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STORY ID: 29
Kayla had an experience with a Ghost near Frankfort, Kentucky, U.S.A. in 2000. Here is her story:
This happened when I was only 6 years old. It's been 8 years and now I'm 14 years old. I've had plenty of experience with this kind of...thing. Anyways,let me get on with story.
I was living in Danville, Kentucky in a house just off the highway. The house was old and said to be more then 50 years old by then. At first,when we moved in,nothing seemed to be wrong. Apparently...there was. More then 50 years ago, a man was building that house for his wife and two children (not identical, the boy was older) to live in with him. It took years to finish and when it was,the man was bankrupt and he hated his family for it. They lived there for about a month or so until the man had finally had enough.He shot his children in the attic (me and my sisters room), his wife either outside or in the living room,and himself in the basement.
When we finally unpacked everything in the house and all my grandparents crosses and religious items were hanging up or placed somewhere,the crosses would suddenly be knocked to the floor, even though no one touched it. None of us thought anything of it at the time.
My grandpa was and still is an artist and he liked to have a studio. The basement was his first choice of all the other rooms. He and I entered it slowly,for we both felt the angry presure coming down on us both from somewhere in the room. Normally our dog, Sasha (now 12 years old), follows my grandfather everywhere but as soon as she got to the threshold, she began growling and whimpering.
Me and grandpa were frightened by her sudden reaction to the room and he sent me to get his paintings while he tried to figure out what was wrong. I was slightly relieved when he gave me the order, just to get out of the room was like lifting a 10 pound bag off each boney shoulder.
I came back with the few paintings we had left and set them down, sitting outside the doorway next to Sasha, not really anxious to return to anger filled basement just yet. Papaw (grandpa) tryed to smudge the room once or twice...to our misfortune, nothing happened and the anger still radiated off every wall.
Later on when I went to the kitchen I felt like someone was holding my hand. I looked down at my hand but nothing was there. I continued to do whatever I was doing, slightly used to the feeling of a hand in mine. But it happened again. And when I looked up instead of at my hand I could just faintly make out the outline of a small child, transparent and different then any human I had seen. Unfazed by the paranormal child, only because her presence was like something was protecting me...keeping me calm, I smiled and started talking to her. Saying things like "What's your name?" and "How long have you been here?" and "How old are you?" My Mom finally found me talking to the child, but she didn't see anything. She asked me calmly with a little fear in her green eyes,"Who are you talking to Kayla?" And I simply replied,"The little girl that lived here before us Mommy. Can't you see her?" Mom was scared so she picked me up and practically leaped out of the room. My mom was different then me and my Papaw.She couldn't see what we saw or hear what we heard. At my age then I thought it was funny.
Three or four hours later, after we'd had supper,I was in my bedroom, singing a lulaby to the stuffed bear I slept with, whom I no longer have today.My sister was 3 and laying in the bed across the room. I kept singing until I heard my reading glasses fall off the bed side table. I thought it was odd that my glasses would have fallen since they had been in the dead center of the table. I guess I sighed and put them back on the table. Soon after they fell off again and rolled over in agitated silence to glare at them. When I looked at them, a little boy was there. He was a bit less transparent then the girl had been and I could see his pale blonde hair adn viciously evil blue eyes. His skin looked like faded porcelain and he had a very evil grin on his face. I was frightened and tears started to pour down my cheeks. The boy seemed satisfied by my reaction and disappeared.
The next thing that happened was so terrible I can barely stand to remember it. I heard someone chocking from my Mom's room. We both have asthma so I grabbed my inhaler and ran to her,only to find her being chocked by the same little boy I'd seen in my room. Mom's face was so full of fear that I screamed and batted at the child with my arms until he disapated from my sight. I cryed adn cryed all night, my Mom rocking me back and forth until morning with my Dad, who'd gotten home right after 4 am. I wouldn't stay in the attic anymore, neither would my mom. So Lexi and Dad slept together while me and my Mom stayed downstairs.
Later on in September, my Aunt Kelly moved in with us adn stayed with me and Mom. She liked to take me with her on walks down the drive way. At dawn or dusk, she'd take me out there to see a ghostly women walk over the middle of the drive. The women looked....golden in the light of dawn and dusk, so much beauty and warmth calming us.It only lasted until January though.
Of course I've been leaving out a few parts. I used to stand outside, right next to the hedges that blocked our way to the front door. I talked to the animals and the bugs with the paranormal girl I'd met on my first day in the house. Then, everyday at 5 pm she'd look at the roof in fright and hold onto my sleeve, pointing up at a man on the roof. I'd yell for my Mom or someone and they'd come and the man would disapate, along with the girl. Sometimes I could hear her crying from the living room or the gates of my house. Sometimes, she'd look angelic and others she'd have a huge hole in her head. My Mom and Dad would fight when she did. The hole showed up quite alot, along with fighting. My parents divorced soon after, making the little girl look angelic and demonic at the same time.
Finally, in late January, I was at my Granny's house,waiting for my Dad to come pick me and Lexi up to take me home. He was late, as usual,and quite frantic. He took us home as fast as the law would allow him. And when we got there....everything was gone. The house, the hedges, the little girl, the boy, the women....and the man. It was like nothing had ever been there, but there had been. There had been house where I'd lived with souls of the dead. There had been dead beings in our house. There had been once. But...now it was all smoke, ash, and flames.
I still feel the presence of the girl and the women to this day, their gentle hearts watching me. Then again...I still feel the man, the man alone, right next to me. Like a bird on prey, waiting till I mess up or do something that could possibly kill me. And now and again...I wonder if I just imagined the whole thing.
I'm not saying that paranormal beings aren't real. I believe in them more then anyone I know. But...I'm trying to say that...somethings out there, watching over us. Waiting for us to mess up dangerously. I think the man was death. And I think he's right next to me now, watching and waiting for the right time to bite into my young soul and take me away forever.
