Ghost Stories

meSince I was a child, I remember living in an elderly tenement house in New York, where at night, when everyone was asleep, I would see gray shadows walking, that's what they call plasma, leaving my room, passing through the door and heading into the living room. I was little and thought it was normal. But I've never had anything bad happen to me. From then on I considered them normal. Strange events occurred when I began to notice certain forces and become aware of certain things. For example, my mother had a little brown hair roller and I would put my finger in it and tickle it. The plastic threads would move. Every time I put my finger in it it really moves. But when I put my finger into another roller, another black roller, it didn't move, only this particular brown roller. The only brown one she had. I asked her about this particular roller, she replied that someone gave it to her.

One time I was resting on my mother's bed. Something told me to move the tiny indentation that the piece of furniture had on the headrest and move it to the other side. I touched it and moved the indented mark to the other side. My mother came into the room and shouted at me: “Why are you destroying the furniture?” Then I saw what I had done. I couldn't believe it! I tried to do it again, but I couldn't.

Next event:

As my mom, dad, and sisters walked down the street, a family walked in front of us. I saw this black dog, it had a leech. The most intriguing thing about this dog was that it had the face of a woman. She was white, had red hair, and was mature. As the family walked past us. I looked at my parents to see if they saw the same thing as me. They didn't do it. I looked at the dog and he looked at me. Still, I didn't understand what it was all about. Was this normal? Yet I was tiny. Who was the face I saw? I'll tell you later, even though it seems strange. But one thing is certain, one thing is related to the other.

We moved to another apartment in Coney Island. A few months later, strange things happened there. My father used to put a lightweight bulb in the hall. In these elderly New York apartments, the doors still had huge, old-style keyholes through which you could see outside the hall. While Dad was putting the bulb in, some strange force made me look through the keyhole. Yes, I saw the eye and I knew who it belonged to. I just stood there straight, I never told my dad about it because I kept asking myself, “Why did that lady want to look through that key. Does she live in the next building?” I'll tell you why again later.

Next event:

I was infirmed and couldn't go to school. My mom had to take my sister to school. The school was right next door. Mom hurried back quickly, but not quickly enough. I thought dad was at home and mom was taking my sisters to school. Well, Mom came back, asked how I was feeling, I said I was fine, and Dad was in a tiny room writing some church talk. She said he wasn't home, he went with her and went somewhere else. I said it can't be! I heard a typewriter. I went to the tiny office and he wasn't there, the typewriter was on the desk.

Well, it happened again!

This time I knew Dad wasn't home and I heard the sound of the typewriter. I went to the door and felt the typewriter vibrating, but it wasn't on the desk. I could still hear the typewriter that was in the closet in the room! I went to the closet door and I could still feel the vibrations. I had to find out what was going on! I opened the door and it stopped. The typewriter stood on the top shelf of the closet. So I sat in the chair, looked at the typewriter and all the keys were up! I got down as rapid as I could, went to my room and pulled the covers until my mother came. She came and saw that I was terribly scared! I couldn't explain it to her. A few days later, when he wanted to exploit the typewriter, he shouted who was tampering with it. He wouldn't believe me if I told him.

We are Christians and there was a time when I couldn't read the Bible or hold it in my hands, the words seemed to jump around, I had the impression that when you connect the positive side with a positive magnet, it doesn't stick. It was the same effect I had when I touched the Bible. But then the phenomenon stopped.

Next event:

Mom turned my bedroom into a tiny office! Well, the first night I couldn't sleep, I had asthma, diarrhea and a fever. When my mother took me out of that room, everything disappeared. I felt good, I slept with them. The next day I slept there again and again the same effect. Every time my mother took me out of the room, I felt better. So they decided to change my room to where it was before. But this time they positioned my bed so that you could see outside, the main entrance door to the apartment, and it was an inch above level where you could see across the hall. Well, one night when everyone was sleeping, I heard someone coming up the stairs, waiting to see who it would be, and there was a knock on the door. I saw the shadows of shoes, then headed towards the remaining stairs leading to the top floor, where there were no other apartments. We were tenants of the top floor of this building. As soon as I heard him coming up the stairs, I ran to my parents' room and told them that someone was going to the roof. Dad opened the door and asked who was there. Nobody answered. There was no one there.

I fell down the stairs three times. From the third floor, where we lived, to the second floor. I know that every time I fell, I always felt like someone was pushing me to fall.

We lived in this apartment for a very long time, and as I grew up, I understood a few things.

The eye I saw in the hall belongs to the lady I mentioned above. She lived in this apartment. She practiced spiritualism. She did all the things they do in the tiny office I mentioned above. That was the face I saw on the dog. My mother once sent me to the hardware store around the corner. I saw this lady smiling at me as if she knew me. It was her. I quickly ran to the store, the lady looked inside through the window. I was very scared! The shop owner asked me what happened? I couldn't talk. The owner came outside to see what had terrified me. I told the owner, “Everything is fine now.” I left quickly as soon as I saw her coming down the block.

There are other and strange events where I can predict what will come, and it does happen. But this doesn't happen often. I can detect malicious forces in people, but this isn't actually that person. There are so many things that I have come to understand over time. I'm sure of one thing. Stay away from unknown things. There are forces that want to confuse you and mold you into something you are not. There are also people who don't really exist at all. I mean, they are there in the body, but not in their minds, they are lost. They are looking for a host who would fulfill the worldly, immoral values ​​that we see in life today. Just take care of yourself and don't let yourself be deceived and lost.

But this apartment really made me feel like there was something wrong with me.