes to therapy about this and says that this was a major spiritual event in her life.

My sister also had a strange and similar incident shortly after. It happened on a weekday while staying home from school. She was in the kitchen when she heard what she thought was me laughing in my room down the hall. She said she remembers jokingly and absent mindedly yelling “shut up, Ashley!” only to remember that I was at school and not at all home….

On ANOTHER occasion, my Aunt had come to visit and slept in my room for a night while I crashed at a friends. The next morning I came back and overheard her asking my mom if everything was okay with me. My Aunt claimed that I woke her up during the night and had gently put my hands around her face and was talking very fast. She said she wasn't sure if it was a dream, but I seemed distressed. My mom found this extremely interesting and proceeded to tell my Aunt about the slumber party incident. I joined in on the conversation and my mom finally told me her suspicions about this “girl”…

During this time, my mother was a Texas state trooper and often worked late nights on highway patrol. She told us that she thinks the girl started appearing after she had to work with a horrific car accident in which the entire family died, including a young female that was the same age as me. It sounds odd but my mom thought that because the accident happened extremely fast, the girl was somehow lost and followed my mom home to look for her parents. My mom then admitted to having many, many dreams about this little girl she’s never (officially) met and even said she looked a bit like me!

Although these encounters seemingly had a lot to do with me, I myself hadn’t experienced anything related to the experiences of my family and friends. I didn’t even think much of these doppelgänger ghost girl stories at the time. I did find them amusing and shared them openly.

Then, one day after school, when I was about 13, my sister and I had something unexplainable happen; Having forgotten to leave us a house key, my mom unintentionally locked us out and wasn't getting home until later that evening. Naturally, my sister and I began devising ways to break in and began digging around the back patio. I remember having to pee really, REALLY badly and didn’t want to pop a squat in the backyard. I remember walking up to the patio door and looking in, thinking to myself, if there really is a girl in this house please please please let us in. After some time, we were going through a tool box to look for something to possibly take the door off its hinges - Texas summer heat and mosquitoes will make people do nutty things. With our backs turned away from the back door, we heard a light swish and a click and soon found that the door had somehow popped open. Even weirder, the top deadbolt was still locked and still sticking completely out of its socket. Still having to pee with the force of a thousand race horses, I sped inside thanking the ghost girl in my head.

My mom eventually had the house blessed by a priest and there hasn’t been any other incidents since. At least not to my knowledge.

During the years my childhood house was “haunted” life was extremely stressful so I was never really susceptible to believing in the possibility of paranormal existences. My parents marriage was ending through constant fighting while other political drama related to my mom's job made my household very chaotic and stressful. Since not many women worked in law enforcement back then, our family was often harassed by asshole townspeople. Plus we were hispanics living in lower middle class redneckville. I think life for me was just so overwhelming I had no emotional or mental capacity to be open to the girls’ presence and simply blocked her from any interaction. Or perhaps I simply didn’t feel threatened by this girl and didn’t care about her presence?”