True Ghost Stories

The old man and the red-eyed girl

March 14, 2016 |  0 comments
Image Credit: sxc.hu The happened between March 2014 and October 2015, my boyfriend and I moved into a new apartment. When we first looked at the place I felt like I was meant to be there.. or someone wanted me to be there.

The landlord gave us the green light to move in so in one day we moved all our belongings into our new place. First night there it was peaceful, I slept very well considering how tired I was.

The next day my boyfriend left that morning to go to work so I was home alone to get things put away the way I wanted them to. Had the music going and the windows up enjoying the new place.

My boyfriend came home that night everything was fine until we laid in bed, he was fast asleep by the time he laid his head on the pillow. But I couldn't sleep, I felt like something was watching me from the hallway. I tried to look into the hallway and there I saw this tall dark shadow of a man with a hat.

I jumped up and woke my boyfriend up, he was half alseep but I had him check the house out just in case someone had gotten into the house without us knowing it. But there was no one there he had said and I told him I felt better if he laid on that side of the bed so I don't have to look into the hallway.

From that very point every night I felt him watching me, even during the day I hated the hallway. It was like someone was standing there watching every move I was making but you couldn't see them.

I told my boyfriend how I felt but he would just blow it off as if it was my imagination. So I stopped telling him how I felt or what happened to me.

My daughter came to spend the weekend with us after a week or so (she stays with my parents because there's better schools where they live). She was so excited to see the new house, and spend time with us.

Saturday night I got her ready for bed and told her she could sleep on our bed until we were ready to go to sleep. We said her prayers and I shut our bedroom door so we wouldn't wake her up. Well we thought everything was fine with her since she never said anything to us. My mom picked her up Sunday afternoon, later that night I got a call from my mom telling me my daughter was acting really weird.

I told her she was just fine when she was here with us, she continued to explain to me that my daughter was in her room since they arrived home. Nothing to weird about that really, but what was strange was she was sitting indian style on her bed facing the closet (which she has always been deathly scared of her closet).

The closet was wide open and she was speaking to someone inside the closet. My mom had heard her inside her room and she peeked into her room she asked her who she was speaking too.

My daughter said her name is Daniella she came out of mommy's closet and she wanted to come home with me. I thought it could just be her imagination running wild, but I told my mom to let me speak to her to get to the bottom of it.

She said the little girl came out of my closet and sat on the bed when she was trying to go to sleep. She wanted to be friends with her, she discribed her as the same age as herand she had one red eye and one black eye. She had bluejeans and a t shirt on but there was blood all over them.

I told her to stop talking to her but this little girl would follow her everywhere, she would tell her things and it got so weird. I lived 45 minutes away from my daughter so there was no way she could know what my boyfriend and I talk about.

One night I told my boyfriend we needed to get rid of this little girl, as soon as I said that the phone rang and it was my daughter. She said to stop talking about her friend and that her friend hated me and was going to hurt me and she hung up.

I told my mom and dad to pray over their house and annoint it as well. They did that night when they were done I had called and asked my daughter where was her friend at and she said she was outside her window because she couldn't come into the house. She was asking my daughter to let her come back into the house.

My mom said she would go to the front door and talk to thin air, but when my mom removed her from the door and started praying her friend got really mad. Since then her friend can't mess with her.

We moved out of the house in October of 2015 my daughter was there and when we had just a few more things to move she had to be rushed to the emergancy room she had swollen up 3x the normal size. She couldn't breathe needless to say she never went back to that house.

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