A Few Ghost Stories That Explain Why I Don’t Sleep At Other People’s Homes Anymore

There is a reason I believe in the paranormal… I’ve had experiences with it over and over again. So much so, that I’ve boycotted sleeping at other people’s homes because of what has happened there, and I will never sleep by myself in my parent’s house. Let me tell you a few ghost stories that explain why.

Ghost Stories: Why I Don't Sleep At People's Homes Anymore

The Shadow Figure Walking Down The Hall

My first ghost experience was when I was seven-years-old and we had just moved into a new house – the house my parents still live in today.

My parent’s bedroom had a dresser in it with a huge mirror attached to it. The mirror faced their bedroom door and you could see into the hallway while looking in it.

I was brushing my hair in their mirror. My parents were far away in the kitchen talking.

Suddenly I saw a grey figure walk past the door of my parent’s bedroom. I ran out into the hallway and watched the figure walk through the front door of the house and disappear.

I ran to my parents and told them, and of course they didn’t believe me. Still to this day, the hallway to my parent’s bedroom is terrifying to me.

The Continuous Noises On The Recorder At Night

So, I’m scared of the hallway. And, I’ve talked about the Tooth Fairy incident and how scared I was in my bedroom with all the different things that happened. But one place I wasn’t scared of was the living room down the hallway from my bedroom… until my boyfriend put a tape recorder in there.

I was looking after my parent’s house in my early twenties, and I wanted my boyfriend at the time to stay with me because I was scared to stay there alone. I had told him all the things that had happened in the house and he wanted to put a tape recorder in the bedroom while we slept.

There was no way I was going to do that. I was already scared enough in that bedroom, and if I heard any noises on the recorder, I don’t think I would have ever stayed at my parents again. But, I told him he could put in the living room – mostly because I didn’t think he would catch anything in there.

I was wrong.

The next morning he listened to the tape and there were all kinds of noises. It almost sounded as if we had left the TV on because it was continuous background noise of talking and weird noises. At one point there was screaming.

My parent’s house is quiet at night. It’s not near a road. It’s in a crescent with houses on all sides of it – and the neighbors are quiet during the night. You can’t hear a peep, let alone talking, banging, and screaming.

Because there was so much going on, I often wonder how real shows like Ghost Adventures are when they only catch one or two things on their recorder – and almost always clear voices or yelling.

Just thinking about it has me scared in my room right now where nothing has ever happened to me.

Now, I’m scared of the living room, hallway, and my childhood bedroom in my parent’s house. I don’t stay there alone, ever. I would rather sleep in my car outside the house at night. But, that would hurt my parent’s feelings because they want us there on special occasions.

So, when my husband and I stay there for holidays, we sleep in the spare bedroom, and he is with me wherever I go.

The Star Ceiling

My parent’s house wasn’t the only house that was haunted. In my late teens, I made a friend at work. We quickly became best friends who spent all of our time together, and we spent a lot of time at her parent’s house because she was living there.

Her parent’s house was always full of scary noises and sights. We were always terrified at night in that house and had many things happen to us, such as the paintings being ripped straight down from the hall, LOUD footsteps upstairs when no one was home, and toys going off in the middle of the night.

It came to a point where I almost didn’t want to stay there anymore because it was too scary.

But, one night, we had gone out to the bar and decided to come back to her place and crash. I had a few drinks in me so the fear was dimmed and I was able to go downstairs to her room by myself. She had the entire downstairs to herself with an open living room and bedroom.

As I walked down the stairs into the basement with no lights on, I noticed that she had put those stars that glow on her ceiling. They were put together in a way that looked like a shooting star, starting small and narrow at her bed and growing in size and width until they reached her couch half way across the room. I sat down on the couch and stared at the stars for a while. Eventually I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up and looked up at the ceiling. I had forgotten that the ceiling wasn’t finished and she had posters up there. There were no glow-in-the-dark stars up there, and there was no way that she could stick them up there if she wanted to.

What freaked me out the most was that something could have happened and I wouldn’t have been aware of it. You know, like in those horror movies where someone is sleeping and things are happening all around them but they are unaware.

Because of that, I never stayed there again – no matter how numb to fear I might have been.

The Old Lady Who Was Still In Her House

My last ghost story is one I experienced with my husband.

We were in our early thirties and we were staying at a friend’s house in a different city. We went out to watch her boyfriend play in a band at a club and when we got back to her place in the early hours of the morning, she took us downstairs and set up a little sleeping area for us on the floor with an air bed.

My husband always falls asleep quickly. And, it was really late – way past my bedtime – so I started to fall asleep immediately too. My husband was cuddling me and I felt safe and secure.

As I was in that state of mind where you are starting to fuzzily see things and hear things as you fall off to sleep, a sharp, clear image of an old woman on a playing card came into view. She had long white hair and was thin and frail looking. She looked like the stereotype of what a witch should look like. The card floated towards me and she stared at me with anger.

My eyes popped open and then I quickly closed them because I suddenly felt our bed shaking. I was sure that this old woman was there trying to get us out of her basement. I was scared to keep my eyes open and see her, and I was scared to close them and see her. I was petrified.

The shaking went on for about a minute and I thought I was going to pass out from terror. I couldn’t even say my husband’s name I was so scared.

When it stopped, I laid there for a long time acutely aware of any noises in the house. I wanted to get out of the house, but I was too scared to move and my husband was fast asleep. Eventually I fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

When I woke up, I started to tell my husband that while I was falling asleep I saw an old… he interrupted me and said, “Woman, right?” Then he described the exact same woman I saw on the card. He had seen her too when he closed his eyes, although, she was not on a card. She was just there, clear as day, looking at him in anger.

Needless to say, we never slept there again.

After I told my friend about what happened, she told me that her middle boy – who was about 6 at the time – had told her that he saw an old woman standing in the corner of his room a few times. She hadn’t told me because she knew I was scared of those things and wouldn’t stay over if I had known.

She was right!

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