Staring at the spirit
TIt happened, I was about six years ancient, and my brother Dave was not even born. I lived in an apartment, and I and my family slept in the same room. I slept on the lower bed, my brother Paul at the top, and my mother and dad were on a double bed. The window was directed to my bed. Around 5:00 in the morning I woke up, the room was black and I only heard that rain on the window. There was no entrance through the window, so there was no way that no person could get in the back. I couldn't sleep, so I looked around and looked at the window only for a second, I couldn't take what I saw, but my heart jumped quickly. It was there that looking at the window was a man's face. I couldn't say Rysy, but he looked incensed, and his lips were open and his eyes were huge. It seemed that they were looking at me and I stared at him, I didn't scream because I couldn't. I pulled the covers on my head and threw myself. He was still there. I looked at my mother and dad, they slept. I decided not to look at him again. I just pulled me on the covers, closed my eyes tightly and stopped there. The next morning I told my mother that she laughed and said: “Ok, I would get curtains.”
Irish Christmas spirit
J3 years ago, in 2004, me and my family went for two weeks of vacation to the Christmas center in Cork. Each of Ireland will meet Trabolgan, a Christmas center. We came there, and our compact house reminiscent of a house in which we had to stay, he was not properly cleaned of maids and looked like a house from gloomy centuries. I was me, my older brother Paul, David, my younger brother, my parents, my cousin Jamie and my aunt Katharine. The center was more for children than adults or teenagers, so between me and my brother to watch our younger brother and his cousin.
The city had shows for children and we would all go, adults usually drank for themselves, while the show was a children's program. However, David and Jamie got tired one night, so my mother suggested: “Paul had children long enough, your turn to watch them.” So Paul went to the city to go to the dance room or something. “Take the children back home and put on a movie or draw.” So I did it. The house got stuck on the houses and the back entrance, there was only one compact gap to get out or inside and a huge round green. When we took the entrance “back”, there was no soul in soul, there is nothing, most of the houses where he did not agree, and you could hear crickets.
I opened the rear sliding door and entered Dave and Jamie. We were there for about 5 minutes when I heard a knock on the back door. The door was made of glass and curtains, where it is closed. I expected to see my mother at the door, but when I opened it, there was no one there. I looked aside, but it was black and really serene. You could see the forest over some houses, he was actually ghostly. I suspected they were children playing. I entered and closed the door behind me, but when I left, I jumped out of my shoes, because the bang in the window was as if someone gave him a bang to try to break the glass. The ghosts were not in my head, I was so afraid that I thought it was a killer. I took Dave and Jamie to the bathroom, I wanted to escape and return to the program in which my mother was, but I was afraid. David scared because he saw the expression of my face. Then I got up and left straight from the back door. To my surprise it was completely serene and naked. No lights, no one in sight, not even down the road where it is.
I told my mother and she said, “Well, don't worry, we're all coming back, they were probably just children.” A few days later, everything that could go wrong, it went wrong, it was as if the house was cursed, there was no Walida or ghost shows, it was just bad luck. Something that my family never does is leave the holidays early. We packed the bags and started as soon as possible. In the morning, when we left, the window skirts formed compact insects, I actually got it on the camera.
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The guardian of my younger brother
THis happened in the summer of 2006. It was during the day, I would say at least around 15:35. The sun came out and there was a lot of movement and children outside. My younger brother had several friends to play. My mother was busy talking to some neighbors, and my dad helped plumber in the bathroom because we who repair her. My older brother was with a girl on that day and I would say it was Friday, I don't know why, but I have the impression that it was.
Everything seemed normal, I was on the bed, I sorted all the photos that were under my bed, and my mother told me to immaculate them. My younger brother was constantly coming to get some toys from the toy box at the end of my bed, and I was a bit irritated because I and my mother had a little fight that day and I didn't feel like anyone.
My mother comes to show one of the neighbors of the novel wardrobes that we just entered, I made an enraged face and continued to organize a stack of photos or photos. My brother appeared again and I got nervous quickly. He dropped the toy load on the floor: “I don't lift them!” I shouted: “Clear it now or I won't let you in my room again.” When I seemed, I looked at my brother and just behind the room on the landing floor there was a very attractive blonde lady with a current white top, like a sweaters and a red dress right next to her knees. I didn't tell her anything, I thought she was my mother's friend, so I didn't get scared. However, she made a strange face on me, it was such a face to say “don't talk to him in this way” or “you are a very mean sister.” I made a face to say “whatever she is well”.
Then I decided to support my brother because I didn't want to make a bad impression. Everything was immaculate: “Now it's great, try not to come.” The lady disappeared. Later I went down the stairs: “Why all the neighbors at home!” I said to my mother. She cleaned the counter: “I brought my mother Alan (my brother's friend) to see the wardrobe.” I looked: “Who was the latter?” I said and did not expect that I received: “There was no one else,” she said. I did not get scared, but I repeated many times that it was so, and soon my mother was annoyed and said: “Finally scared of your brother, stop this nonsense!”
Over the next few days, my mother talked to me and told me to tell her story when my younger brother was not nearby, she decided to bless the house again, but of course she did it only to feel better, and every time I raise history, she laughs, just like my older brother. My dad suggested a bit of laughter: “If it was a ghost, it was a guardian angel of your brother. After all, she was not impressed by the mean comments that you gave your poor younger brother.”
I have never seen her again, but I often feel that I am watched, especially around David, my brother.