Heather's Haunting Ghost
Story
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My name is Heather
and I live in Texas.
My experience with the supernatural wasn't very
pleasant, as me and my family were scared horribly, though nothing ever was
thrown us.
When I was six years old my parents, sister and I moved to
Bowie, Texas on the day the Patriots won the Super Bowl in 2002. We hadn't
lived in the country before, and Bowie was super-country, where your closest
neighbor lived a mile away.
My sister wasn't immature enough to make up stories, so the next day I went looking around on our land. I found a little burned down cottage, from what might have been from around the time of the Civil War. I think it was most likely used for storage of medicine or whiskey - maybe both. I don't know for sure, but either way, I am almost able to bet my life that someone had died in there.
When I saw the ghost, I had been going inside to get my mom
a drink. The rest of them were outside with the horses. Once I
opened the door to enter the home, I saw a pure white figure in the shape
of a full-grown man, around 5'10 to 6 feet tall, walking through the entrance of
my sister's room. I was about to scream, but instead I ran out of the
house, as soon as the figure was too far in the room for me to see it any
longer.
As
I reached my family, I started saying, "I saw one. It
was a pure-white man, and he went in my sister's room." I was still in
shock, so I wasn't crying. Once the shock wore off, I had the strange
feeling of curiosity and a thrill of fear. A couple of days later, we had
decided that we needed to move. That night, I heard a voice calling my
name and it was really creepy. I was too scared to do anything, and
my voice seemed not to work above a whisper. I managed to let out
a "mom and dad," and it was luckily enough that my sister,
who had been passing by, told me that she'd get them for me. While she was
gone, for what seemed hours, the voice kept coming from the bottom of my
bed. I had grabbed my Pomeranian puppy, and took shelter under the
covers, but the puppy kept going down to where the voice came from. All it
said was, "Heather...Heather..." over, and over. When my parents came
in and turned on the light, the voice stopped.
We moved the next
day. Ever since I've had that experience, I have read both true and
fiction books about ghosts, vampires, werewolves, and other mythical
creatures. I research all of them, too, because now knowing ghosts
are real, I want to see what else is.
Story courtesy of Heather: tubagirl96@gmail.com
