I couldn’t think of anything to blog about today — until I read Sarcastica’s Out of the Ordinary series (read part one and part two). This happened almost two years ago, but it still gives me chills whenever I think about it. I might not have everything straight, since I’m telling this secondhand, but I’ll do my best to tell it right.
A couple of years ago, Sandy and my goddaughter Kaylene moved in a new apartment with Sandy’s new boyfriend, Ryan. Ryan has a daughter, Kadyn (my friend Tyla’s daughter), that he took for a couple days every other weekend at the time. The two little girls shared a room, and Sandy and Ryan had their own room. They kept a camera baby monitor in the girls’ room so they could make sure the girls didn’t play when they were supposed to be sleeping.
Sandy started noticing that Kaylene would stay up talking to herself at night. Kay would sometimes yell or tell whomever she was talking to to stop. Sandy didn’t think much of it at first; all little kids have imaginary friends. Hell, I had two and so did my little sister. We figured she would just grow out of it.
She didn’t. She talked about “my friend Amy” all of the time. She continued to stay up late talking to Amy, and sometimes she would just sit in bed saying “no” over and over.
Things started getting stranger and stranger. Sometimes the camera in the girls’ room wouldn’t work, or it would fall from its position. One night Kay sat screaming in her bed, and Sandy had to go in there and ask her what was wrong.
“She won’t leave me alone,” Kay wailed.
“Who won’t leave you alone?”
“Amy.”
When Sandy tried to soothe Kay and get her to sleep in her bed, Kay said that Amy wouldn’t let her. Sandy put Kaylene in Kadyn’s bed that night, and Kaylene finally went to sleep.
Sandy was convinced that Amy was real at this point. We both knew that no kid’s imaginary friend would scare them. Still, she wasn’t exactly hurting Kay and Sandy and Ryan couldn’t just pick up and break the lease on their apartment.
The screaming didn’t stop, though. Sandy started finding random and unexplainable bruises on Kay. She and I talked about it many times, and both of us came to the conclusion that no one else was hurting Kaylene. We became convinced that it was Amy.
Kay would say that she didn’t like Amy anymore, and the camera continued to blur out or fall in the girls’ room. Finally, Sandy and Ryan were able to move out of the apartment, and gradually Kay forgot about Amy. Amy apparently couldn’t leave the apartment, so Kay was safe.
I’d always had a weird feeling about that particular room and the apartment in general, and it was definitely not my first — or last — experience with the other side.
I’ve got lots of ghost stories, so I think I’ll start posting one every Friday. I’m always off on Fridays and usually have extra time, so it’ll be fun!
Share your ghost stories in the comments below, or blog about it and comment with a link! (:
Weirdness! I’m actually working on a short story involving a child with unexplained bruises and an “imaginary friend”, not I don’t feel so creative LMAO!
But damn that’s creepy! Always listen to the child, ALWAYS. I hate movies where parents ignore the child saying “Hey mom look, a crazy bloody lady is chasing me down the hallway”…bah!
And a Friday post on the paranormal sounds SICK!
*now I don’t*
I’m doing it again…damn prego brain.
Ghosts make me shudder. One of the reasons I stay away from places with a lot of history… Only, I’m going to Gettysburg in march and will probably go to the battlefield. I’m feeling a bit… ambivalent I guess about it.
@Sarcastica: Whoa, that’s almost too weird. Maybe we secretly share a brain…? Not that I’m pregnant.
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@Jess: They give me the chills, too, but I’m very interested in them. I guess you could say I have a sensitivity. Don’t worry about going to Gettysburg. I bet it’ll be an awesome experience!
I had a similar experience in my parent’s home. We moved there when I was about sixteen? Anyway, I would wake up in the middle of the night because I’d feel the bed shaking. I never thought anything of it. I said something to my brother about it a few years ago. I said, “You know how sometimes you’ll wake up because you think the bed is shaking?” He had a completely horrified look on his face, “Yeah, that’s not normal.” LOL. I would also hear whispering and the worst was when one night I woke up screaming because I felt like something (or someone) was sitting on top of me and whispering in my ear. I have been an extremely poor sleeper since then.
@Faiqa: Eep. I can’t wait to write this Friday’s post, because I’ve had a similar experience. I always get the shivers from this kinds of stuff. Do your parents still live in that same house?