The Ghosts at Grandma's House

Welcome to true scary story. From the very start. At the age of nine, Danita started experiencing things that she couldn't logically explain, considering them normal. After the passing of a family member, things picked up and she became aware that there is more out there than we know. My name is Edwin, and here is Danita's true scary story. I was nine years old. We lived in a small city in Tennessee. Most of the things started happening after my grandmother passed away. It was a really glowy day. I was setting in the kitchen looking out the window. I got this little inkling like she's gone. He had just visited her in the hospital. She wasn't doing the best. By time I got home, I got this feeling like she's gone. I was overcome like grief. My mom came in, looked at her, and my mom was like, my mom is gone. We had the funeral, and a couple of days after, I was getting ready for school. I had my uniform shirt out laid out on the bed. I was like, oh, I forgot something, and I ran in the closet to grab what I needed. When I returned, my clothes were gone and none of my siblings in the house. My mom was in the kitchen. I look at the bed, confused, like, where are my clothes? I look under the bed, on both sides of the bed, on the drawers. I go into the living room and I'm looking there thinking maybe a time jumped or something. I don't know. I didn't know what to think. I was standing there confused, where are my clothes? I know I put my clothes right here on the bed. Someone was whispering in my ear. It was a feeling. So I go in the closet. I'm following the feeling. I say out loud, all right, put my clothes back, or something to that effect. I counted to five, one, two, three or five. I go back out into the room. My clothes are right there on the bed. It freaked me out. I wasn't a crying, screaming till my mom freaked out. I was more curious, like what just happened. The weirdest part is my clothes are on the bed. I laid them neatly. When they were placed back on the bed, it looked like they're just grown there really quickly, not neatly placed like how I had just waved them. I knew, all right, I'm not losing my mind as a nine year old. I find it so odd that after my grandmother passed away this happened. In the back of my head, I'm like, she was playing a joke on me. Maybe she hadn't crossed over yet. She just wanted to let me know I'm here. She wasn't a jokester when she was alive or anything, but I feel like that was her way of letting me know I'm here. I hope that's what it was. That's what I tell myself to comfort she did it. She was playing a little joke on me. They say you get a new body, a new spirit when you cross over. Maybe she's her young self again, and it's like, don't play a little joke on me. I didn't tell anyone in my family. I don't even think I've told my mom. I told friends. Of course, everybody's like what. I'm like, No, this really happened. I'm not crazy, but I've never told anyone in my family. Well, you have that young is something like that happens. It's just like a part of the kid imagination that really just like shrugged it off. She had a house shortly after she passed away. We ended up moving into her house. My bedroom had a mirror, like the mirrors that built into the doors. I don't know if they still do that nowadays, but the mirror was built into the door as a full body mirror. There was this imprint of a shadow of a person in the mirror from the shoulders up. It was almost like the personal peeking. It just stayed there, imprinted in the mirror. It was a lady. She had this little top bun. I didn't pay it any mind. Not the weird ever happened in that house. No funny noises or anything like that. We moved from Tennessee to a different state. We did a little moving around, and then we finally settled. We got this little one story house. It was a really simple layout. Walk in the door of the living rooms to the right, but you can also walk in the living room and go to the other side of the wall and walk through to the kitchen. So it was a circle front door of the living room, you can go to the kitchen. You can just go around like that. To the left was the hallway. My room was on the left. There was a corner room my mom wrong on the right and the bathroom across from my room. One night I was in the house, there was a lamp that sat on the opposite side of the living room. Anything in front of that lamp creates a shadow to the other side of the room. Before you enter into the kitchen. From the opposite side of the living room, there was a back door in short blinds on that door. I look up one night and there's that same shadow of the top bun lady. I'm a little bit older this time, fifteen. I was like, Okay, this isn't normal. There's no way that whatever it is could follow me. I think it's followed me. I never had a ill feeling about it, never felt scared or anything. Maybe it's my grandma, Maybe it's her protecting me. I did everything to erase this shadow, moving stuff around, creating the shadow because I don't want to be crazy. Nothing removed the shadow from there. A little bit after that, I was in the house looking at the hallway. I look up and my face in the corner of the hallway, very like transparent. I call this ghost George Washington. That's exactly what he was like. I never seen like his whole body, it was just the face there in the corner. I'm trying to register what's going on, and I'm like, I didn't see that. Now, didn't see it. I don't know what that's about. But after that, I'm in my room falling asleep. My room always gave me weird vibes, not enough to me out. They stayed out. Sleep with a mirror facing your bed, and I don't to this day. I wake up one night for no reason, I opened my eyes, the George Washington goes. It's right there in my face, looking directly at me. I shut my eyes and I started praying. I never seen George Washington again that I'm hoping he was a friendly those I don't know. After that, there was a corner room in the back of the hallway my mom turned into a small dead area, had a TV and a little lounge couch. Mal mam ran in that room one night. There's a window in that room that faces the road, the neighborhood street. There's a cul de sack right there in that cul de sac on the starts the next street with the row of houses on the opposite side. I don't know what to call this. It wasn't a ditch. It was really deep but it was just really steep kill. It was a great sledding hill, but once you get down in there, it'll be hard to come back up out of there. In that little ditch area, it was these pipes, these white pipes, and it ran to the other side of the neighborhood. I don't know if that was electrical or water. I have no idea. All I know is it was a really steep hill. Me and my mom ran in this room one night and was prompted to look out the blinds. I see this guy come up out of that could de sack area. He has on his white T shirt and jeans. He had dark hair. He stands in them as a could de sack. I'm looking at what is this guy doing. He's just standing there, looks frantic, like he's panicking. He didn't look like he was on a neighborhood stroke. Where did he come from. There's nobody just casually walking around down in there, Like I'm looking at him. I close the blinds. I was like, oh crap, this guy just seeing me looking at him. I opened the blind and he's standing in the middle of the cold the sacks steel. Then I see if the headlights from a car approaching. He sees the lights and runs to the opposite sides down the street with a row of houses, but he runs into the backyard in the very first house. I opened the blinds and gag. I'm curious, is he's gonna come back out of that backyard. I need to let my mom know there's some creepy guy in somebody's backyard running around outside, and maybe we should have learnt the neighbors. Of course I see nothing, but he comes right back from the same side. It was like I take two in a movie scene. Everything happened exactly the same. He looked at me, the car lights approached again, the same thing, He sees the car lights, he takes off behind the same house. I do remember being at the bus stop telling my friends about it, and they were like, oh, I'm like me too. One of my friends was like, there's a little girl in my house. She calls my name. Tiffany said, the little girl be in the house like Tiffany was calling her name. Another girl said, a little boy ring around her house. We just came from the conclusion world, aerial land or something. What's going on in this neighborhood? A year or two ago. My niece car was like, Heyntie, can you come pick me up? Can'nsen me address? I'm driving and I'm like, oh crap, I'm going back to my old neighborhood. I never wanted to go back to this place. I didn't want my wheels touching the ground of this neighborhood. I get there and I'm telling her like, come on please. So she was like, why are you acting like that? And I told her the story creep her out. Well, I'm driving to get out the neighborhood and love and behold, I'm coming down that same street and ended up right at that house that the ghost guy ran behind when he received the car. Like, I'm telling this is the dish. Do you see what I'm talking about? Out? You can't just walk down there, you can't just come back up. She was like, let's see, let's get out of this neighborhood. Just like, yeah, let's get out of here. I showed her the house. When I rode past the house, like my arms just stood up because I'm like, I left the energy here. I don't want it to recognize him. The story continues right after this stay with us, after we moved to the New State. I had experienced sleep moralesy once or twice. I don't know. It's because we were adjusting and I was just successful because I was young. Mine was more of I'm sleeping, I'm waking up, and I'm held down by something. I grew up Christian, so I would always call on the name of Jesus and it will stopped. Immediately. After a while, it stopped completely. I guess it was like this girl got God power. We can't. That's why one series that stands out the most. I was in high school. It was finals week. Finals week are stressful. It was senior year finals at that it was making break. I was laying in my bed and it felt something sit on my bed. All of a sudden, I hear my daddy call my name. I'm laying on my right side. That comes on the left side. It spoons me. My daddy used to be a pastor. I don't know if that was my angel or something, but I hear my daddy called my name and it releases me. I know this is an episode of sweet paralysis. I'm able to look over my shoulder at my door. I see this black figure open the door and shut it. After that I was able to jump up. I go out into the living room and I'm like, Dad, Dad, there's no one in the house, not a soul. I called my dad. He's like, I'm at work. Could you just call my name. He's like, I'm at work. Hey. I haven't been touched by anything ever before. Just seeing stuff that will really freak me out. For sure. All my experiences freaked me out. When that thing spooned to me, I was like, what is this real? Now that I'm older, I know like to not give it your energy, don't acknowledge it, don't give it anything. I just pray, I keep God ask him to protect me, and that's what he does. I think. The last sleep paralysis episode I had was three years ago. I battled between sleep paralysis and astra projection. I could be in my room one night. I never lay on my back. I was laying on my back. I'm just feeling like I was floating. I could see my bedroom door, my wall, and I'm like, why am I floating? After that, I woke up. Why was I floating? If it was sleep paralysis, I would have noticed something holding me down. I legit felt like I was floating. Maybe it could have been a dream when I've heard stories. Maybe it wasn't that. Maybe maybe I was just sleeping. I love scared stories. I was even debating for a while to do it because I don wouldn't feed my experiences. I'm telling my boyfriend. I think this is the way to get it off my chest. There's a community of us. I was like, I just need to keep this all out and tell my story. I'm not the only one. Ever since I've been listening, immediately was hooked. I was like, maybe I shouldn't listen to these podcasts. I think you mentioned listening at your own wrist. I was like, oh my god. It was that confirmation to stop. But I can't. I got a lot of chant because I'm always moving them. I lost one of my chap sticks and I could not find this thing. I mean for weeks. I was getting ready and my chap stick just rolled across the floor, the one that I lost. I heard it hit the floor and roll. I looked at the floor. Where has this been hit the floor? And I started praying because I'm like, we're not doing this. We are not doing this anywhere. I moved to before I bring any of my stuff in, I walk around, I pray bless my place. So I'm like, all right, kind of like walk around to pray and bless again because I don't know where this came from or who is here, but you are not welcomed at all. You can never show yourself, you can never aveil yourself. You have to go. Now. That was the most recent thing that happened, and I was like, I'm definitely telling this story. I know I should listen to these podcasts at my own risks because you can't attract that energy. It's real. You can't attract it. We all have to know our way to repel it. When it's through stones or prayer or sage. At the end of the day, it's just spiritualdren you can get rid of it all. 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