The Golden Haired Girl By EllaKS

The Golden Haired Girl By EllaKS

The Golden Haired Girl

By EllaKS

First off, I’d like to begin by saying that this isn’t an experience of my own. This happened to my mother when she was around the age of 11. It all started when my mother and uncle were sent to boarding schools across the country. My uncle was to attend a private school in the countryside and my mother was sent to a much older and more disciplined boarding school near Maidstone,England. One of the rules in the school was that you should always knock before entering the bathroom. This was due to the fact that there weren’t any locks on the bathroom doors.

One night as my mother was getting ready for bed she decided to take a late bath. After knocking on the downstairs bathroom door and receiving no answer, she enters. Upon entering my mother remembers seeing a girl laying in a bathtub full of water. The girl was facing the wall so my mother couldn’t make out who it was. She just saw a girl with pale, almost blue skin and long golden hair that dragged on the floor behind her. My mother apologized for disturbing the girl and quickly left the room.

Keep in mind that in a boarding school with around 300 students at the most, everyone knows everyone. Even if she didn’t know someone personally, chances were she had seen them around before. My mother however, couldn’t think who the girl in the bathtub was, because nobody in the school matched the appearance of the bathtub girl.

Another girl my mother knew who in this story we’ll call Jane came downstairs. After asking my mother if the bathroom was occupied Jane was also surprised to hear the description my mother gave about the girl inside. Jane gave an unbelieving look and asked if my mother was sure, though my mother didn’t usually lie or tell tales about anything. Just to be certain Jane knocked on the door and once again there was no answer. Though as they entered this time, there was no one in the bathroom. The girl had gone. Jane laughed it off, but my mother remained very serious about the whole situation.

The next morning my mother took it upon herself to investigate a little bit. She asked one of the head teachers if there were any new students in the school. After receiving a negative answer, my mother was very confused. The teacher questioned my her and asked why she thought so. After my mother retold the story to the teacher, she looked confused too for a while… But then her face turned pale. The teacher just sat there for a while before telling my mother the real reason there were no locks on the bathrooms.

Years ago, many girls would get so upset and depressed that they would lock themselves in the bathrooms for hours. Most of the time no harm would come to the girls. But there was one tragic event that changed that… There was one girl who decided to take a late bath before bedtime. She entered the bathroom and locked the door. The girl fell asleep in the bathtub and supposedly drowned. Nobody was aware she was in there. She was found the next day lying in the bathtub, facing the wall, the bathtub filled with water.

My mother to this day swears by what she saw and to this day she is a strong believer of the supernatural world and all it has to offer. I also believe her.


The Giant Shadow By Amor

The Giant Shadow By Amor

The Giant Shadow

By Amor

We were staying at our aunt’s place in a hilly village in Rizal for a time. It was very near the City, but the place is completely suburban. It was a rather sleepy village, where most people we know are retirees. There were also unoccupied houses, one of which is right across ours.

We stayed in a big room overlooking the front of the house. There were two arched ungated openings, one of which is a garage to the right wing, while the other one is where our room is facing. You could see the road. When the window is closed, you can see the shadows of people coming in because there was a lamp post across the street. Beside the lamp post was a huge mango tree. The tree was inside the yard of a huge unoccupied house.

One night, I was reading a book and cannot sleep. I’m guilty of reading even if the lights are already turned off. There was a dim light right where I sleep and it’s enough for me to sneak a book and read 😂. I was seven at that time.

One night, I finished a book and still could not sleep. I’m not sure what time it was but judging by the household all fast asleep, it probably was already well past ten.

I looked across me to the closed windows and something caught my eye. Framed on the large windows was somewhat a human frame. I thought at first it was my uncle by the front yard, because my uncle was a stocky fellow. It moved, shifted a bit and I could see it has an untrimmed, shaggy hair silhouetted with its head. My uncle, being a former military man, got a properly trimmed hair. I could see only the upper torso and its head.

I watched the shadow and I got an impression that as it moves, the ground shook a bit. I looked closely and it was totally a huge shadow. I thought maybe the lamp post across the street magnified its size but as I observed and recall, no shadow of a normal human being would ever be projected that large!

It walks around and I thought it was trying to peer through the window. But I never felt afraid. I watched it walked and to my surprise, I saw the shadow took a step towards the mango tree and hauled itself up in one sweeping motion and disappeared. Weird, was all I could think of.

I tried to sleep. I woke up the next morning and had breakfast as usual. But when it was time to play out, I noticed there were people clearing the bushes and fixing the house across the street. I overhear them talking about cutting down the giant tree.

As time passes, I thought maybe the shadow lived in that tree and knew that it’s time there was up. The new occupant of the house were rather lively people and the place will surely cease to be quiet and desolate. Maybe it was saying goodbye. I never felt afraid but rather sad.

Ghost? Shadow Man? Both? By lolly200011

Ghost? Shadow Man? Both? By lolly200011

Ghost? Shadow Man? Both?

By lolly200011

I‘m new to this site and have signed up in hopes of seeing other peoples thoughts and interpretations of my experiences with a ghost and/or shadow man in my childhood home. I would love to hear you thoughts and read your own similar experiences. These things are fascinating to me and I hope you enjoy my story.

I am an 18 year old girl and I have lived in a house in the county with my family of 5 for 10 years now, so I would have been 8 when we first came here and many ghostly, unexplainable things have happen. Our next door neighbour has lived there for many years and he says many families have moved in our house but never stayed long which he thought was strange and that we are the first to stick around. The family of a mother and her 3 daughters who lived here before us did not stay long at all, my mum spoke to this lady and she told us to be careful jokingly because strange things happen and that’s one of the reasons she left. She said she would see shadows and hear noises and that her youngest daughter of 5 was convinced that a man and a cat lived there with them, apparently she would talk to the man and stroke and play with the cat on the ground. I recall the woman telling my mum that a washing basket full of clothes was aggressively thrown at her in the kitchen by nothing one night. The middle child who was a year younger then me showed me the fire place in the front room and told me she was scared of it and to stay away and that her younger sister was obsessed with this cat. Which of course freaked me out but my mum decided to take the house anyway because it was a steal and her nor my farther were believers.

Over the years we have had similar experiences, our 3 small dogs would regularly bark aggressively and stare at seemingly nothing and back away in fear on the stairs, in the downstairs hallway/ kitchen area. We would see shadows walk through the hallway and up and down the stairs, mostly always in the corner of our eye but sometimes clearly from the view from the front room.

The spirit seemed to have a course in the house, a route it would often walk. From the kitchen, down the hallway, up the stairs and into my old room my brothers now sleep in but it would stay from that sometimes and things have also happen in the front room.

We often captured orbs in videos and pictures taken in the house. We would frequently have a feeling of being watched or someone was in the room. Many times me and my mum have been convinced someone is in the room with us and talk to them but when we turn around no one is there.

Every winter time around Christmas these things would happen more frequently and whenever we had a year with snow outside we would hear snow balls being pelted at the front room window. One time this happen around midnight and my Dad, convinced it was stupid kids rushed out there to confront them, but no one was there. He looked down the street, nothing, snow marks were on the windows. We joke that the ghost doesn’t like our family friend because every time he was left alone in the house to house sit while we were away on holiday or something he would report strange things happening to him. His things would disappear and turn up somewhere he didn’t put them, which also happen to us. He would hear noises and several times he said that something had flew at him. I believe this because I was there once, he was stood in the kitchen and there was a child’s car seat on the counter and it literally flew off the kitchen side and hit Drew like someone had swooped it off at him.

No one was there for this but he told us one day the washing machine door was left wide open and when he walked in the kitchen it slammed shut. Nothing aggressive has happen to anyone else though.

My mum when upset often does the washing up over the sink looking out the window and she’s said that she will feel a hand brush her shoulder or her hair but no one is there and she told me that once in the garden she heard a child’s voice calling mum, mum but when she came thinking it was me or my young brothers we said we hadn’t called for her.

One time my dad was taking a nap on the sofa and he woke up half asleep and thought we was holding my mums hand so he stroked her hand with his thumb but then he let go to rub his eyes and when he looked up to speak to her she wasn’t there, no one was.

In my old bedroom which now belongs to my two younger brothers I remember always feeling terrified, I hated that room. The feeling of being watched was overwhelming. I still get a sense of dread when I go in there to this day, although my brothers have never reported anything strange happen to them.

I feel like the most things happen to me for some reason. I would see shadows and hear noises a lot more then my parents although they did as well and often I would come downstairs early in the morning to play sims on our old computer while everyone was still asleep upstairs and on two occasions I heard smashing and banging come from the kitchen, it was so loud and it terrified me. The first time it happen I just sat on the floor frozen, listening to the ruckus, waiting for it to stop. When it finally did I got up and walked into the kitchen and everything was how it was, nothing was broken or out of place. The second time it happen I just ignored it.

A few years into living here my dad decided to take out the fireplace and replace it with shelves in the wall for gaming and TV purposes and we all noticed that after he did this things calmed down a lot. After all the strange things happening he decided to google this house and see if he could find anything like a death or fire or something but nothing came of it.

This is the last thing that happen and after this nothing strange has happen for a long time. I was maybe 12 and swapped rooms with my brothers, my bed faced the door and could see into the upstairs hallway, I always had to sleep with the door wide open for some reason and most nights I started to see a blue flashing light. I would wake up almost every night around 2am and see this bright blue light slowly flashing, it seemed to come from the downstairs hallway or bottom of the stairs and beam upstairs. I told my parents about this and they said it was nothing, it was probably the light on the Wi-Fi box that’s positioned in front of the stairs on the windowsill next to the front door but I knew this wasn’t the case, that tiny light could not project so much light and flash slowly in and out the way this did but they wouldn’t listen. Months went by and I got used to constantly waking up at this time and seeing the light so I started not to fear it, I never went to investigate though, now I wish I had but I just used to go back to sleep.

Well one day I was in my mums bedroom sat on her bed playing the PlayStation with the door wide open and all the upstairs lights off, I only had the light from the TV and the light that was coming upstairs from the downstairs lights being on because my parents were down there watching TV. From where I was sat I could clearly see out into the upstairs hallway and as I was playing my game all of a sudden the same flashing blue light started happening, I saw this and just thought oh, there’s the blue light again. I did think it was strange that it was happening when some lights was on and other people were awake and earlier on in the night because that had never happen before, but I didn’t take much notice because again, I was somewhat used to it by now so I just continued playing my game while this was happening but then the light just turned on, no more flashing, and it was brighter then ever, it filled the entire upstairs hallway and flooded into the bedroom. In the door frame in front of the light was a very tall black figure, I couldn’t see any facial features, clothes, no details just a pitch black figure appeared in the light, facing me in the door frame. Its head almost brushing the top of the door frame it was so tall, nothing other then the shape of the silhouette told me this was a man but I was certain. I never saw it move, nothing happen, it didn’t do anything other then stay still and stare at me, I couldn’t see eyes but I knew it was looking at me. Obviously I see this and it has my full attention and I am screaming terrified calling for my mum but she doesn’t come because she thinks I’m being silly or something. The light and the man stayed there like that for about 30 seconds which felt like forever and I never looked away, I was too scared to look away and then he just disappeared, the light along with him, it was all gone and I got up and ran as fast as I could downstairs to my mum and dad and told them what happen, I don’t think they believe me. After this night I never ever saw the blue light that I had seen for months ever again. To this day now, I have to sleep with the door shut.

Nothing else really happen after this, everything calmed down and now years later, nothing weird has happen for a few years, not even a shadow going up the stairs, the dogs don’t freak out anymore either. The only other thing that’s happen since that night was maybe 2 years later I had sleep paralysis which is the only time I’ve ever had it and I saw what I believe to be the same figure of a man stood over my bed looming over me while I’m unable to move but in this moment I didn’t feel fear because I knew what was happening to me so I just closed my eyes and went back to sleep. So yeah, that’s my story. I don’t think its anything crazy or evil but I 100% fully believe in ghosts and would love to hear your thoughts. The ghostly things happening in my house and the blue light and shadow man could very well be un-related as one could be a spirit and the other could be a shadow person which I’ve heard about but I’m not sure. I like to think that the reason nothing has happen the last few years is because whatever this spirit was had found peace and moved on.

I say nothing has happen but the past few weeks 2 things have happen that are probably nothing but I just find it strange. One night me and my friend were watching the Conjuring 2 and we heard a really really loud knock on my semi open window, it sounded like the typical rhythmic knock you would do on someone’s front door, this super freaked us out and we had a look outside. No one was there. There’s no trees outside my window and we replayed the movie and the noise wasn’t in the film, its funny because that night I had been telling her about the ghost.

Today that same family friend I told you about who’s staying here for a few nights, told me this morning that last night he felt a cat crawl over him and paw at him but then he realized no cat was in the room, the only cat we have was in my room with me with the door shut but that’s the first strange things for a while.

“camilla” Encounter By Skull_The_Demon

“camilla” Encounter By Skull_The_Demon

“camilla” Encounter

By Skull_The_Demon

Last summer me, my twin sister, my step sister, my brother and my brother’s friend were bored while hanging out at my house in Calgary Alberta. So we decided to make a paper Ouija Board. Keep in mind, we’ve done this before but have never gotten anything to happen. We used a normal cup as the planchette, taped the board to the table, circled it with salt and lit some candles.

We only had two people on the board at the time, so me and my sister went first. After goofing around for a bit, I began to feel light-headed. I felt almost as if I could pass out at any moment and I could barely stand. The others felt this way too, but not nearly as bad. My sister suggested maybe we should get some air so we said goodbye and went into the backyard. Somehow, I immediately felt better. We went back in and we felt terrible again. After a while of sitting around hoping to feel better, we were bored again.

This was my idea, so it’s kind of my fault this next part happened. I downloaded a ghost detector on my phone and walked around for a bit. This detector apparently “communicated with the spirits”. I walked into my basement and encountered a “Vengeful Spirit” who wanted to kill me and my friends, according to the app. I think it’s name was Camilla. It left, and I went back upstairs. After a while of “communicating” with other spirits, I walked in front of my fridge. Camilla apparently came back. My brother’s friend who had downloaded the app followed behind me, wanting to communicate with Camilla. As soon as I asked one simple question; “Why are you here?” the friend was forced into the fridge. My sisters and brother all saw this.

Well, that’s the end. Now I don’t NEED to know, but I’d like your help. “Camilla” wasn’t this spirit’s real name. The real name started with “C” and was five letters long. Please, if you know do tell me. It may not be the real name, but then I’ll be one step closer to figuring it out. Thanks.

The Blue Church By Mavvey

The Blue Church By Mavvey

The Blue Church

By Mavvey

I have many paranormal experiences to share, so I decided I would do so in chronological order starting with my first ever notable experience. My Biological mother, who I no longer speak to on a regular or even yearly basis, was a self proclaimed ‘Ghost Hunter.’ While she was off across Ontario hunting the paranormal I was at home being raised by my dad (my parents were no longer a couple at this time) and his parents alongside my older brother. The few times I did see my mom was Summer Vacation and the odd Holiday as we didn’t live any more than five hours from her house. My Summer’s were filled with Ouija boards, ghost stories and visits to haunted areas when she couldn’t get anyone to babysit us (my brother and I.)

This isn’t everyone’s childhood, and it really got to me – I developed an anxiety disorder, severe night terrors almost every night and despite being diagnosed with it when I was really young I was put on medication for insomnia and I do blame the developed night terrors for that.

Despite all this I never wanted to stop seeing my mother, she was my mom after all, so I never told my dad what was really happening when we went to visit her. I just assumed my brother felt the same way as my dad to this day still doesn’t know.

I saw things very early in life, flickering lights, faces and figures in the dark, whispered nothings while I tried to sleep – only when I was twelve and getting sick of my mom’s antics did I really encounter my first real and terrifying paranormal experience.

It was Christmas evening in Prescott Ontario, a small town situated against the St. Lawrence River, and old battlegrounds during the war of 1812. The fort there homed many soldiers, and the Methodist Church on the outskirts was used for services. As a kid I called it the Blue Church, this tiny little bright blue chapel with no more than twelve pews and hand crafted stain glass windows. It was built in the early 1800’s by the Heck family as they introduced Methodism to Canada, and fell out of use in the late 1800’s after the owner, Barbara Heck was brutally murdered and the church was partially burnt down. It was re-established as a sort of monument and still (at times) hosts services, but very rarely. Outside is an old and decrepit graveyard, headstones broken and toppling over with very little visibility to the names and dates of the deceased; the newest grave I ever found dates back to 1888.

My mother, bored out of her mind after a great Christmas day suggests we go to the Church for some pictures and EVP’s. I knew I had no say in the matter, so in moments we were bundled in warm coats and scarves (It was nearing negative 25 Celsius that night) with flashlights in hand, we drove down to the Blue Church. The creepiest part of the church is it was not modernized like most things after being rebuilt, it was still lit with old candles, the alter and pews were all original, same with the stain glass windows. The alter was marble, and there was a leather bound book in the corner on a pedestal, signed with signatures from people all over the world, visiting and relishing in a little piece of History I’d rather forget all together. I could see the light flicker of a candle through one of the windows as we pushed our way through the mounds of snow, thanks to the useless groundskeeper.

Inside it smelt like mildew and old wood, chilly as it had no internal heating system. I heard the large double doors close behind me, and huddled up close to my brother’s side as my mom began taking EVP’s, talking to the spirits the only way she knows how – by aggravating them. The Church, as I’d visited it a handful of times, always felt ominous to me. Other’s loved it, it’s quaint location and beautiful crafting. Weddings were held there, services for funerals (despite the decree made that no one else is allowed to be buried in it’s graveyard) people adored it. I hated it, I hated its past, knowing that the owner and founder of the church was decapitated on it’s steps and her body thrown in the ditch by the side of the road, knowing how many soldiers had services there and then died the next day. I did not, and still do not like the Blue Church.

My mom called my name at one point, and asked me to try and speak out. Mind you I was twelve years old at this time, scared out of my wits, no kid should ever have to endure this but alas here I was. So I did, I called out. I was kind, unlike my mother who liked to agitate. I asked simple questions, and after a while grew wearily comfortable until I heard the smallest breath of air by my ear, as though someone were right beside me, my mother and brother standing at the alter far ahead of me. I called out to my mom and told her we needed to go, immediately, and after about five minutes of my brother coaxing her out we were back on our way home. That night I slept in the living room with my brother, light on and TV on. I barely slept.

The next morning my mother came tearing into the living room, waking my brother up (I was already up) with her laptop in her hand. She’d been scrolling through EVP’s all night, playing with them and so on. Apparently some were good, but there was only one that was absolutely amazing (or so she said) so I popped in the earbuds and listened. I could hear my brother and my mom talking in the background, this was a recording off the phone I had in my hand cause I could hear myself talking louder, more clearly, then after a minute or so you can hear a voice whisper my name, clear as day, as though whoever it was was right beside me. About two seconds later you hear the words “Don’t Go” and “Come back.”

I had those EVP’s on my phone for years, even after my mother and I stopped talking and I stopped going to see her. Only when I forgot about them, trashed that phone and bought a new one did I realize I’d totally gotten rid of the only piece of evidence, legitimate evidence of the paranormal, that I had. Now all I have is the memory of the breathing, and later the voice that had stood beside me that night, asking me to stay with it, saying my NAME. I’ve never gone back to the Blue Church, I don’t ever plan to – but ever since that night, as time goes on I still experience oddities, all the time, seemingly constantly and I can’t wait to share the rest of them with this community. This story is definitely the more tame of the others I have.

Dollar Shop Ghost By DarkSoul94

Dollar Shop Ghost By DarkSoul94

Dollar Shop Ghost

By DarkSoul94

I work at a dollar store just down the street from me. It’s been there for over 10 years and it has been an ok first job.

I get stuck with night shifts a lot, but in these instances it’s been alright since most of the weird things that do happen are at that time. My coworker who was with me on these occasions also believes there is something lurking around in the store after closing hours as well.

We’ve both seen shadows darting down aisles on the other side of the building. I would search around to make sure no one had hidden themselves in the store and no one had. There’s been random voices that will make my coworker stop mid sentence to look around because she swore she heard it. We have a radio in the back room but it’s never turned up loud and the doors are always shut plus we’re at the front of the store when we hear these voices so I don’t believe it’s that. Footsteps that sound like they’re right behind us but when we turn around nothing is there.

Night 1: It was after closing and I’m moping the floors on one side of the store. I look up down the aisle directly in front of me and something catches in my peripheral. I look to my left and see a shadow probably 5’8 to 6 feet tall run by on the opposite side of the store. After it disappears behind an end-cap, a sack of plastic cups falls from the same shelf like it was knocked over by someone’s hand. I go over to pick them up and look around, no one is there. I look to the shelf to try and find a reasonable explanation as to why it fell off like it did and I was instantly warded out. All the bags of cups were still neatly set in place not thrown around haphazardly like I was expecting. The shelf was nice and level so they wouldn’t just slide out. And they were heavy enough to not get blown over. I had seen them before I started moping so none were on the edge. Something pushed it…

Night 2: Once again I was moping after closing and I’m standing in front of the doors to the restrooms. Both doors are open. One staying open by itself and the other propped open by a wet floor sign. The back storage rooms double doors are both already shut and the office door at the front of the store is open because my coworker is in there doing her nightly management duties. So I’m walking down an aisle when I hear plain as day the sound of a door slamming closed. I instantly put the mop down and go check the restroom doors, both are still open like I had them. I check the storage doors both are still shut. At first I thought maybe my coworker had walked back there to put something up but I go look towards the office room and she’s still sitting at the desk. From the time I heard the sound to looking at the office would not have given her enough time to go there and back, so it wasn’t her. And we are the only two people there at night. Needless to say I finished moping in record time and got back up to the front. It’s dark in the back because some of the lights shut off automatically after a certain time. Makes it even more spooky being alone.

There’s been more instances like this with objects falling for no valid reason. Half the time when these things happen it’s been after one of us has joked about there being a ghost. Maybe there is. And if it isn’t one then what could it be?

The Haunted Farm House By Fariya

The Haunted Farm House By Fariya

The Haunted Farm House

Part 2

By Fariya

This is a true story about our farm house which was located in Shahpur village of Asangaon city, which is a bit far from Mumbai the capital city of Maharashtra.

So we had this big farm house with 4 bedrooms, a huge living room and a very big open space in front, which was also used as rice farm for some months of the year. It was very far away from the city and had no houses or any life around it for up to 5-6 kilometers. It was very old and had been locked for a long time.

Later my Grandparents, along with my 2 uncles and 1 aunt got, shifted there cause they had to leave their home in the city due to some financial problems. Me and my brother used to visit them during our vacations and live there for one or two months every year. At that time I was 4 or 5 something and my brother is 4 years older than me.

One night when we were at our grandparents’ home, i.e this farm house, my brother was sleeping with my 2 uncles in the living room. Three of them had their heads on the soft mattress kept next to the wall and they were lying on the floor. It was very late at night, almost 2 or 3 am. When my brother was fast asleep his sleep was disturbed. With his eyes still closed he felt as if some one walked on the mattress, he could feel it so perfectly cause he had his head on the mattress. He felt as if someone with very hard steps walked on the mattress into the room that was actually an extra room that was reserved for my parents. They used to sleep there whenever they used to come here.

This room had a very huge store room inside it. The store room was very dusty and has been locked for years. My brother thought it’s one of our uncles who had gotten up for going to the bathroom. As he also wanted to go the bathroom he thought he’ll join them. So he opened his eyes and got up fast only to see both the uncles sleeping peacefully next to him. And he could still feel like someone just entered my parents’ room which was empty at that time because my parents were not there at that time. He was so terrified he pulled up his blankets and prayed and then fell asleep. Next morning he asked everyone if anyone went into that room last night. But no one did!

I always had very bad feeling whenever I went into that room. The worst thing was that store room. It always felt so heavy whenever I was inside it and I always found it very hard to breathe there. The room was also equally creepy and always felt so negative. I had my swing hunged up in that room and one day while I was playing on the swing the swings hook opened on its own, throwing me and the swing on the floor resulting in cutting of my lips because of my teeths cause my face banged on the floor and my lips got stuck between my upper and lower teeth line.

Whenever I used to sleep in that farm house I used to daily get nightmares about that particular room and in every dream I used to see myself trapped in that room or store room trying to run for my life. Also there were weird posters of babies and kids and some model like people on the walls it was weird because we are Muslims and we do not put human photos on our walls or anywhere in the house because in Islam it is said that demons or any such things use non living things that look like living things eg: animal soft toys, dolls, photos, human or animal statues etc as a medium to come into this world.

This farm house was previously occupied by our relatives who were very religious and strict about Islamic principles. There was no chance they would stick so many posters of humans and it also didn’t at all match the interior of the house and seemed much newer and fresh than rest of the things of the house. And also after some time they got tored by themself and the walls in that room were so cold and so full of moisture that if you press your hand against that wall your hand would become wet.

Here are some of the things that I experienced at that farm house. 1) So, I was in this farm house of ours for summer holidays and I was around 5 at that time. It was a hot summer noon and all my family members were inside taking afternoon nap and I was the only one awake because I always hated naps. It was impossible for me to sleep during day time. So I was all alone, awake playing with my candy kitchen on the stairs of the main door of the farm house.

It was all quite and warm breeze blowing I was busy playing when suddenly from the corner of my eyes I saw a man leaning outside from the right side corner of the house’s wall. It was like when we are playing hide and seek and trying to hide ourself behind a wall and still trying to peep outside to see whose coming. Just the same way.

He seemed thin and young adult and had some normal cheap cloths. All these I saw from the corner of my eyes. I thought maybe some worker has come to work at our place. So I just turned my face towards to look at him. As soon as I turned my face towards him he suddenly went back behind the wall as if he was really trying to hide himself from me because as soon as I turned my face towards him he did hide himself very suddenly like in a hurry. I found this very weird but ignored it. I thought maybe that person is doing some work in our backyard and will obviously come in front after completing his work because that was the only way to go outside our compound.

I completed playing and was just sitting on the staircase facing towards the main gate of our compound. It was like one or two hours but the man didn’t return so I was like what work is going on that is taking so long for him and also there was no sound of any kind of work going on. I just decided to go to the backyard to see what work was going on.

When I went there I was so shocked to see that there was no man, nothing at the backyard. It was all empty and quite. I was so puzzled as to where did that man go because there was no other way of going out and my eyes were stuck on the main gate and the man hadn’t come there. I was very puzzled and told my aunt about this she told me I was day dreaming and ignored it.

2) It was during my winter holidays and I was back at this place. So during winters it used to get dark very early. All our family members used to enjoy evening breakfast at the right side corner of the front yard with a huge umbrella and chairs and tables under it. We used to roast chicken and enjoy hot tea.

So all my family members had already reached there and I was the last one to come out from the house. I had my chair in my hand and I came out from the house and locked the main door, as I turned to walk towards my family to the right side was the rice farm. As I was walking I saw some female wearing white, with something glowy in her hand, and walking in the rice field between the rice plants and I could hear the voice of someone walking inside the field. I turned my face to see actually a female all white but she was blurry. It was much taller that the normal size of humans and her both hands in front and was holding something glowy, maybe a candle or a diya or it was just her palms glowing I don’t know!

I was stuck in that place and maybe it realised that I could see it and it was slowly very slowly turning its face towards me. I was extremely terrified, I didn’t wanted to see its face. I just threw my chair and ran for my life, even one of my sandals flew away from my feet, I didn’t care! I ran wearing just one sandal. I was shivering and my legs were trembling. I ran towards my granny who was sitting on a chair, I jumped on her and cuddled myself in her arms without telling any one anything.

Many days later I told my granny about this and also she had her own experience which I’ll be writing in my another story. Thank you for reading:)