True Ghost Tales

Stuck Door

All of my life,ever since I can remember I've been a very spiritual person. Igrew up in an average middle class, white family, in Grand ForksNorth Dakota.My childhood was plagued by bad dreams, nightmares,and uneasy feelings. I've been able to dream (lucidly), since Iwas little. I'd have dreams where I would know I was dreamingwhile it was going on. One time when me and my sister, who is ayear younger, were little kids, we had a strange experience inour house. We used to get up every night at about 3:00a.m. andplay together and run around the house. One time, as I waspassing by the bathroom, I saw a shadow, in the shame of a humanlooking back at me. At first I thought it was just my shadow, andso did my sister But then, the shadow started to move. It startedmoving it's hands around and moving it's head back and forth, asif mocking us. We got so scared we ran to wake up our parents.They just told us to go back to bed.

Story 2: One time, I bought a ouija board, It was when I was inthe 8th grade. That night, my brother, my friend and I. Used it.The ghost had said that It would stick around, for awhile. Thenext day, when I got up for school, my bedroom door wouldn'tbudge, I couldn't get out. My mom tried to getit open from theother side, but it wasn't locked. It just wouldn't budge. Sheended up having to take the door off it's hinges It was strange.

Story 3:One time, just a couple a years ago,shortly we'dreturned, after our city had been flooded. Me and my brother, hadbeen sleeping on bunk beds in our living room. We had awokearound the same time. We then proceeded to tell each other whatwe had just dreampt, since we both had such vivid dreams.To ourastonishment, we discovered that we were both in the same dreamtogether.In my dream I dreampt that I was going to the park withmy friend, Jim , on the way there, I saw my brother and hisfriend, leaving the park. The walked on the other side, of thestreet, right by us. I yelled hi to him, but he didn't sayanything. There at the park, was this old woman, she was mean.And there were a bunch of rambuncious kids there who were, tryingto cause us trouble. So me and my friend, left the park, and Iwoke up. In my brother's dream, he had described, the same oldwoman and the same kids. In his dream, as he and his friend wereleaving the park He heard somebody yell Hi, to him, but He neversaw anybody. We are sure that both of our dreams took place atthe same time, also.

ON one final note, after my mom's grandma died when she wasalittle girl, (she lived in the same house that we do now)she sawher playing the piano, one night. It scared her so much, that shewouldn't even go to sleep for 3 days. and she's certain it's nota dream.It's my opinion that supernatural events happen to all ofus at some points in our life. It's just a part of our soul, andthe supernatural. Thanx! for reading.