My Real Life Ghost Story
I’m going to tell you a scary story. Why? Because it’s my real life ghost story that happened to me, and it’s one of those stories that is fun to tell and makes me wonder what really is going on in my house.
The First Event
Several years ago, before my husband and I were married and I lived in my house alone, I decided that I was going to watch a scary movie by myself. Those who know me well are probably getting a chuckle out of this already because everyone knows what a scaredy-cat I am, and this is not something I would normally ever do. But, I had seen advertisements of the latest Paranormal Activity movie and it made me want to know what happened to the people, so I decided to watch. I mean, it was the middle of the day, what could be so scary in broad daylight right? WRONG! After watching the movie, I was scared of sleeping in my bed because flashes of the main character getting dragged out of her bed by the ankle by some dark, unknown force kept filling my head every time I went in my room. So I slept on the couch in the livingroom. For like 2 months! When I say I’m a scaredy-cat, I mean it people!!!
Anyhoo, so it was around my birthday and someone had bought me a balloon; it was one of those mylar helium balloons that last forever and I just let it free float on the ceiling in my kitchen. I went to bed that night on the couch and was having trouble settling down because that damn movie was plaguing my thoughts, as usual. I eventually fell asleep and started to have a bad dream, and I woke with a start! It was pitch dark in the room, but something even darker was looming directly over my face. I screamed and fell off the couch, managing to switch the light on as I went down. There, hovering over where I was just sleeping was the balloon, still quite full of helium but disturbingly only a few feet from the ground! (As I am writing this, I am sitting alone at the computer in my dark house and just thinking of this story again is freaking me out!)
Needless to say, after that happened, I could not sleep anymore that night. The horrifying balloon returned on it’s own to the ceiling, but I ended up yanking it down and stabbing the life out of it later to be sure it wouldn’t get me again. I told my story to my hair dresser later on and she told me I for sure had a demon in my house and that I needed to get some holy water up in there! Now, I don’t know where one finds holy water exactly, so I did the next best thing I could think of and I grabbed my Bible and ran around my house yelling for the evil to get out! You may be thinking to yourself that I am a little looney at this point, but hey, at least it allowed me to start sleeping in my bed again. Eventually.
The Second Event
This was probably about 2.5 years after the first event happened. I was now married and my husband had moved into my house. One night during the summer, I was watching tv on the couch. My husband was asleep next to me, breathing deeply. All of a sudden, I heard the microwave in the kitchen beep off like the power had gone out; one long BEEEEEEP. No other lights or appliances went off. Then it beeped on again, BEEEEEP and then it started making this noise like an old fashioned radio being tuned, and then the sound of a man’s voice was speaking from it! I could see the microwave directly from where I was sitting and it wasn’t flashing or doing anything weird. I didn’t even see the clock go off when it made the beeping sound like it was out. I tried to grab the remote and turn down the volume on the tv to hear what the voice was saying, but I couldn’t quite make anything out. Now, we didn’t have one of those fancy microwaves that speaks or does anything other than beep, so I was a little freaked out, but also intrigued to know what the voice was saying.
The next day, I told my husband about what had happened, and he told me that a few days before, the same thing had happened to him! He was watching tv alone, as I had gone to bed already. The microwave beeped off, and then on again, made sounds like an old timey radio being tuned, then a man’s voice spoke out of it. He also had tried to hear what was being said, but could not catch it in time.
We were both a little freaked out at that point, so we decided that we no longer needed a microwave anymore and have been happily living without one ever since.
I’ve told these stories to a few people, and everyone has their theories on what really was going on. So what do you think? Is my house haunted, or am I just silly? Do you have any of your own ghost story to share? Leave your thoughts and stories in the comments below!